A very warm welcome to Dipika Singh, a freelance educator who loves writing from heart. Having worked in Banking and Hospitality industry for over a decade, today she enjoys her dual role as a mother and a part-time associate professor.
She began blogging journey 7 months back with her blog Gleefulblogger.com which is all about today’s women and associated reads – Parenting, Lifestyle, Fiction, Reviews, Wellness… with love from all quarters for her writing and stories gleefulblogger is gaining marks slowly but steadily.
Over to you Dipika……..
There are few things in life which leave a déjà vu kind of feeling lingering behind – like I so much wanted to write for Shalini’s blog (since read her posts on a Blogging challenge we participated together) and her Blog’s ONE-year celebration gave me an opportunity to write and feature here. Many Congratulations for happy first 😊
Silent Spectators – Self Love proclaiming all consciousness of a reactive mind!
I once read somewhere – “Love Yourself Enough to Take Actions Required for YOUR Happiness”, and this kind of stuck to me forever now. For me happiness is just not fulfilment of desires/needs but also a feeling of gratitude towards life. As a part of this social system it’s just not the family that makes us happy, but also the society.
Circle of Love
Being brought up in a joint family of a small town, where family, extended family and everyone in near surrounding’s are called as – uncles/ aunts/ brothers/ sisters/ rubber-band cousins. Sharing kitchen secrets or some yummy delights, calling over for lunch/ dinner never required any special occasion. Same with the advises – unasked, uncalled advises! Even if you don’t need them, they (family & friends) will illuminate you with their directions until you accept with folded hands & smiling face.
After moving out from my small town I missed known smiling faces the most, but at the same time got my freedom from all those prying eyes. I loved this newly found independence, it was exhilarating – go anywhere, do anything, wear what you like, nothing required approval or an added burden of ‘what will they say?’ Life is beautiful and liberating, loved the transformation from dependent to self-sufficient. But what you see good superficially, does not always turn out to be true.
Is humanity still alive?
Life in a metro is a challenging task – the same independence you were craving so such sometimes bite you for the same reason – people are interested in you – for all wrong reasons, they want to know what is happening in your life, will look at you from privy of their confinements, follow you hidden behind the curtains but when you seek them in person or need – woof! vanish!
Many cases lately have shaken me from inside out; a woman was harassed on a busy street in broad daylight, but no one came to rescue her. A child was beaten black & blue by the father but no one stopped him to not thrash that small kid. An elderly lady fell down from stairs at station, scores of people crossed by but no one helped her. A man met with an accident on highway, people were busy capturing him on video but never helped him – he later bled to death. A young girl been stalked, she asks for help from passers-by no one heeds her request. She lost confidence to ever step out of her house’s confinements again. These are just not few random cases of apathy but it’s happening so rampant that it gives me jitters to think – is humanity still alive?
Self love at what cost?
Just a couple of days back I had an altercation with a lady on local railway station, I was correct on my point of discussion but she was quite loud on her tone that I backed off to avoid a matinée show for commuters. NO ONE told her to stop acting weird even after poking a wrong rule, but many came to me later and said you were right!! I asked – WHY you did not say it when it mattered the most? ‘Who will take stress of going into right/wrong fight madam, I am telling you now that you were correct.’ Period.
So, this self-love is such appalling that it’s killing the sense of belongingness from the society. I, Me & Myself is just not a funny movie but a harsh reality. I am living in this apartment for 10 years, but not sure if I know all 110 flats occupants. We meet on annual gatherings, smile, eat and wave off. That’s it! There is no sense of connectivity expect a WhatsApp group to share Society dues and reasons to fight for.
Need for empathy
Regard for self-happiness is crucial but at the death of moral consciousness? I do not agree with such self-love or happiness, maybe I am old school or a small-town girl (even after staying more in metro’s than my hometown) but I do not follow this pattern. As a Mother, my first priority to teach my kid is compassion, empathy once you have love in heart for others – life will become beautiful by itself.
Mother Teresa once said –
Not all of us can do GREAT things, but we can do small things with great LOVE.
This post has been written as a guestpost to celebrate Shalzmojo’s first bday as a self hosted blog
Passionate about everything design, I am in love with photography, travel and baking. My writing journey was initiated with my letter writing hobby as a child and has metamorphosised into serious blogging. I indulge with reading fantasy fiction, day dreaming and sipping good wine.