Friday, 18 February 2011

Relationships - Biggest Wealth

In our lives, we encounter various types of relationships with all kinds of people. You are born mostly with the fortune of having both sets of parents, sometimes grandparents too and later on in life this surplus of relationships increases with siblings, extended family, friends and one day you may even find a life partner. In all of this there is one key component which most of us often take for granted with these relationships. - Expectations

With some of these relationships you expect more and with others you expect less. However, when these expectations are not met, you find yourself in the situation of disappointment. We bitch, we moan and we often dig the problem so deep that the hole becomes larger than life. You see, expectations are in eye of the beholder. Do you see the problem? Genetically humans are not engineered to predict or foresee what the other person wants from them. Few of us are lucky and rely on the probability theory of intuition. This myth sometimes works for some people and I call that a lucky day gambling with emotions. Men in most cases are hideously incapable of guessing what women’s expectations are. However, they are logical and far more direct when it comes to understanding the point if this is clearly communicated to them. Women have an emotional Everest in their cranium which makes them dysfunctional towards verbally communicating their needs towards man or woman and often they hear or see what they want to believe in. So the bottom line here is a void of communication. This can occur between partners, parents, siblings and even between friends. 

We are victims of our own actions! If you do not communicate your needs with your relationships, this creates a misunderstanding and more often than usual you start to form negative opinions about a person and ultimately the bomb blasts and you say things which really you could have avoided and were fiercely unnecessary. When we have negative thoughts in our minds, we are creating karma. When we emote such thoughts towards another person you are also creating karma. When we take action on those thoughts and bitch about  a person to their face or behind their back you are also creating karma. Ultimately there is no good that comes from having bitter sour feelings towards anyone in life! 

So really where does the answer lie? Your needs have to be expressed and only then will this vicious circle of expectations end. You may discuss what you need and will often find that these needs are far more realistic than the preposterous expectations you had festering in your head.

You open up a channel of communication with the other person and thus avoid misunderstanding their motives, which in turn lead towards a grey free area of possible doubts and ultimately prevent karma from taking place. 

I stress the notion of karma because I have observed in life when we have happy thoughts for other people, even those that may have caused us pain or discomfort, this keeps us in tune with the values which we have been brought up with, makes us happier individuals and makes us more compassionate towards others. I am not saying that we must embrace these bad people in our lives, but we must create empathy towards all situations and try to put yourself in the shoes of the other person. Why did they do that? Would I have possibly done the same thing? If you are pro active towards a consequence, this prepares you for a situation in the future. 

In 2010 I made some promises to myself and decided to filter and permeate my treasure chest of relationships. I realised that not all those in this chest were precious stones which enriched me in the way which I had hoped they would. It was a detoxifying cleansing ritual which was hard and painful. However the benefits of this filtering process not only de-burdened me but also allowed me to welcome new relationships into my life. In all of this I did remember one thing and that was to not create bad feelings towards these losses, rather to set them free and allow them to seek a treasure chest elsewhere. Perhaps they were a misfit in my life and I was no one to judge them for their actions. 

A year later I have lived some experiences which have left me pleasantly surprised and also reminded me of how karma really does work and my faith in it is further strengthened! I have also consciously been exercising my communication skills with my relationships and have discovered that it eliminates doubts, makes me see the truth and not the distorted truth that my wild imagination sometimes allures me into. These small changes in my life have benefited me in huge ways that translate to simple love. I love my family, I love my friends and I love the simple pleasures in life which we often disregard behind all the paraphernalia that adorns our complicated lives. 

Communicate your needs and think good for everyone. I dedicate this to my children, who inspired me to write this piece. They are budding examples of individuals who tell me what they want and only see positive things in all the people that surround them. In my eyes children are the happiest humans!

Sunday, 12 December 2010

She

(I actually wrote this in a dream whilst having a half an hour nap on a Saturday afternoon. Nothing like this has ever happened to me before) 

Responsibly rebellious
Dramatically subdued
Social farouche butterfly  
An eye open dreamer is she

A cotton bud living in a candy society
Brushes careful shoulders
Never letting the sugar become too sweet
Follows the rules of the game
But makes some up herself, this is how is she

Erratically balanced
Diplomatically blunt
Sensibly childish
Curly and crazy is she

Layers of glossy gossip do tempt her pallet
But the soulful shadow embraces her tight
Never letting her go
Intellect and freedom pull her arms
Relieved and thankful is she

Innocently sinful
Quietly shrude
Half glass full
Can sometimes be politely rude

She is me
Me is I
Who is I?
Who is Me?
Tomaitoes, Tomaatoes
Me and I is she

Blends into protocol
Says life is too short, just let it roll
A for Ash
G for Golds
At times is sane
At times insane
Two names… one person is she

Tuesday, 30 November 2010

The First Time - October 2009

The alarm clock rings and I'm swift to press the snooze button, quite quickly realising that today is the day. I've prepared myself thoroughly for this and finally it's time. I seek no more sleep, bounce out of bed and head towards the bathroom. It's an early 07:18 Sunday morning, but I want to be relaxed and at ease with my body. 

As I shower, I'm picturing how it will go. Nervous I am a bit, but not because I doubt my physical preparation, more because it's my first one. I have done this infinite times at the gym, but this is out there with everyone else. Who's going to judge me, who really is going to care if I even finish or not? Me! I need to do this for myself and kick away the ghost that haunts me. Years of hearing the same chant in my head has to be given a farewell today. "Chubby asthma suffering children can not only run a race but triumph at them too!" Enough said, after washing my fears away I dress up in my running best. Breakfast has always been a big deal and the best meal of my day. I enjoy this moment of the day, ensuring I balance my carbs. and don't over do the liquids. Banana girl comes to my head, I smile to myself and take a few bites.  

Inhaler, check. iPod, check. Mobile, check. Let's go! 

There's a crisp chill in the air, accompanied by radiating sunshine and a light wind. If there was an ideal climatic chart for this event, I would check all the boxes today. I'm standing quite far behind from the start line, itching to raise my feet and feel the motion. Stretched out and calm is how I feel surrounded by the couple of thousand fellow runners, who probably all have a story to tell just like mine, but today we share a common goal and are here to achieve it. 

Let's go, let's go, let's go! Off I go! Steady paced and with a stupid smile on my face, I 'm soaking  up the concrete and enjoying the suspension my legs give me. Don't sprint and overwork yourself with excitement is what I keep reminding myself. I'm absorbed in my music and don't hear a thing, but I can read the expressions on peoples faces. I pass the 2 km mark and look around to see many have slowed down, feeling a cramp just below their waist. Producing a sneaky smile, I swiftly jog past them and look at my watch.

"Vamos bien Goldie" I hear my trainers voice whispering in my head. I see the bystanders who are admiring the view. Some have cameras with them, others merely watching the show, but most of them take a moment to cheer us on. It's a stage I'm on and we are all leads today, no one is competing for first place because all are winners in this game. 

Gran Via des Corts Catalans is a privelage to run on, wide lanes with spectacular views. Keep looking further and it really has no end. I'm creating a bond with these streets, they treat me with respect and I do the same. 

Suddenly I feel my first testing moment. As I cut across Plaza Cataluñya and am about to enter into Las Ramblas, I can feel a pinching sensation in my chest. Go away, nobody invited you today. Don't steal my thunder! Gathering my happy thoughts, calm and serene I proceed to change the track on my carefully prepared playlist. Las Ramblas calls for a special something. Aahun aahun aahun , aahun aahun aahun, aahun aahun aahun aahun,  aahun aahun aahun! Is it normal that I want to break into a bhangra at this point? I am overwhelmed by the number of tourists that visit this spectacular street, and what overwhelms me more is having the honour of running through it today. I brush past many of them, rubbing shoulders with most of them. Zig zag, zig zag, zig zag is the only way out here. They are in awe of this sudden avalanche of bullets that are zooming through and most of them cannot contain themselves, so break into a cheer and once again remind me of the stage I'm on. 

4 km over, it's time for the final golden 1000m. How am I feeling? The Ramblas buzz has worn off and my legs are starting to tighten up a bit, sore shins remind me of the fact that I have not stopped once yet. Back up energy is now required and I make my appearance into Parallel. It's shocking this long long street seems way longer than what it actually is. I've slowed down my pace and I know this as most of them are over taking me. Should I just stop for a few minutes, I could walk and no one will ever know. I can't, not today! Go away, I told you no one invited you here... leave me alone and let me go. Track change! Ministry or Beyonce? I think it's desperate times, desperate measures... Ministry of Sound it has to be. Char suddenly pops into my head from no where. "Hello!" It's quite comforting having her there, as she reminds me how much she loathes RnB and loves Ministry. After that brief mental interlude, I focus and carry on to the finish line. 
Final 200m for a runner is like reaching out to Mecca , holding your baby for the first time, first kiss or simply being "in the zone". Am i in the zone? You bet I am!

My legs have lost sense in them, arms and hands are propelling at supersonic speed, my heels are actually touching my buttocks and I am on fire. As I cross it, I want to scream, scream so loud so everyone can hear me. I refrain! I dial 2010 and hear his voice... "I did it!!" He's so excited for me, he forgets to cancel the call and in the background I hear "Did mama get her medal?". I smile to myself and say "I got the medal, I sure did."

Sunday, 28 November 2010

Getting Over - November 1999

A haunted past still rules my mind
Those days of passion embrace me over
The more I let go, the harder it grabs me
I swim to the surface, it pulls me deeper

Every thought contains you in it
Every event is filled by you
Nothing I do can free me from your shadow
It's a ghost which follows me around
My mind tells me no, but my heart says yes

I'm looking ahead, but my souls behind
I look behind, I see your footprints in my life
I close my eyes and I see you
I block my ears and I hear you
What am I supposed to do?

Every tune spells your name
Every place I go revolves around your presence
Every aroma is embedded by you
I can't help but think of you

There is anger
But also love
There is reality
But also dreams
There is so much clarity
And blurred confusion, far from reality

A mixture of feelings
Potpourri of emotions
I want you
And I don't

Friday, 26 November 2010

Painful Recollections - Nov 1994

I can still remember that wretched day when I was walking my way through those trampled leaves, up to school. They brushed the pavement like a scratch on dry skin. As I stepped on them, they made a crispy crunchy sound like the sweeping of rubbish that is collected at night. I left them shapeless, stippled and scattered. They had become wet, then dry and wet again from the sodden rain that kept gushing down and halting all through the night. The rain sound gave me a headache, banging bullets on the window pane. Oh how I despised this weather.

I could feel the bitter drop of temperature and absolute absence of warmth. My teeth kept gritting together, nose frozen and numb. As I produced clouds of smoke from my mouth, it was really the only thing that gave me momentary heat around my face. Oh how I longed for some hot milk to de solidify my poor limbs from this charming torture.

The intense cold had actually taken over me and other than shivering like a half dead dog, I did half wish I was sitting on a beach somewhere. The closest to a beach I had was the Eastbourne peer, where not only was there no sand, but it was also the most depressing town I had ever been to in my whole life. Who was I kidding?

In the far distance I could only see some houses and bare trees. The fog had made everything blurred and the picture I recall was a milk lacing over the horizon. It all looked confusing  and bizarre. Was my eye sight in jeopardy too?  Not a single soul in sight, the emptiness was more than evident when I realised I could only hear my own breathing. The world was hibernating and I was facing up to the laborious obstacles of hiking up to my God forsaken school which couldn’t have been on a higher hill. Carlisle Road looked wasted and squandered. Someone please paint some sunshine if that’s what it took!

My climax was without a doubt the winnowing wind which bit into my face and punched me straight out. Stiff and statuesque felt I , never will or want to forget that day for the rest of my life.

Feelings in Disguise - Jan 1997


Is the reality somewhat different?
Are my feelings really changing for you?
The joke no longer seems funny
“You seem to be the victim here honey!”

I see you with a different eye now
I want to see you more than before
Whatever you say sounds so affectionate
You play it on so well, I’m the fool who’s falling for you.

I want this to be real
Not just a pretend deal
Can you see it happening too?
I want you to see through me
And really know what I feel

What I say to you is no longer transparent
Why can’t you read the message, it’s so apparent
Emotions so strong, I cannot set apart
I’m flirting for real, it’s all from the heart

Sometimes I can almost see the answers in your eyes
I can sense the hidden passion rising
But resistance always comes our way
Do you hold back or do I?

I want some clarity
I want this tension to ease
I can’t continue like this
The truth cannot just remain a freeze

Thursday, 25 November 2010

I like you - Feb 2000

I like you when you don't speak because you seem absent.
You can hear me from a far, but my voice does not touch you.
It's as though your eyes have flown away and as though one kiss has numbed you quiet.

The way all things are filled with my soul, you emerge from all these things, filled with my soul.
You emerge from all these things , filled with my soul
You are like a butterfly in a dream, you resemble my soul

I like you when you don't speak because you are distant
It's like you are complaining, like a butterfly in a struggle.
And you hear me from a far, but my voice does not reach you
Leave me alone so I can contemplate your silence.

Let me speak to your silence
Clear like a lamp, simple as a ring
You are like the night, quiet and composed
Your silence is like the stars, so distant and so simple

I like you when you don't speak because you seem absent
Distant and painful as if you've just died
Just one word or a smile are enough
And I'm happy, happy to know that it is not truth