Born in what you might call a “modern” Indian family, I certainly am not the “stereotypical” Indian girl. My over protective but unconventional mother more or less made sure of that. When it came to choosing a career, I had the liberty of options. So much so I dwelled upon various concepts from fashion to hospitality to an embarrassing glimmer of hope in acting and then finally settled on an online business. I had set up a company and ready to sell sportswear online. A family business in garment exports for over 20 years and a passion for fitness for almost the equal amount of time, fashion and sports fit seamlessly. One day however while watching an inspirational video of the extraordinary Steve Jobs, “How to live before you die” a statement deeply resonated with me. “The only way to do great work is love what you do. If you haven’t found it yet, keep looking and don’t settle.” At that moment precisely I knew I hadn’t found what I love to do, or had I and I didn’t know? It certainly wasn’t going over design sketches, fabric sourcing and production.
So there I was, the world was my palace. All I had to do was pick one door and take a step in. I just didn’t know which one. At times like these I was always left with the inevitable convenience of dependency. I would ask my mother and she would guide.
This would’ve been my case 6 years ago, but here I am today, 6 years later with a very different case. I lost my mother through a long treacherous fight against cancer and was left making that choice alone. The journey opened my eyes to many brutal realities that each one of us face or will probably face at some point in our lives. The oncology ward of numerous hospitals became my home where I witnessed extreme cases and dire situations that were unimaginable. I watched blank refusals of curable stage cancer treatment to those who didn’t have the funding and children who saw hospital wards before a classroom. Consequently I decided not to settle. I knew exactly which door I wanted to unlock and how many steps I wished to take.
So after numerous hospitals, treatments, doctors, nurses, needles, medicines, pain, sorrow, heartache, numbness, anxiety, loneliness, hope, no hope, disbelief and grief, I now believe in magic. I lost my real world but through her legacy that she left behind I build my dream world, a small courageous start to hopefully a life full of compassion, abundant contentment and insatiable passion.
No cause is too small, no person is too insignificant, but no help is detrimental. Over here I share my experiences with you. In my mind an experience becomes rich when you share it with others. I hope someday your “liberty of options” makes a difference in someone else’s life.
“A mom like you is impossible, the kind you will never see. Life will never be the same without you, a part of me you will always be…”