December makes all of us think and similarly it is just about the time when I am looking back to see what I made of the year…I was making the list this year and found that it came out to be more interesting than I had imagined. I feel happy about this year in many ways and many of my wonderful friends have made it possible for me to look back and do nothing but smile at 2010. These are those very small things that are generally not on our horizon to work on, but its amazing what they can do you your life.

This year has made me stronger in ways more than one – I overcame many of my long standing fears. All these are either gone or are on their way out from my life…thanks to 2010!

  • Fear of animals – Thanks to dearest Whiskey I love cats now and can imagine playing with animals
  • Fear of water – Have started to get over it, at least I have made a start this year. Well begun is half done!
  • Fear of not being able to survive a loss : Lost some very dear people/friends but came out stronger.

 Some other realizations that happened over the last 1 year: 

  • Health is the best gift I can give to myself. 10 months of crazy headaches taught me how to take care of myself and why is it so important.
  • My career is a part of my life, NOT my life. Where I work should not dictate my quality of life. I am always entitled to a good quality of life, I own the key to it, no one else.
  • Living alone is apparently a sign of strength but that can gradually make you weak. Loneliness is a disease.
  • Growing up as  tomboy all of my life, surrounded by only boy friends, I always thought (assumed?) that I understand men…but I realized that I really do not. They are hard to understand and they think very different from women.
  • It is important to make a fool of myself once in a while. Those who accepted me in my foolish moments are the ones who will stay. As Tolstoy puts it – “The true measure of a man is how he treats someone who can do him absolutely no good.”
  • It takes courage to ask for help with your life and I think I am courageous enough to accept that I am not a Valkyrie every day of my life. I cannot solve everything on my own, the control freak in me has to give up when it comes to my life. The 10% of the days when I am not a Valkyrie, tell me how magnificently strong I am for the rest 90% of the days.
  • I am not the only one who does not have an instruction manual to life. Everyone else is also making mistakes and figuring it out.
  • If I were to put any instruction on the book of life, the only one would be – “Make sure you have fun along the way”.

 Cheers,

Akanksha

Today, I received a handwritten letter from a dear friend from India and it made my day and my week. I have already read it like ten times already and I cannot help but smile everytime I do it. We are in regular touch through emails and the amazing other online channels but it was something about that hand-written note that added a joyous spark to my day.

I am a very old fashioned when it comes to writing, still prefer the penning down by hand. Truly love the connection and the friction between pen and the paper, as the words flow while my hand and my mind sing a tune in harmony. The handwriting, the impression on the virgin paper (even on the leaf below the leaf) speaks of the energy with which the note was written. Akin to the brushstroke of a painter, the carvings of a sculptor, the paper stands as a witness to the emotion, thoughts, attitude and THE moment which cannot be re-created, ever!. One can try to erase what was once written on a virgin piece of paper, but cannot completely undo the writing…the mark remains! The cuts and strikethroughs take you through a journey of thoughts that the author went through as he/she penned down those words, unlike a well formatted note in word processors which just shows you the final form….and that record of journey to me to me is completeness. You can call it raw, but it is complete.

In today’s reality of very fast world and time pressures, it is impractical to limit yourself to writing on paper, but I try to come back to it as often as I can. Most of what I write remains on paper (explains why my blog is still so very empty), but whenever I read those sheets the whole thing comes back to me alive…just the way I wrote it, felt it, created it….. It is original, unprocessed, unchanged, untampered…it is as real it can be or ever will be. Even this note was written first on the paper and I thought of transferring it online to my blog and I can tell you, although the words are the same – some undefinable aspect of this short note still remains on that very paper – which is why this is complete yet very incomplete.

Have not written to some dear one in a long time? Leave your laptop/ipad for a bit, pick up a piece of paper and create the magic. The wait, the postal delay…everything will be worth it and your friend will relive the moment exactly as you created it.

Cheers ooops Chillies :)

Akanksha

One…Two…and Three! The curtain rises…and the lights are on.

Presenting “The Pay Cheque Fortune”

The titles appear…

Produced By: Artificial Deadlines

Written By: Inflated Ego aka “Leadership”

Directed By: Corporate Confusion

Starring: Endless Networking and Zero Work Life Balance

Guest Appearance: Yours Truly

OMG, I am on stage and all eyes are on me.I think I know my lines…but just knowing the lines is not enough.

This scene is different. There is no more the luxury of dress rehearsals and the stakes are high. It is all improvisation now. I am a novice here. I should be nervous. I let the play unfold and watch  everyone do their part.

There are big wigs on the stage with me and I know them very well. They are the “worshipped” ones. They think they can steal the show. They have in the past – but I will put a tough fight. After all, I do know my lines.

 I deliver.

 The applause begins and never ends….The curtain falls.I bow and get off the stage.

 The next day…The curtain rises again….

 Presenting .. “The Pay Cheque Fortune”

 The same scene with new characters. I think I know my lines….Do you?

It was almost torn. Looked tired and exhausted after travelling across the miles. I picked it up and looked closer – I smelt a familiar connection – of care, of giving. The words on it looked faded as if it had been rubbed, scratched or plain mishandled. But I could see through the remains of what was once written on it. It had my name on it in a familiar style –the same length of the ‘K’, the same big belly of the ‘S’ and the huge ‘M’. Yes, it was from him – I could almost hear him call my name. I smiled. It was refreshing to see his mark again, not an email signature but a hand written note. Something more real than this virtual reality.

 Opened it carefully, making sure it didn’t get damaged more than what it already was. Kept wondering what could it have for me. He knows I love this, he knows I love that. What would he choose this time? And yes, he got it right – exactly what I needed…1028 grams of smiles and a perspective. A confirmation that even today in this matrix of ephemeral and fleeting things, there are some things that do not change. The thrill of receiving a personally picked and wrapped gift from the other continent, the comfort of having a friend who will stay no matter what happens and the feeling that in some ways I really am lucky – it has always been so, and will remain.

That’s more than enough to keep me going for now. The rest can wait while I enjoy this moment of euphoria. :)

You know it is for real when you are smiling even when no one else is around.

Chilies,

 Akanksha

Saffron is the world’s most expensive spice by weight. It is powerful – you just need one of those tiny-hard-to-see threads and within seconds your preparation has a different color, flavor and fragrance. The little tiny thing dissolves in whatever you put it into and it just vanishes - never again to be seen. But its effect is quite pronounced. It is definitely one of my favorite spices and a must have in my kitchen.

But why do I talk about it today? Give me a moment to explain. Two days back I had  my first meeting with a friend whom I have known for good 3 years now. 3 years of conversations, exchanges, laughs, smiles, encouragements, scoldings - but never met, never saw each other. But we met two days back, as if we have known each other forever. There was a wonderful excitement of finally putting a face to a name, a voice, a chat window that has been on and off a part of my life since the last three years. Someone who has been invisible to me all these years – but has definitely left his mark, his color on my take on life. Our interaction has been limited in quantity due to distance, time zones and other possible road blocks, but I rate it any day higher in quality than most people that I have spoken face-to-face for hours. 

So what? What is the big deal about it? These days, people are connecting everyday with thousands of people through the magical world of internet and make and break infinite friendships like these. Aint that true? True! It is! But I think there is something more to this observation of mine, atleast in my story. And here I start rambling now :D

5 years back, there was a reset in my life. Times changed for the worse and so did people around me. I went into my own cocoon and hibernated – resolving never to open up again – atleast to anyone from my past. Shut old closets and was not willing to open new ones. There was therapy, meditation and a lot of other things, life started to move on again but my inability to trust people never vaned. Books, music and internet took the space of friends and peers. I blogged to take my ire on the world and wrote like words were my weapon (For the betterment of the world that blog doesnt exist anymore). Managed a few visitors and then came the ‘fortunate” comment on my blog from a person who just randomly ended up there – and thats where I got initiated to Trust 2.0 and Online Friendship 1.0. :) and it has never stopped since then – my collection of really good friendships are mostly the ones that started as “pen friendships”. There are five of those fantastic jewels that I have collected over past 5 years and they have redefined ‘Akanksha’ as the world knows me now.

The Entrepreneur: Around 6 years and counting. Met just twice so far.  

My first “pen friend” – my own harbinger of good times. Then – a technological nerd, care-free bird. Today – a super smart, super stud entrepreneur. Always – a super caring friend. In my difficult days of recovery, he came in as a wonderful surprise, counseled me, distracted me from all the wrongs in the world and most importantly made me laugh. Definitely one of the most interesting and intelligent people that I have met in my life – yet so down to earth. Love his ways of making time for friends…he can stop time for you if he knows you need him. He makes me proud.

The Joker: 5 years and counting. Met only once, after 2 years of friendship.

Then – an IIM C student, a funny blogger. Now – an entrepreneur. Always – a joker, a loafer, a clown. I remember his blog used to be one of the most sought after blogs for having a laugh, thousands of visitors, millions of smiles and that’s how we connected. He managed to submit all his assignments on time at IIM C, and finally graduate despite being posing as a clown (ofcourse online) to me for many hours every day and making virtually everything possible to make me laugh. He makes me giggle.

The Chiquitita (Spanish for Little Girl): 3 years and counting. Met only once – just last year.

Then – a dreamer. Now – an achiever. Always – an inspiration. Literally, the saying big things come in small packets was written for her. High on energy, high on life! She loves to put life in everything around her and it showed through even with the limitations of the virtual connection. She is intellect and beauty personified. We connected through common ambitions, took different directions but never lost touch. We share similar stories and outlook in life. The only difference so far is that she is married to a very handsome prince and I am still enjoying my single party days :D . Her energy inspires me and her focus in life makes me jealous.

The Geek: 3 years and counting. Met him two days back for the very first time.

Then – a nerd. Now – an easy going chap. Always – a guide. Loved meeting him, got a chance to refresh all my knowledge of Kashmiri traditions and language. A very small mail with a question about a scholarship led us to 3 long years of conversations and support and his being Kashmiri definitely helped. Our worlds are so different, there is no way I would have met him except how we did. He is all giving to me, but yet the only thing he talks to me about is how I should focus on living for myself. Irony J ? He makes me believe in me.

The Writer: Never met.

Do not know yet if he is a reality or an illusion, but he has quite an effect. He says, he is the regular guy next planet. He reminds me of me – of someone that I was before the crash and I always aspire to be again. Trying to find words to describe him, but he is both real and unreal like his words and very hard to describe. He believes in creating and modifying reality using words and looks like he is pretty good at it ….I am still getting used to his art of changing reality. He brings me home like never before.

Finally coming to the point that I wanted to make –

All these wonderful people are the special gifts that I received when I was expecting none. In times when I gave up on so called ‘real’ people around me, I tapped in to these invisible forces and kept myself going strong. I have connected with some because of similar likes/dislikes, ambitions, madness and sometimes similar miseries. I have grown with them and seen them grow into wonderful people. I learn from them how to expect nothing and give a lot, how to bring people in your life and make them special, how to trust when you are too scared of doing that, how to give life another chance and make it spicy all over again. I get the kick of life from them, they complete me in all different ways.

I am an introvert, but my life and work makes me talk to hundreds of people virtually and in real world. Not everyone has the spark that I found in these special ones. Daily, I pat my back for being able to read the signs when it felt just ‘right’ and ‘positive’ about these fantastic fives. I surrendered to those positive hunches and struck a fortune. Yes- Surrender is the word that I have been looking for – A tough word for the control-freak people around me to digest – but you never know what it can do to you – till you try it. Do not over think the situation and just follow your heart. If you are thinking what will happen five days from now, you are thinking too much. Surrender when you feel right (like I did with these friends), surrender to the present moment and seek every bit of happiness that it brings with it.

Like I did to my fantastic fives – you cannot see them around me – but yet they are the dissolved and invisible saffron in my life making it brighter and tastier every day.

And to those special fives -you know who you all are, and although I might have never said this to you – my world is prettier and happier because of you.

Hello World!

I spent good twenty minutes thinking about a good title for this blog. The possible options varied from some overused MBA jargons to some kindergarten poem titles. I wanted a name that reflected what I am, or more so what I would like to be! As minutes went by and I could not zero-in on a name for my new blog, I decided to take a snack-break and approached my best friend at home ‘my refrigerator’ and there I found my another good friend – a bottle of tobasco sauce – my friend for every meal. My search for name ended there.

I love spices – literally! I have loved them even more since I left India. People who know me, know that I am a big foodie and I totally enjoy cooking and the use of spices. But I do not intend to make this blog a place for culinary secrets. I have no credentials what-so-ever to claim that I know any secrets. The spices in the blog stand for the essential ingredients of a meaningful life….some friends, some enemies, some jumps, some falls, some time for yourself and some time for others! Like my struggle to find the perfect recipe and mix of spices for my already good-enough Chicken Biryani, I am on a quest  in life for a balance..in using the right things, in the right amount to make the treat of my life much more enjoyable, fun and a learning on its way.

Cheers,

ooops , I meant Chillies,  :)

Akanksha

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