Jhini Bini Chadariya: A tale of our troubled times woven with honesty

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Centuries ago, the humble weaver, mystic and poet Kabir, who once lived in the lanes of Kashi, wrote a profound poem titled ‘Jheeni Jheeni Beeni Chadariya’. His verse is a metaphorical and philosophical expression that uses the metaphor of the loom and weaving process to reveal the mysteries of life. The title also inspired Abdul Bismillah’s Hindi novel ‘Jheeni Jheeni Beeni Chadariya’ on the lives of weavers in Varanasi, much like filmmaker Ritesh Sharma, who borrows it for his film, ‘Jhini Bini Chadariya’, to explore the lesser-talked-about character of the holy city — Kabir’s Kashi where Muslim weavers run the looms and produce some of the world’s finest silk saris worn mostly by Hindu women, and also its once flourishing and now fading into oblivion courtesan culture. 

These two quintessential characters of Kashi come to life as Shahdab, the young Muslim weaver facing an existential crisis, and Rani, the orchestra dancer who gyrates and grooves to vulgar songs in the glare of myriad-coloured light beams, entertaining the lustful local audience with her sleazy moves. The filmmaker uses them as the access point to delve deeper into the city’s socio-political, socio-cultural and socio-religious fabric and lays it threadbare. The motif here is the same as that was seen in ‘Nasir’, ‘Aani Maani’, etc, and Ritesh joins other independent voices in filmmaking who aren’t shying away from exploring centuries-old traditions of India that champion humanism, inclusion, syncretism, and how all these ideals are being swiftly eroded under the strong winds of Hindutva.   

A traditional handloom weaver, Shahdab, lives in the silk-weaving neighbourhood of Pili Kothi, and the clackety-clack sounds from the looms fill the air in his room but not loud enough to drown the threat of being wiped off sometime soon. The fear looms large over him because his art is helpless before the modern power looms that can produce silk saris cheaper and faster. The shot through the open door also gives us a glimpse of the sari-clad mannequin, his constant companion. On the other hand, Rani fends for herself and her deaf and mute daughter, Pinky, with earnings from a not-so-respectable trade. She dreams of sending her daughter away to a boarding school one day so that the poor child doesn’t have to live with her classmates’ taunts of being a dancer’s daughter. Rani has stars in her eyes and hopes to make it big with a much-awaited debut in a music video and, from there, move on to act in films one day.   

The filmmaker uses symmetry in characterisation and plot to show the parallels in the lives of its male and female actors, perhaps to reiterate the more resounding theme of communal bigotry and show how they end up being the victim of circumstances, eventually falling prey to it, in one way or the other, for no fault of theirs. It starts with parallels between Hindu prayer chants and a mosque’s Muslim prayer call, interspersed on the screen. The constant blaring of hate speeches on loudspeakers and the airing of news on radio and television in the background gives the film a documentary feel.     

Jhini Bini Chadariya

While Shahdab befriends an Israeli backpacker, Adah, Rani deals with the romantic overtures of a young man, Baba, who has no agency to change things for good for her object of affection. Still, he harbours a deep intent to do so and quite hopelessly nurtures dreams of a good life and helplessly sees it blown to smithereens.  

Shahdab’s one-sided love remains unrequited as Adah puts him in the friend zone, nothing more, nothing less. Rani disapproves of the man’s possessiveness and shows complete disdain for his heroism in trying to protect her honour at the hands of vulturous men who treat her like a piece of meat, wanting to devour her at the first given opportunity, all because she treats herself as no-man’s business. 

Shahdab weaves a sari to gift Adah, and she, in return, leaves unannounced with a book on Kabir for him as a parting gift. Rani’s paramour Baba gifts her a sari, too, but she throws it away on his face in a fit of rage, and from there, things go downhill for her. 

Shahdab goes on to marry her Shazia, while Rani dilly-dallies on the Baba’s proposal before being brutalised by the henchmen of the local Hindu politico, Shiv Shankar Tiwary. An irate Baba avenges Rani’s ill-treatment at his hands, realising little that his ire will stoke the communal fire in the holy city. The two men, Baba on his bike and Shahdab on his scooter brush past each other for a fleeting moment on a well-lit bridge, perhaps in an ominous suggestion that the peace and harmony will soon be up in flames. 

Two threads — Rani and Shahdab’s lives — are intertwined when the riots break out in the city, and that’s how the filmmaker explores the third, invisible character — the city — adeptly exposing the tectonic changes under religious fanaticism. After Shankar’s killing, the cow vigilante breaks loose, blaming the Muslim beef traders in the city for Gaurakshak’s murder. The news spreads like wildfire and consumes the peace and brotherhood of the locality. It leaves Shahdab’s family dead at the hands of rioters, much like the communal riots that broke after the demolition of Babri Mosque on the night of December 6, 1992, and his parents who were killed in its aftermath. Baba, too, is killed in a police encounter after being hunted down for shooting the Hindu leader and, in death, is called Mustafa, which pretty much explains the story in a nutshell.  

One of the most telling scenes unfolds amidst the resonant chants and the echo of bells. Once a dynamic hub of diverse languages, faiths, and profound knowledge, the vibrant city echoed with loud slogans and ritualistic fervour. The air was filled with the booming beats of dumroos, fervent cries of “Har Har Mahadev” mingling with “Jai Shri Ram,” the showering of petals, and an elaborate display of ceremonial worship, and the city fitting in the oversized idea of aggressive Hindutva. 

The camera becomes a silent spectator, standing still and documenting their lives, ways and means of living with acute detachment, offering the audience a voyeuristic glimpse on a few occasions. The cinematic framing of windows, doors and the windows above the doors in the characters’ homes, or the movement of two-wheelers in the city’s lanes and bylanes with the camera positioned at the fag end, or shots of religious processions, are spread liberally all throughout, from beginning to end, to show the camera’s distant approach in filming, and showing the changing face of the city, and not the usual touristy stuff.    

The actors owned their roles with ease as if they were one amongst the many Ranis or Shahdabs that inhabit the ancient city of Kashi. Their dialogue delivery, body language, mannerisms, and looks seemed a seamless blend and a perfect reflection of the milieu painstakingly portrayed in the film.   

The sound design combines every piece of audio in the film—including dialogues, sound effects, ambience, and score—to create the film’s soundscape quite effectively. It suitably adds to give the film a docu-drama touch. 

Much like the poem, where Kabir uses the weaving process as a symbolic representation of life and its mysteries, comparing the fine, delicate cloth to the subtle and intricate nature of existence, with the act of weaving serving as a metaphor for the divine process of creation and the unfolding of life, the filmmaker uses the loom to represent the current political order, and each thread in the fabric signifies an individual’s life. The interconnectedness of the threads illustrates the interdependence of all life forms. The cloth being woven here by the filmmaker symbolizes the intricate tapestry of the prevailing situation in the country. 

The disclaimer at the beginning, “some of the events and situations in this film are not fictional”, sets the tone, and in 1 hour 37 minutes, Ritesh portrays all of it with sensitivity, honesty, tenderness and aloofness. The film seems like a leaf out of everyday India, documented by a young filmmaker who manages to weave the fabric with a keen eye on the prevailing situations, leaving us visibly rattled and shaken. We, the audience, are like Pinky, who takes up dancing and is framed from an open window in the last shot, complicit, complacent and conformists in the changing landscape of secular India. It is a brittle thread, and we need to protect it now more than ever.

एक ही दीवाने को आये थे समझाने कई
पहले दीवाना मैं था अब हैं दीवाने कई
एक ही पत्थर लगे है हर इबादतगाह पर
अपने-अपने बुत का सबने गढ़ लिए अफसाने कई
~ नज़ीर बनारसी के लिखी ये पंक्तियां जो इस फ़िल्म में इस्तेमाल हुई हैं

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Written and Directed by Ritesh Sharma
Cast​:​ 
Megha Mathur…Rani
Muzaffar Khan…Shahdab
Sivan Spector…Adah 
Syed Iqbal Ahmed…Abbu
Roopa Chaurasiya…Pinky
Nishant Kumar…Nadeem
Shweta Nagar…Shazia
Ashutosh Singh…Shiv Shankar Tiwari
Utkarsh Srivastav…Baba
Heramba Shankar Tripathi…Faisal

More here: https://www.imdb.com/title/tt15624918/fullcredits

(All photos sourced from IMDb)

Nothing to do is itself a great doing, ain’t it?

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What did you do today? Well, I stepped back and did nothing because it was the National Day of Nothing. In a constantly hustling and bustling world, January 16 stands out for its sheer celebration of nothingness, and I must admit that I love its sheer ingenuity because we often tend to glorify productivity and busyness; celebrating “nothing at all” may seem a counterintuitive move. Our society often places a premium on constant activity, so taking a day to celebrate nothing at all becomes a radical act of self-care. It’s a deliberate step towards a healthier, more balanced life—where moments of stillness are accepted and embraced as essential for overall well-being. 

However, taking a day off to do nothing provides a much-needed pause in our hectic lives. It is a time to step back, reflect, rethink and recalibrate oneself. However, those aboard the Hamster’s Wheel may find it a tad difficult to pretend to do something when doing nothing, but it is an art form in itself, and with time, one can become adept at doing nothing and relatively guilt-free. 

The importance of doing nothing bodes well for one’s being, and these need to be emphasised repeatedly, like a broken record. 

Mental Well-being: Constantly being on the go can affect our mental health. Taking a day to do nothing allows our minds to rest, recharge, and find a sense of calm. It’s an opportunity to step back from the daily hustle and prioritize mental well-being.

Stress Reduction: The relentless pace of modern life often leads to stress and burnout. Celebrating nothing at all is a conscious choice to break free from the cycle, reducing stress levels and promoting overall relaxation.

Reflection and Mindfulness: Doing nothing doesn’t mean mindless idleness. It’s a chance to reflect on our lives, goals, and priorities. Embracing mindfulness during this time can lead to greater self-awareness and a deeper connection with our thoughts and emotions.

The Cult of Busyness: Society often equates busyness with success, but this mindset can harm our well-being. Taking a day to do nothing challenges this cultural norm, emphasizing the importance of balance.

Creativity Boost: Allowing our minds to wander and daydream during a day of doing nothing can spark creativity. In these moments of quiet, innovative ideas often surface, unburdened by the usual demands of a busy schedule.

How to celebrate Nothing Day?

Disconnect: Turn off notifications, put away electronic devices, and revel in the simplicity of unplugging by creating a tech-free zone to detach from the outside world.

Engage in Restful Activities: Read a book, stroll, or indulge in a favourite hobby. Choose activities that bring joy without the pressure of productivity.

Embrace the Silence: Enjoy the beauty of silence. Whether through meditation or simply sitting in quiet contemplation, let your mind unwind without external distractions. Embrace the present moment and let go of the constant need for productivity.

Creative Expression: Channel your inner artist—paint, write, or create without any specific goal in mind, and let creativity to flow freely, unburdened by the constraints of productivity.

Connect with loved ones: Spend quality time with friends and family, share laughter, and create lasting memories. Strengthening bonds can be a beautiful way to celebrate the day of nothingness.

As the renowned poet Daag Dehlavi once mused, 

“हजारों काम मोहब्बत में हैं मजे के दाग

जो लोग कुछ नहीं करते कमाल करते हैं.” 

Translated, it means, “Thousands of tasks lie in the realm of love… those who do nothing, achieve wonders.” This sentiment echoes the wisdom of poets and philosophers who recognize the value of embracing a day dedicated to the art of non-productivity.

Mirza Ghalib, the celebrated Urdu poet, once remarked, ‘इश्क ने ‘गालिब’ निकम्मा कर दिया, वर्ना हम भी आदमी थे काम के,’ which translates to, “Love made Ghalib worthless, otherwise, I too was a man of substance.” These words highlight the unconventional wisdom that lies in doing nothing. Ghalib implies that love, or in this case, the National Day of Nothing, can render life’s mundane tasks inconsequential, allowing us to appreciate the beauty of simply being.

To celebrate the National Day of Nothing, in letter and spirit, let’s embrace the words of Daag Dehlavi and Mirza Ghalib. In the pursuit of doing nothing, we might just find the extraordinary in the ordinary. So, take a break from the hustle, let go of the need to accomplish, and revel in the joy of non-productivity. After all, in the art of doing nothing, there lies the potential for something truly remarkable. Schedule a day to do nothing and see its positive impact on your life. You will be surprised at the results.

Joygerms: The carriers of happiness around us

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In a world clouded with chaos, confusion, challenges, stress, and uncertainties, an infectious force is hard at work, quite unnoticed. Their task is spreading joy around like a glitter bomb that won’t go away quickly. The cheery bunch seems filled with joie de vivre in abundance, the sure-shot fallback option to beat out the blues for the dispirited fellas like me. These joy carriers are the silver lining—a powerful phenomenon that can spread like wildfire, infecting one’s heart and mind with a delightful contagion.
In the huge cosmic space, these Joygerms are microscopic entities—tiny, powerful, and yet capable of transforming the emotional landscape of anyone they touch. These Joygerms encapsulate the essence of joy as an infectious agent.


Laughter is the ultimate carrier of joy and the background music of a Joygerm’s life. Joygerms often have an infectious laugh that can brighten dull moments and create a joyful melody that captivates everyone around them. Their ability to find humour in everyday situations becomes a source of delight for those within their sphere of influence. It’s always good to be that tiny dot connecting others in the laughter circle. Laughter alone has a positive impact on one’s environment. It is an intentional, feel-good step towards radiating positivity. It starts with sharing encouraging words, offering support, and creating an environment where optimism becomes contagious.
Joygerms thrive on resilience and optimism. They see challenges as opportunities and setbacks as stepping stones, spreading a resilient outlook and encouraging gloomy ones to keep their chin up and face adversity with a positive mindset. With time, I have learnt it too. Joygerms emit a distinct aura, and aura of hope. Their presence alone can uplift spirits, creating an environment where positivity becomes the default setting. It’s not just what they say or do; it’s the vibe they carry with aplomb.
They radiate positivity effortlessly. Their presence can brighten the room, and they have a knack for turning gloomy atmospheres into lively ones.
Spontaneity is their forte. Joygerms are known for surprising others with unexpected acts of joy—a cheerful note, a small gift, or a spontaneous call to lighten the mood. These Joygerms have taught me to embrace challenges as opportunities for growth and cultivate resilience by adopting an optimistic perspective despite adversity.
Joygerms are synonymous with kindness. Whether a small gesture or a grand act, their thoughtfulness is kindness that creates a ripple effect. A kind deed triggers a chain reaction of positivity from them to me and from me to others. Isn’t that a good chain reaction? They have taught me to spread kindness far and wide. Acts of kindness, whether through words, gestures, or thoughtful deeds, no matter how small, can have a profound impact on the lives of others, and it is the least we can do for others.
The impact of Joygerms is limitless, and the more carriers we have (like my bunch), the brighter our collective world becomes because embracing the role of a Joygerm is not just about personal happiness; it’s about contributing to the well-being of those around you. So, are you ready to be a carrier of joy? And pass it on! Just keep it going. 

(I am happy to be infected by the countable few “Joygerms” in my life, and I take this opportunity to express my profound gratitude towards them. They enrich my life with their mere presence. Once infected, I am bound to become a happiness carrier and infect many more, actively spreading it to those around me. That’s how it works.)

Goodbye, Ma’am!

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Ma’am, you were my anam cara, soul friend, teacher, and eternal guide, and you will always be.
As our moral science teacher in class 8, you set the moral compass in each one of us, and that became our guiding light, from then to now. We were privileged to learn briefly under your tutelage in Class 9. But then you left for Delhi, and my batch felt like a headless chicken or rather a cat on a hot tin roof, scattered, lost and grappling with the vast English syllabus, prose, poetry and drama, and that too Julius Caesar, and change of two teachers in the entire term. That was a tad disappointing for me and the rest of my batchmates. All of us had heard about how you had helped the batch of 1993, then in Class 11, stage the play at Pell Mell and on a quote historical day… 6th December 1992, and oh boy, it was a roaring success from the word go.
My wish to be your student remained largely unfulfilled back then in school. But the Universe was watching and found a way to fulfil this earnest desire most beautifully. I chanced upon an online news feature on you, which surprisingly had a backlink to your website with your email address and mobile number.
I quickly emailed a request, and in a day, with Naaz’s help, you called me. I was over the moon.
I went to meet in late 2015 and was stunningly delighted at this chance encounter with my favourite teacher. I kept meeting you on and off.


From 2016 onwards, I became more regular here. I found your energy and enthusiasm remarkable and secretly hoped a bit of it could rub off on me, too. I saw you attending the school, looking after its day-to-day affairs, monitoring and managing it so well, quite singlehandedly. Year after year, I saw you successfully organise Mehendi Camps here in C Pocket Park, eye care camps, health care camps, and blood donation camps in Madanpur Khadar Village, and events for every occasion in the school without fail.
You knew that empowering children through education wasn’t enough. You introduced Dance, Yoga, Sports sessions, and vocational training for underprivileged children, a thoughtful way of well-rounded growth and development. While preparing the Souvenir in 2016 for the 21st Annual Day celebration, I learned about your long and arduous journey, and I will doff my hat in honour of your tenacious spirit.
You taught me more than you could have as my English teacher in school. I have done it all these years, which I attribute to you. You were a pretty hard taskmaster, I must say. I connected my Carmel school seniors and teachers, designed and edited the newsletters, booklets and Souvenirs, did fundraising by way of selling ad spaces in the annual Souvenir, and also found buyers for your hand-knit woollen sweaters, caps, mufflers, socks, stoles, papad, achaar, badi, diwali candles and diyas, embroidered towels, cushion covers, and table cloths, and cloth shopping bags; organising stalls at different events across the city to sell of these kinds of stuff too. You trusted me to organise a picnic for school children around Delhi’s historical hotspots in 2017, screening films for them, and organising workshops for teachers. Well, you taught me more than anyone else could in all these years.


I joined you as a Volunteer, and even though I was formally inducted into the core team of the NGO and took up the position of Secretary, I always felt like your foot soldier.
We Carmelites met on your birthday, teacher’s day and Guldasta’s annual day, and you were the most gracious host ever.
The last assignment you entrusted me with was spreading the word about your autobiography, Much Ado About Nothing. I did.
But yes, I couldn’t carry forward the mantle of leading the NGO or taking charge of the school, Guldasta. I knew I didn’t have the chops for the same or could, in my wildest dreams, match your passion for the cause, dedication to the task and commitment to lead it. I was struggling with my health and withdrew because I thought that was the best way to avoid disappointing you. I failed. And I am sorry.
An African proverb says when an old man dies, a library burns to the ground. And when an old woman dies, I say, a school burns to the ground. This is how I feel writing about everything you meant to me. It is a strange coincidence that you chose to pack off in December, the most important month in your school’s calendar, when you would be right here in the Community Hall for Guldasta’s Annual Day. It is here where we have assembled today to celebrate you but without you.
I will miss your childlike innocence, strength, wit and humour, and life lessons. I will crack up thinking how you had asked me to arrange for a death certificate in advance. Well, that remains unbeatable to date.
Everything about you, my chocolatey lady, as I fondly called you for your love of chocolates and cakes, will be missed by all of us here… Your birthday, which falls on World Chocolate Day, will be another reason to binge on chocolates from 2024 onwards.
Goodbye till we meet again!

The Goodness of the Good Morning Syndrome

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It’s more than just a greeting; it’s a reassuring reminder of our enduring connections with friends, relatives, and loved ones. It’s a beautiful manifestation of thoughtfulness and a daily reminder of the special people who enrich our lives in beautiful ways.

For nearly a decade, my day started with a subtle ping, courtesy of a WhatsApp message from my friend M. Like a morning rooster, M would gently nudge me awake with his daily dose of positivity. Yes, I’m a victim of the “Good Morning Syndrome,” and I absolutely adore it!

M’s unwavering dedication to this ritual touched my heart. Rain or shine, holiday or workday, that “Good Morning” message was my daily anchor. It was a heartfelt reminder of our love and connection, and it’s as indispensable as my morning tea and M’s coffee.

Over the years, M’s messages have served as life vests in a world that spins faster than a Beyoncé dance routine, keeping me afloat. They’re a testament to the enduring relationships we two treasure. The regularity created a sense of reassurance. Knowing someone is around, popping off the Whatsapp screen first thing in the morning, is a comforting thought to start the day. A small gesture like this has tremendous bearing; it can uplift spirits, fostering a sense of happiness and well-being.

But what’s the secret sauce that makes this daily “ping” so powerful? It’s not just a greeting; it’s an expression of love, like a warm hug from afar. It shouts, “Hey, I’m thinking of you even before my caffeine fix!” It’s the perfect Dopamine-Oxytoxin-Serotonin-Endorphin overdose in one text to help sail through the mundane day.

These morning messages that trickle on one’s phone aren’t one-size-fits-all. Each is a unique art piece, showcasing the sender’s personality. Some go the image route, some the poetic, but they all add warmth and authenticity to our otherwise screen-dominated lives.

I must confess that in a world where emojis often replace emotions and screens substitute for face-to-face chats, “Good Morning” messages are and will be my lifelines. They remind me that real people exist behind the screens and that our relationships remain steadfast and valued.

In our whirlwind lives, where schedules are tighter than a corset, a simple “Good Morning” packs a punch too. It’s the espresso shot of encouragement we need to kickstart the day. Consistency is the key. It is this daily spadework that builds bonds that withstand time.

Is it love, you ask? Absolutely! Just as pure as the Radha and Krishna in those accompanying images, M’s messages connected us in a way only genuine care can. It’s a daily affirmation that someone wishes you a splendid day ahead, no matter the distance. It’s a digital bridge for long-distance connections, reaffirming that love can’t be measured in miles but in the width of the curve that it eventually brings on the face.

These messages are also golden nuggets of thoughtfulness in a world cluttered with distractions. They uplift spirits, injecting a dose of happiness into our morning routine. They say, “You’re not forgotten in this sea of chaos.” I must confess that the days when M’s message doesn’t pop up (which has been the case lately), it feels like a night of not knowing anything, long, dark, cold and unending. Also, old habits die hard. Knowing one hasn’t been forgotten is a beautiful feeling in a world full of mundane distractions.

The habit of remembering and forgetting can significantly impact one’s being; after all, we are social beings. We thrive on love. A friend asked why I wait for a message and why I don’t send one if the person doesn’t. I did try for a few days but failed. I realised that I am a truant and can’t stick to a routine and do it relentlessly and religiously, unlike others like M. My bad. But I count on each Good Morning message as an opportunity, and I heartily reciprocate the gesture and express my deepest gratitude for having such caring individuals in my life. They make my life beautiful.

The “Good Morning Syndrome” is a beautiful reminder of the special people who enrich our lives and make each day a little brighter. So, let’s raise a virtual toast to this good-for-all Syndrome. It’s a reminder that in our jumbled lives, people genuinely care. It’s a small but powerful way to nurture relationships, spread positivity, and start each day with warmth.

Unearthing Tenderness

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“Beneath our anxious quickenings, beneath our fanged fears, beneath the rusted armors of conviction, tenderness is what we long for — tenderness to salve our bruising contact with reality, to warm us awake from the frozen stupor of near-living.”

In the hustle and bustle of our modern lives, we often find ourselves tangled in the web of anxiety and fear. Beneath the surface of our hurried existence lies a longing, a yearning for something deeper, something more profound – tenderness. It is the balm that soothes our bruised souls and the beacon that awakens us from the numbness of mere existence. In this chaotic world, tenderness offers a gentle respite, a reminder of our shared humanity.

Peeling off the Armor

Life is not without its share of challenges and adversities. To protect ourselves from the harsh realities, we sometimes don rusted armours of conviction – beliefs and ideologies that shield us from vulnerability. We wear them like a second skin, afraid to let go for fear of being wounded. Yet, beneath these hardened layers, we yearn for tenderness – the soft touch of understanding and a fellow human’s compassion.

Anxious Quickenings and Fanged Fears

Anxiety often creeps into our minds like an unwelcome guest, gnawing at our peace. We fret about the uncertainties of the future, the judgments of others, and the precariousness of our own existence. Our fears take on fangs, gnashing at our confidence, leaving us wounded and hesitant to embrace tenderness. But if we dare to peer beyond these fears, we’ll find that tenderness can be an antidote to our anxious quickenings, a healing force that binds the broken pieces of our hearts.

The Frozen Stupor of Near-Living

In the relentless pursuit of success and material gains, we may live a life devoid of true meaning. We go through the motions, numbed by the icy grip of routine. Our emotions become frozen, and we lose touch with the essence of our being. In this frozen stupor of near-living, tenderness calls out to us, imploring us to thaw our hearts and embrace the richness of our emotions.

The Healing Power of Tenderness

Tenderness is not weakness; it is strength in vulnerability. It takes courage to let down our guard and connect with others on a deeper, more empathetic level. A tender gesture, a kind word, or a gentle touch can work wonders, healing wounds that may have long been buried beneath the surface. Tenderness nurtures the roots of human connection and fosters a sense of belonging.

Kindling Tenderness Within

We must first kindle it within ourselves to cultivate tenderness in the world. Self-compassion is the seed from which tender empathy grows. By acknowledging our own struggles and treating ourselves with gentleness, we become better equipped to extend the same compassion to others. Tenderness radiates outward like ripples in a pond, touching the lives of those we encounter.

Embracing the Gift of Tenderness

Let us not forget the gift of tenderness in the cacophony of life. It resides beneath the layers of anxiety, fear, and cynicism, waiting to be unearthed. It is a beacon of hope in a world that sometimes seems cold and unfeeling. Let us extend tenderness to ourselves and others, for in doing so, we embrace the very essence of our shared humanity.

So, let us strive to peel off the rusted armours of conviction, confront our anxious quickenings and fanged fears, and thaw the frozen stupor of near-living. In doing so, we allow tenderness to salve our bruising contact with reality and awaken us to the beauty of living fully and compassionately. Let tenderness be our guiding light on this journey of life.

Unravelling Childhood Trauma in an Adult

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Childhood is meant to be a time of innocence and joy, but unfortunately, it becomes a period marked by trauma and pain for many individuals. Childhood trauma can impact a person’s emotional and psychological well-being, shaping their relationships and self-perception. In this blog post, we will delve into the concept of childhood trauma, its potential causes, and ways to identify someone who may have experienced it.

What is Childhood Trauma? Childhood trauma refers to a distressing event or series of events that occur during childhood and profoundly impact a person’s development. These experiences can vary widely and may include physical, emotional, or sexual abuse, neglect, losing a loved one, witnessing domestic violence, or exposure to substance abuse.

The Impact of Childhood Trauma: Childhood trauma can have far-reaching consequences that extend well into adulthood. When a child’s safety and emotional well-being are compromised during their formative years, it can disrupt their ability to form healthy attachments, manage emotions, and build trust in others. As a result, they may develop maladaptive coping mechanisms and struggle with intimacy, vulnerability, and self-worth.

Begging for Love: One of the tell-tale signs of childhood trauma is seeking love and validation from individuals who are emotionally unavailable or incapable of reciprocating genuine affection. Survivors of trauma may unconsciously gravitate towards relationships that mirror their early experiences, hoping to rewrite their past by gaining the love and acceptance they were denied as children.

Genesis of Childhood Trauma: The roots of childhood trauma are often found in dysfunctional family dynamics, adverse childhood experiences (ACEs), and exposure to ongoing stress or adversity. As identified by the CDC-Kaiser Permanente Adverse Childhood Experiences Study, ACEs include physical, emotional, or sexual abuse, neglect, parental substance abuse, mental illness, divorce, or domestic violence.

Spotting Someone with Childhood Trauma: Identifying someone who has experienced childhood trauma can be challenging, as survivors often conceal their pain behind a façade of strength. However, certain signs and behaviours may indicate the presence of unresolved trauma, including:

  1. Avoidance of emotional intimacy or difficulty in forming close relationships.
  2. Hyper-vigilance and a constant sense of danger, even in safe environments.
  3. Low self-esteem and a belief that they are unworthy of love and care.
  4. Frequent outbursts of anger or extreme emotional reactions to minor triggers.
  5. Engaging in self-destructive behaviours, such as substance abuse or self-harm.
  6. Re-experiencing traumatic memories through flashbacks or nightmares.
  7. Difficulty regulating emotions and coping with stress.

Healing and Recovery: Recognizing and acknowledging childhood trauma is the first step towards healing and recovery. Professional help through therapy, counselling, or support groups can provide a safe space for survivors to process their emotions, learn coping strategies, and rebuild their self-esteem.

Childhood trauma casts a long shadow over an individual’s life, shaping their perceptions, behaviours, and relationships. By understanding the genesis of childhood trauma and recognizing the signs, we can offer support and compassion to those who have experienced such hardships. Healing from childhood trauma is a journey that requires patience and understanding. Still, with the right resources and support, survivors can find their path to recovery and ultimately lead fulfilling lives.