Two parents, likely Indian origin, holds hands of their two young children.
Notes to my child, Philosophy

The Kind of Love That Raises Us—and the Kind We Choose to Give

We don’t usually internalize this but, I think, we are, for most part, exactly like our parents. The debate between nature vs nurture in playing a pivotal role in building our adult personalities is an old one. Earlier, during my twenties, I had a firm belief that nature dominates over nurture. This belief, however, has now shifted entirely — I now feel that nurture matters far more.

This shift came from learning how children actually learn (my education at Harvard helped). It is also connected to my education in scientific concepts like the evolutionary history of the homo sapiens as species. Understanding how we are brought up during our childhood opens up opportunities to understand who we are today. It’s also the key to making ourselves overcome certain limitations our upbringing may have brought to us. Understanding our childhood is the first step in overcoming these limitations.

This raises the question: what’s the key to a good nurturing in childhood?

I think the prominent answer to that lies in love. If a child receives love from their parents, or from a “concerned adult”, it creates a powerful sense of stability in children. This feeling of stability extends well into adulthood.

A lack of love between parents often becomes visible in a child’s upbringing. It can make a child feel very insecure or afraid. Continuous fighting between parents can also cause insecurity in a child. This insecurity may well extend into adulthood. In cases when one parent is missing, the other parent’s role becomes even more crucial. They must ensure their child gets unbiased love from them. I refer to this love as “positive love”. It’s the kind of love you’d expect Harry Potter’s parents to give to him. It’s the kind of love that makes you brave, courageous, kind, unafraid of failure, and empathetic to others.

Then, there’s also the kind of love we may refer to as “non-positive love”. A good example of that love is what Harry’s cousin Dudley or Harry’s nemesis, Draco Malfoy, received. Though unconditional, this kind of love had made both Dudley and Malfoy deeply insecure, turning them into bullies. It made them consistently compare with others, and nudged them to harm Harry at every opportunity they got. It’s the kind of love that makes anyone a coward, cruel, rude, clingy, selfish, jealous, and afraid of failure.

Few traits of Positive loveTraits of Non-positive love
Mostly driven by love between parents /concerned adultMostly driven by loss of love between parents; fighting/bickering between parents/concerned adult
Children don’t often compare themselves with other children Children compare themselves with others, primarily driven by parents need of comparison or fear
Children are not afraid of failure because they know they can fall back on their parents; parents encourage failure as a positive learning experienceFailure is considered a reflection of parent’s report on their parenting; children feel failure is the end of the world; they hesitate in feeling dependent on their parents
Mostly make children kind, secure, brave, and empathetic to others Mostly make children cruel, clingy, and show lack of empathy to others
The kind of love we believe Harry Potter’s parents would have given him if they were alive The kind love given to Dudley, Harry’s cousin; or to Draco Malfoy, Harry’s nemesis at Hogwarts
Kinds of love that children get from parents/concerned adults


There’s a third kind of love too which is nothing but the “absence of love”. Under this condition, the child often feels conflicted with the concept of love itself. Having no sense of what that feeling is, they feel disconnected with their surroundings. A feeling of emptiness, or in some cases, abandonment takes over.

In Harry’s case, after he went to Hogwarts, he understood that he was loved by his parents. He realized this even though they were dead. He understood that love can be felt even when the person is not there with you anymore. The “absence of love” happens when, despite the presence of the parents/concerned adult, the child doesn’t get love.

As children grow old, they also fall into one of these categories as adults. This happens because of the intimate experience of going through it with their parents or a concerned adult. In a way, the children turn into their parents.

This categorization sticks through our adult life unless we take concerted efforts to understand our upbringing and make efforts to transform us into “positive lovers”. The natural categorization influences us to reflect positive, non-positive or absence of love in almost all aspects of our lives. This includes who we date and marry, and what career we choose. Most importantly, it involves how we raise our own children (if we choose to have them).

But what’s the process of becoming a “positive lover”? In my opinion, it has three steps to it:

  1. Analyze and acknowledge the kind of love we received in our childhood. It is important to be non-judgmental to our parents/concerned adult while doing this exercise.
  2. Determine our current category (positive, non-positive, or absent) as an adult.
  3. Identify concrete actions/steps towards becoming a positive lover. Writing these steps are helpful.

The third step is crucial because it will determine the type of children we will raise. The children we will raise is directly based on the type of adult we are while raising them. Personally, for me, having the idea of children excites me. Many of my friends and I are at a stage where we are planning to have kids. Some of us already have them. For my future children, I want to make sure that I provide them with “positive love”.

Of late, I have realized that parenting is probably one of the most powerful tools for self-transformation too. When we will choose to parent differently — with more awareness, empathy, and intention — I believe that we will start to heal parts of ourselves we didn’t even know were wounded. We will begin to notice patterns in our own behaviors that once went unquestioned. We will pause before reacting, will listen more closely, and will try to give our children the kind of love we may have missed.

Of course, none of this could happen without taking the first step in acknowledging that our behaviors as an adult are a reflection of our upbringing. Accepting that is in itself a daunting task. By choosing to acknowledge it and raising our children on the foundation of “positive love” , we aren’t just shaping our children’s lives — we are also reshaping our own. Parenting, in that sense, isn’t just an act of giving. It’s also a process of becoming. We get a second chance at childhood through the eyes of our kids. And in that second chance lies the possibility of deep, lasting change.

Understanding the kind of love we received as children isn’t just about looking back — it’s about taking charge of who we become. Whether we grew up with positive love, non-positive love, or the absence of it, we always have the power to rewrite our story – and in turn, writing the story of our children’s lives.

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Philosophy

The Money-Relationship Framework of Happiness

What matters most to humans at an individual level? Is it money, relationships, or a combination of two which we sometimes refer to as “happiness”?

Money * Quality of Relationships = Happiness ?

For many years of my life, I have closely observed what it feels like to be living in the state of feeling that you lack something, especially money. When I was a kid, money did not come easily for my family. My father, who was a highly successful civil engineer did not save much before he passed away in an accident. The immediate years after his demise forced us to live a life of constraint. As a kid, you don’t really feel these things. This is especially true when you have a loving adult in your life. Friends also make a big difference. In my case, I had both. My mother and sister loved me unconditionally and gave me a life of stability. I had amazing friends with whom I shared my life. In a way, for most of the time in my childhood, I felt happy because of the quality of relationships I had. These relationships made me believe that I wasn’t lacking anything important.

When I was a KIDMoneyQuality of relationshipHappiness
High ~~~~
Low~~
Extremely low
Money-relationship framework when I was a kid

On the other hand, I saw poverty – the absolute lack of money – firsthand when I started telling stories to children in the villages of Bihar, Uttar Pradesh, and Rajasthan in India. It is here that I observed closely the daily lives of hundreds of kids who chose to come to school more for a promise of a free meal than for the love of learning. The quality of relationships didn’t matter because the lack of financial means made their day-to-day survival extremely challenging. It is my understanding that they lacked what I as a kid felt as “happiness”. The frame of reference for these kids having extremely low money made for low happiness in their lives, irrespective of the quality of relationships they had. Sadly, for lakhs of kids, that’s how their lives are even today.

Poor kids in rural IndiaMoneyQuality of relationshipHappiness
High Irrelevant
LowIrrelevant~~
Extremely low ~~Irrelevant
Money-relationship framework for many kids in rural India

My assumption is that the readers of this written piece would not be in the zone of what is referred to as the phase of “extremely low money” where quality of relationships is irrelevant to the level of happiness they feel. In fact, the quality of relationships are what matters the most to how happy or sad, you, my reader must feel.

If I consider my life today, I think the quality of relationships I have plays a prominent role in determining my happiness. Money, yes, does play its role but for me it is something that helps me to not consistently think about how to earn it. Having “enough” of it makes me believe that I can do things that I really enjoy doing and to not fear about where my next meal would come from – something that a child and their parents in rural India have to consistently think about!

My current frameworkMoneyQuality of relationshipHappiness
High ~~~~
Enough~~
Low
Extremely low
Here is how my money-relationship framework looks like today.
Note: “Enough” is something that each individual defines for themselves. Enough is personal!

I want to go deeper into the quality relationships I have today.

First, I continue to have a stronger thread from my childhood in the form of my loving mother. Having that relationship intact and knowing that she will be there no matter what has helped me anchor key facets of my life. Having said that, there are many a toxic threads from my childhood that I have cautiously cut; from uncles, aunts, and friends who tried to harm me emotionally on purpose.

Second, after many unsuccessful love relationships, for the last seven years or so I am in the most loving relationship with my current wife; a relationship built on common foundational values of strong family values, respect, and freedom.

Third, my friends. Some of them have been with me since I was in school or college. These foundational friendships make me fall back on honest counsel from time-to-time and to live back what is “good” inside me in times of self-doubt and sadness.

Together, these relationships forms the pillar of what brings me happiness most days. My work adds to my fulfillment, but the security of enough money and the strength of these bonds form the true foundation of my well-being.

Now imagine, suddenly, these pillars go “poof”. My life suddenly starts to feel miserable! For many adults, this “poofness” is a reality, a source of extremely low happiness despite enough or high levels of money.

It brings me back to the question of what matters most to humans? Is it money or relationships? Maybe for different people, different things may be dominating their mind-space right now. For all I know, without having your “enough” when it comes to money makes life challenging and the same goes for the lack of quality of relationships.

The answer, then, lies somewhere in the middle. Where enough money meets quality relationships!

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Philosophy

Conquering Dementors: How Memories Fight Our Fears

Today is about dementors; yes, the creatures that try to take out your soul by attacking your worst memories and fears. Even though dementors are a fictional character in the Harry Potter books and movies, we can find them every day in our daily lives. In today’s day and age, the whole industries are made around dementors; as in, the industry targets your fears and your worries, and push to you a limit where you feel your soul is leaving your body. When I think of dementors, in today’s context, I think of social media, the over-the-top noise levels of the newsrooms, and the tools that the authoritarian governments of today use to silence the voices of the people.

But, while dementors rule our psyche, it is also important to remember how Harry defeated them. In his discussion with Professor Lupin, the Hogwarts professor who deals in defeating dark magic, he tells Harry to think about his deep core happy memory. Remembering the memory, Harry casts the magic spell, while at the same time being shit scared of the dementor and its effect on his soul.

He defeats the dementor, of course. But it was not without realizing in the last scene of the Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban movie, while laying next to his Godfather Sirius Black, that it was actually him (and not his father) who came and saved him. In a way, Harry was his own savior. But he was helped by his core happy memories and his newfound love for his Godfather. Both made him overcome his fear of dementors and made him choose love over fear; courage over anxiety.

Even though Harry was the chosen one, the best sorcerer/best student that Hogwarts could ever ask for, he was scared of dementors; much in the same way that we are scared of our worst fears and our worst worries. I am scared these days too. Of what’s happening around. Of what’s happening in the world with the rise of industries that target cashing in our worst fears; of maniacs becoming leaders of countries; of my future. But today I choose to remember my core happy memories and to cast a spell to defeat these monster dementors.

I choose to remember the time when my mom came back after months in Pune and I saw her at the Delhi airport. I hugged her. With the driver driving, as soon as I went inside the car, I lay may head on my mother’s lap and felt truly happy. That I belong somewhere.

I choose to remember coming back from a long trip to find my then-girlfriend—now my wife—waiting for me at the door. I hugged and kissed her, her face glowing in the soft light of the only lamp in the quiet, desolate village. I remember her warmth, that deep sense of coziness.

I remember playfully fighting with my wife on our bed and just laughing like maniacs in the middle of the night. I remember playing cricket with my nephew in Pune; taking him out for lunch in Rishikesh.

I remember leaving Bihar after a year of teaching stories and computers to children, and how the young kids didn’t want to let me go. They asked me to stay, to keep teaching them, to keep being with them. I stood among those girls and boys, both of us holding back tears, and made a silent promise to myself that I would continue working for the underprivileged.

I began this post thinking today was about dementors. I was wrong. It’s about the memories that drive them away. Love over fear. Courage over anxiety. Light over darkness.

What are your core happy memories? Maybe it’s time to revisit them today.

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Philosophy, Poetry, Articles

On That Day, the Hazel Love!

On that day

When I look thou eyes

I see a tinge of hazel

Soothing enough to calm down nerves

On that day

When I see you smile

I saw salvation

And chants of love

On that day

When I feel thou lips

I see a tear roll down thy eyes

The Salt helped the glue

Inseparable flu

On that day

When I hold you tight

The air sees to cease

The bones crackled as bits of heart

On that day

When you touch me heart

And gave me the lap to leap

You hold me in our world

On that day

When you touch me hair

A child’s laughter reborn

The tenderness softened

On that day

When you went away

I ran away

Oblivion dismay

On that day

When the tear kisses the eye

It search thy eye

For it is alone aloof

Separable

On that day

When I look me eye

I see no more

For it searches the hazel

And the love

On that day

When I speak

I feel the dryness of the world

And the air breathing life

On that day

When I see the night

Without thy smile

I see

Only the dark

On that day

Hold me in thy world

Give me no air

See me hazel and green

See me night

See me, child.

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Poetry, Articles

The Second Time – Part 3 (The Conclusion)

Read the previous part of the story here: The Second Time – Part 2 (The Past)

Yes. I do remember the first time we met. How can I forget those cuts on your hand? Pranav said.

“Do you know why I got those cuts on my hand?”

“You never told me.”

“When I first talked to you, the comfort that I felt was something that I had never ever felt before with anyone else. I saw through you by just talking to you. I saw in you a person whose heart is as pure as a new born baby and who has the mind which has the capability to conquer the world. So, when Anamika told me that it was you who is the reason of all the misunderstandings between us, I did not believe her. It was not you. It was me. But, I couldn’t say what I felt to anyone. How could I? But, I was sure of one thing.  That is, you could never be the reason of anyone’s sorrow, especially the reason of my sorrow. ”

(Pranav felt his whole world has shattered in front of him. He remembered the time when Priya would ask her not to drink enough to do something for which he’ll be ashamed of. He neglected her advice. He neglected that she is the one who had seen him through.)

“Over the course of last 5 years, I did nothing but surrender to you. I did nothing but believed in you. And today, I see all of that being undone. I am not hurt because you cheated me. I am hurt because our ‘love’ lost.”

“I know that I have let you down, Priya.”

“You have let our love down.”

(Even in a situation like this, Priya did not resort to ugly conversations that generally might happen during this period. That was her uniqueness. She is someone who will maintain her calm even during the most trying times. Her heart was crying but her words, soothing. During their earlier days of relationship, when Pranav would ask her how she managed to find courage in the most difficult of situations, she would say, ‘There is a thing about courage. You will find it at the most unexpected places, during the most unexpected times.’)

(Pranav had now realized what a big mistake he had done. It was evident when he mustered all his courage to tell both Priya and Rumita what he’d been up to. Rumita had cursed him of cheating and literally asked him to never see her again. He had never tried as well. Priya, on the other hand, told him why she loved him. Was it love or madness?)

(It was at this time that Priya did something which no one in her situation might think to do.)

“Why do we fall, Pranav?”

“What?”

“As a child, when we’d try to stand up for the first time on our own feet, we generally would suffer a big fall. At that moment, our parents would tell us to try one more time. They would clap, smile, make faces and do everything in their capacity to get us back to trying. As a result, we try once more and we start walking. This is the first lesson we get how to live our lives.”

“I love you, Priya. I am sorry. I cannot take back what all I have done. But, please tell me, how do I make all of this better for you and our love? ”

“Learn your first lesson.”

“Try once more, Pranav. You have taken the fall and now, you need to try and stand up. As for me, I will be there to give you a hand. I will be there to bring you back on your feet. ”

Pranav felt numb. He started crying his heart out and it was almost impossible to console him. He never imagined that his betrayal of Priya would give him a lesson that he desperately needed to learn. He never imagined that a simple act of forgiveness could give him peace.

“I love you, Priya.”

“I know that you love me. Now, will you please wipe off your tears?” 🙂

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5 years down the line as Pranav was in Priya’s home sitting in front of her father, Priya said, “Dad, this is Pranav, and I wish to marry him”.

She paused, laughed and said with all her heart, “He is the most courageous person I have even known”

“Courage is not to do what seems right at the moment but to to do what is forgiving. Pranav realized that one act of forgiveness from Priya made him what he could never be;courageous.”

(Most often we take love for granted. But some people amaze us by their unconditional love and support. These people will be there with us when we‘d fall down. These people are different women in our lives; mothers, daughters, girlfriends, or wives. Love them. Just love them.)

 

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