Life Of Pi

Disclaimer: If at any point this post is pissing off or it doesn’t make complete sense, I am guessing you haven’t watched or read – Life of Pi. Please watch the movie and get back to the blog.

Be it Life of Pi, Life of Saurabh or Life of YOU, all lives have lessons to teach. Our life hasn’t been written about or turned into a movie, so until that (Even more interesting book/movie) happens, let’s talk about lessons Pissing’s (Oops, Pi’s) life throws out for us to catch.

1.You will be put in difficult situations: Life is eventually going to be a combination of harsh, cruel, beautiful, smooth, rugged and challenging moments. There are two ways to live after knowing this – Just keep sailing or Just keep sailing knowing that at some point you might have to face the storm. I’d prefer the latter.

2.Two eyes are always watching: Call it Krishna’s eyes, Christ’s, Allah’s or even life’s for that matter, they’re looking at you, at how honest you’re being to yourself, at how much you’re persevering and at all that you do when no one’s watching. Watch out and believe, if not, some Pi will eventually tell you a story which will make you believe in miracles, make you believe in those eyes that watch.

 

3. Most people (animals) you meet will be like Richard Parker – Ungrateful, mean, dangerous and hungry. Watch out. ( Lesson #1 ) The other lesson here is to not be so ungrateful, mean, dangerous and hungry so much so you make someone cry. It doesn’t hurt to spill a few Thank you’s, I Love you’s and Good bye’s along your life’s journey. (And sometimes people (animals) like Richard Parker are the ones who knowingly or unknowingly help you survive life’s battles).

4. Believe and Listen, there are people and stories waiting:  The guy ( I don’t know his name and neither do I care) who listened to Mama ji and came to meet Pi. He believed that there’s a better story out there. He believed Mama ji. Not all people are Richard Parkers. Some guide you along the right path too. The guy was willing to be open-minded and listen. He got his story. Probably, this was how the original author of the book got the story. Probably, this is how you will get your’s.

5. And, Never lose hope: Whenever I used to rant about life’s uncertainties to one of my ex-girlfriends, she always used to say – hope is the only rope we’ve got – to swing through life. (She had written a beautiful poem on hope, which I don’t remember.)

The statement stuck to me. Hope is the only rope. All I want to tell her is – Thank you, I love you and Good bye.

P.S. I hope this post inspires you to think about life lessons and not about who my ex-girlfriend was. 🙂

 

 

Gratefulness!

In the busyness of our everyday lives, we forget what we are grateful for. Worse, most of us complain, get angry and crib our hearts out. Be it about the government, people, situations or life itself! We at times just need someone to listen.

 

I plead you to take a moment and think about everything you’re grateful for.

 

I bet you will go through emotions that will make you feel good. My guess is that these will be emotions you would not have experienced in a long long time.

 

I have picked up few ABSOLUTELY MOVING write up’s about what people are grateful for from www.jamesaltucher.com and have included them below for you to read. Each write up is separated by a dash.

 

I hope you read them all, I hope things you are grateful for fill your mind and also hope they stay close and visit you more often.

 

Thanks for reading. I am grateful.

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I can’t say great wife and kids, however they are pretty darn good, better than I deserve.  What I am grateful is my first born is still alive, and struggling with life.

See over a year ago he attempted suicide, gun shot wound to the head.  Shouldn’t have survived, but he did.  He is struggling with starting college (maybe), smoking too much pot, and not being in a happy place.  He has severe depression, and is/was incredibly bright.  Gifted in so many ways, that I am afraid it has been a burden for him.

So you ask, why am I grateful? Because he still has a chance, a chance to live and be happy.  All parents want that for their kids, most try real hard to give it to them.  But, until you see your son post brain surgery, tubes coming and going places only God and the doctors know, and understand; do you truly find how fragile and precious life is.

He is much better now, with a lot of healing to go.

Tonight he wants to quit school, move out and get a job. We are terrified for him, for us.

But he is 18, alive, and has a chance

Grateful for my wife Diane, She gave me a kidney.

Three years ago my wife had an affair. We’re still together but not the best of friends. She has never apologized, at least, never initiated an apology. Apologies have always been reactionary – in response to us discussing the affair. It is only discussed if I bring it up. Leaving me wondering if she was really sorry, or just sorry she got caught. So I had given up ever getting an apology initiated by her.

Last week she was backing up from a parking lot and so was another lady and they bumped each others’ back bumpers. The other lady was a real bitch, accusing my wife of doing it intentionally, telling my wife to shut up when she tried to explain she has enough trials already in life that it makes no sense to seek out even more like that, calling the police who simply said their was no apparent damage and it was a private parking lot, so no they wouldn’t issue a ticket which infuriated bitchy lady who believed she started backing up first so my wife should have deferred to her.  And then the zinger – she told my wife she should “clean the lipstick off her gross teeth”.  My wife does have somewhat crooked bottom teeth that we have not gotten fixed because of choosing to spend the money else-how.

As my wife recounts the whole story, she says that she hopes she is never a bitch like that lady, to very maliciously hurt someones feelings in such a way. She doesnt want to be that kind of person. And then she pauses and her voice cracks and she apologizes to me for the first time of her own initiative for all the hurt her betrayal had caused. We had not discussed the affair in any way for at least four months ( doesn’t mean I dont continue to feel the hurt of betrayel every now and then, but I’m learning I don’t have to bring it up every time).

I’m grateful for my wife’s crooked teeth, gratefully she had lipstick on them that day, and grateful she backed into a mean-spirited bitch, so that through a fairly harmless event, my wife felt a bit of hurt, which caused her to reflect on hurt she had caused me, and feel some empathy for the person on the other end of hurt she had caused. I’m grateful for the apology. It makes forgiveness easier. I’m grateful because the apology is helping me to abandon feelings of being the martyr sticking it out with someone I love desperately when the love doesn’t quite seem to be reciprocal, and so I harbor hidden resentments that affect how I treat her in subtle ways, creating walls between us.

So, in the same way you were glad for nightmares, I’m grateful for that mean bitch, and my wife’s small misfortune that day. It is helping bring us closer.

My wife is alive and healthy, eleven years after having cancer.

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Ever since I can remember, nothing has ever worked out for me. So many wrong decisions. It seems like life has a way of yanking out the happiness from underneath your feet. And yet, in many ways, many things have worked out for me. I live in the United States. How lucky was that. The world is huge! I could have been born in a tribe for all I know. And also, in a way, I’m grateful for all the bad things that have happened to me as well. If not for them, I’d be an arrogant jerk.

I am grateful for the cheerfulness of my girlfriend.

I’m grateful that someone said yes.

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An attitude of gratitude…i try to think about this a fair bit…especially when things seem to suck.  Got news from two friends today- one has a brain tumor that went in for a check up and ended up having brain surgery 24 hours later…the other just learned his brother was killed in Afghanistan.  Things can always be worse…though i don’t tend to think that way.

Right now…I’m listening to dave mathews on axs.tv, my wife is sleeping on the couch…with our dog, my oldest just turned 16, my 12 year old daughter made it back safely from newport beach and my 7 year old is passed out asleep…all is quiet in the house, peaceful and healthy.  And i actually got to work-out twice today…the sun was shining.

Now, before all that, and in between, there was quite a bit of chaos, and yelling, especially between my 16 and 7 year old, my worn out and tired 12 year old, and barking from the crazy dog.  But if you stop and take it in, it let’s you know you’re alive and doing well.

My son turned 16 this week…check this out.

Here’s how i learned about it all…I was in the Navy with the SEAL Teams at the time.

Compliments of the US Navy…a newborn. This is how I learned about my son being born while deployed with SEAL Team 8 on the USS Enterprise and running around Israel and the Middle East. His mom went into labor, broke her water and had to drive herself through 45 minutes of rush hour traffic to Portsmouth Naval Hospital. Where the Staff proceeded to make her walk down flights of stairs to get her medical record. Wheww, and I thought I was roughing it.

I posted this to my friends on FB earlier this week on the 21st…Now I have 5 hours to pack my stuff and get on a flight from LAX to Miami…hasta.  Love your writing.  Best, Beau

I am grateful that my 12 year old son can see.

In June of 2004, age 4½, he was admitted to the hospital complaining of blurry vision. Within 12 hours, he was blind. Flashlight in the eyes, no recognition – blind.

When the attending Physician described his MRI to my wife and me, she started to cry.

Whoa.

After a brief treatment with steroids, it resolved. And then a year later, it returned. Treatment, then gone again.

Fast forward 8 years, they have a name for it:

Acute Demyelinating Encephalomyelitis

aka

Acute Disseminated Encephalomyelitis

But no cause, no cure – only a treatment – an $892 interferon injection he takes, once per week, for the rest of his life.  If he stops the treatment – who knows?

I am grateful that my employer’s insurance sees fit to cover this treatment, at least through 2012.

I am most grateful for having had two parents who loved me.  That has had an affect on all of my choices for the last 60 years.  And I have learned how rare it is.

P.S. The fact that you’re able to read this tells me that you are better off than 67.3% of the world’s population. They do not have access to the internet.

 

[Also, if you want, I have one small request: put what you are grateful for in the comments below or Email me direct : saurabh@saurabh.pro  Thank you.]