A news item…

that is bothering me a lot…..

I read a news report on May 9, that India ‘inked an agreement on mobility which will allow 42,000 Indian workers to work in Israel in the fields of construction and nursing.’

To my mind, this is a terrible tragedy. Our young men are going as construction workers because the country has denied them a good education, training in skills, and the opportunity to work and earn their livelihood in our own land. These people learn their work on the job and excel in it because a foreign country will not accept anything substandard. They work with discipline, decipher challenging tasks and construct the most amazing buildings. I have seen the miracles our labour force has created in the Gulf States. And now they are being offered jobs in Israel. 

But we, in our own land, cannot offer our young and able these opportunities. 

Their whole life will be spent abroad, in poverty and loneliness so that they can support their families here and ensure that their children get the opportunities they were denied. They keep just a small portion of their salaries and send the rest back home. They live, often 3 or 4, if not more, to a room. They come home once in two or three years to see their parents aged and dying, their wives and children as strangers. A short holiday when they work to build a home for their families, or do the things that need to be done, and then it is time to go back. It is the money that they remit here that keeps the country going - our politicians in comfort for doing nothing, our pathetic and broken systems struggling as patch-up jobs. 

Today’s paper talks about the shortage of nurses in PGIMER, a premium research hospital in Chandigarh.

https://www.hindustantimes.com/punjab/nurses-strike-at-pgi-puts-resident-doctors-on-toes/story-QejeMljZFE0wlEUfNbLheO_amp.html

There is a severe shortage of nurses in the whole country and we are sending them abroad where they will struggle, and sacrifice, but will be able to send money home for their families to live respectably, at least. We cannot train those who apply for nursing in the best practices of medicine, nor can we offer them jobs with good salaries….and yet I have seen how premier hospitals abroad vie to get Indian nurses to work in their hospitals simply because they are so good…so efficient, and skilled…

We too need skilled workers and nurses in our country for our own growth and healthcare. 

We feel proud when Macron communicates with the PM, and Biden invites the PM on a State visit…..It is not as if these heads of countries do not know the tragedy that is a reality for most Indians…but they want to trade….and part of that trade agreement is sending labour abroad….. and ethics be damned…

It looks like our main, possibly only export is our people….. Instead of using our human wealth in our country, we are sending them away to build other countries, while we remain in blinding poverty with no hope of any kind of healthcare for the common man. 

Why do we rush around…

Are 14 hours not enough for us, if we keep 10 hours for sleep and rest? 

We must be doing something wrong if we cannot spare a few minutes at the end of the day to think on the good thing or things that happened, or indulge ourselves with a few minutes of solitude in which we can put our feet up and relax with a glass of wine to think back on all that happened.

The worst statements ever are ‘I’m so busy’, and ‘There’s so much to do every day’….  And others in the same vein. Not talking about procrastinating, though some tasks are better done, or trashed, upon holding for a day or two. The truth is that we lose out on a lot when we try to rush through things. Worst is that we often make mistakes which we then have to go back to rectify. Would it then, not have been better if we had approached each task slowly and with care to begin with? Think about it—how many tasks do we go back to redo in a day? How many do we do at one go? How many do we take the time to prep for, instead of diving headlong into it? Do we take the time to enjoy and savour the mid-morning cup of coffee or tea? 

We often dive headlong into a day straight from bed and go on in the same rushed pace because we think that is what is expected of us if we are working adults…and this includes homemakers. If we are not doing something, then we are doing something wrong…we are failing somewhere. If we are not talking heavy office or store jargon all the time, then we are not doing justice to our work….by rushing around and mouthing heavy, complicated words, we are showing the world how busy we are. We need to be seen constantly sending and receiving msgs and mails to show we don’t have even a single spare moment. We need to be on the phone if we are not on the computer….because we are ‘so busy’. 

Taking the time to enjoy a coffee, having a proper meal, sitting and catching up with a friend, calling a loved one, talking about simple ordinary daily things, spending an easy happy hour with our loved ones, giving our children and families the best of our time and energy…. Are these a ‘waste of time’? It seems like it since we rush through them without savouring them. However, believe me, if we take time out for things that mean something to us, or take time to be with those who are precious to us, or give ourselves time to be with ourselves, we will get all the tasks assigned for the day, done…and done well. Believe me. This works. And you will not wake up ragged, and go to sleep ragged, with a feeling of being incompetent or burnt out…

A wonderful statement…

to live by:

Every day may not be good, but there is something good in every day.

~ Rebecka Peterson

Be grateful, we are reminded at least twenty tines a day….but we rarely stop to say the words ‘Thank you’. Or, we say it in a rushed way, because we are rushing off to do/complete the next task in a rushed way, because there are other tasks lined up which we have to rush around to finish before the day is over. This is not being thankful for blessings received, it is not being grateful. However, if we consciously create a space for ourselves at the end of the day when we can look back on the day and find the good in it, we will be able to actually see the good thing/things that happened and say our Thank you properly. This is gratitude and this brings with it its own blessing…

A long time…

since I’ve been here. And I missed it…

Back from my stay with my daughter. 

So much has happened in the days I’ve been off the computer - some painful, some happy, some fun, some sad. Learnt a lot too. And one big lesson I’ve learnt is about the change that happens when we grow older. Often our grown children, with children of their own, get impatient with us, leaving us with a helpless, confused feeling. We feel inadequate and realize that somewhere, somehow, we are falling terribly short of what our children want of us, causing painful misunderstandings, and sometimes breakdowns in communication. Some of us oldies curl up inside of ourselves, feeling the pain of aging, and the various traumas this brings along with it, while the younger ones feel an equal pain of not understanding and expectations going awry.

Talking with a friend of mine (my daughter’s generation), who was telling me about how she frequently gets upset with her mother…She said her mother, a doctor, (my generation) was very active, managing her home and bringing up 3 children, fulfilling the myriad duties required of her. She was always in charge, always on top of things. But now, it is sometimes  difficult even to get her to understand things - especially changes that are happening all around. She, whose responses were lightning fast, now takes a long time to get a grasp of the matter in hand, and a longer time ro respond, often resulting in unhappy silences, confusion in understanding, and deep distress all around. She was forgetful, and mixed time zones and memories. As we talked, things became clear to both of us…..to her, that this is normal, that this is all part of the aging process, and that her irritation, impatience, and upset was because she was not used to this from her mother…. It was difficult to see her mother like this. And what  became clear to me was that my daughter’s not understanding or impatience was also precisely this - I am not the person I used to be…not because of anything ‘wrong’ that I had done, or callousness of feeling, or indifference…it is because she cannot, is not able to get or accept that I am the same Mum but with worn-out edges…