Madhur's Blog

For as long as I remember, my birthday has caused me severe anxiety. At the core of this anxiety is a disdain for sudden attention from several people who I barely know (or who barely know me) and the lack of attention from people I’ve loved and lost with whom I treasured spending my birthday. With this in mind, I was stoked to be in a new country (Thailand) all by myself and although during the initial two days I had made several new friends at my hostel and spent a lot of time exploring the city with them, I had decided that on my last day (which happened to be my 29th birthday) I was going to explore what was left on my list on my own.

After visiting the Wat Pho temple and the Grand Palace on the morning of my birthday, I was left with just enough time to visit one more place before I left for the airport and it obviously had to be The Jim Thompson House. I say obviously, because back home, well before I arrived in Thailand, while reading about things to do in Bangkok, I was most intrigued by The Jim Thompson House. Luckily, I made it there by 1pm and was assigned a spot in the 1:10pm guided tour (I've read of others having to wait longer.) While I waited for the guided tour to begin, I was strolling around the property and had already started feeling a wave of emotion stirring up inside me caused by the beauty of this place and an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Moments into the guided tour, the sense of familiarity started to get overwhelming and I was almost drowning in it. As our guide began to narrate his story, it felt like I knew it already (although it was the first time I was hearing it.) I felt this strong sense of having been in this property before. All of this only intensified as we left the courtyard of the house and entered the actual property (where photography is prohibited.) As our guide showed the first of many artifacts collected by Jim Thompson, my sense of familiarity crossed its tipping point. I noticed a palpable sign of this – tears running silently across my face. In that moment, I didn’t try and stop it, I didn’t think about or analyze it. I didn’t worry about what the guide or the other members of the tour might be thinking. I simply accepted it. I accepted it so seamlessly, because in that moment, I felt an absolute sense of harmony with myself and everything around me. I felt no need to try and understand what I was feeling but an urgent sense of wanting to completely immerse myself into it. To embrace it, to let it take over me, and that is exactly what happened.

After I returned home, I’ve had time to reflect on what happened and look at it from a cognitive perspective. This has led to clarity that what I experienced was no coincidence and had been a long time in the making. You see, like most people in their late 20s, the past few months (or years) of my life have been about self-discovery and growth. I have made tremendous progress when it comes to uncovering the sort of life I want to live. Progress toward knowing what makes me happy and what gives me a sense of purpose. I can only describe this phase as peeling away layers and layers of false identity so as to eventually reach my most authentic self. Each time I peeled a layer, I discovered something new about myself. Whether it was the fact that I want to spend my life in deep communion with nature. Or that I want to live it slowly – so as to notice the beauty in every tiny moment. A life that isn't spent chasing an infinite list of things but collecting and nurturing only what I truly need, value, and love.

In retrospect, I know that all that peeling away was leading to a specific moment. Years of peeling away seamlessly coincided with me visiting The Jim Thompson House in a cosmically special way. Had I visited  a year ago, I wouldn't have felt what I did. Heck, had I visited a couple of months ago, I wouldn't have felt it. It necessitated every last layer to have been peeled. Such that, the house and his story would serve as nothing but a mirror. A visual manifestation of the life I knew I had been peeling away at but one I hadn't ever seen put together so vividly. I couldn't (and wisely chose not to) understand what I was feeling then. But now, it is clear as day. As I stood there, peeled away to my core, I was ready. Ready to receive revelations of the life I had been dreaming of – put together for me to see.

#travel.

As the smoke settles, I breath slowly, taking in the fresh breath of air that now engulfs me within it. It is hard to imagine that only a couple of days back I was drowning in an overwhelming pool of anxiety caused by too much noise around me and not being able to narrow down on where it was coming from and how to stop it. 

What can one do in such a situation? How does one deal with something they can't control that is taking over them? How does one deal with something that is not just external to them but is also very difficult to place a finger on? Sure, you could try and make sense of it, you could introspect, you could try and analyze the situation so that you are able to identify the source of it all. But sometimes it doesn't work. 

There is only one thing we can do in such a situation – we can practice resilience and humility. Like grass fighting the wind, we must humbly acknowledge and accept the fact that what we are facing is unknown, unseen, and bigger than us. At the same time, we must be rooted enough to resiliently hold our ground no matter how strong the wind gets, till the very end.

In life, we will encounter situations greater than us, situations we cannot control, situations we can barely make sense of. We cannot change such situations but we can change how we react (or not) to them and how they impact us. In such cases, reacting is futile because it has literally no impact on the situation. It doesn't make it better but it most certainly can add to the anxiety. Instead, we can focus our energy on harnessing and consequently sustaining our inner-peace and not letting the situation impact our groundedness - to be like grass fighting the wind.

#mindfulness #thoughtleadership

We tend to look at life as an anticipation of better things or a look back at the past and at what went wrong. This at some level creates discontent in our heart and mind about the present moment, making it seem like it isn't enough. We feed the idea that life would be better only if we made more money, or if we had more meaningful relationships, or if we had more time. Alternatively, we look back and think – because this happened to me, I will never be good enough. But the reality could not be further and all it takes to bring about a change in how we look at things is a moment to pause. 

A pause can come in many shapes and forms, but my personal favorite way to pause and practice being present in the moment, is to take a minute out from whatever I am doing and stop to notice the sky above me. Whenever I do this, I find myself instantly calmed by the beauty & magnitude of the world around me and humbled by my own smallness. My problems seem insignificant (thereby unshackling me from negativity from either my past or anticipated troubles) and the world seems infinitely beautiful with endless possibilities.

Looking up at the sky, has become for me, the single most effective action to practice being present in the moment. At the end of this activity, which hardly takes a minute, I find myself immensely inspired, calmer, less anxious, and most importantly, I find myself unburdened from the past or the future, for a brief minute or so, everything around me, is enough. 

What are your thoughts? How do you practice being present in the moment? 

#thoughtleadership #mindfulness

Back in July, just a couple of months into rebranding my blog, I stopped blogging. It seemed like a sudden and spontaneous decision to many, but in reality it was a deliberately thought over hiatus with the aim of finding harmony within some of the contradictions that had emerged between the style section of my blog and the other sections like “mindful living” and “lifestyle + culture.“ Whereas the latter sections were consistent with my values and beliefs, the posts in the style section, weren't, on multiple counts. 

I've tried to adopt the “less is more” philosophy with my belongings, with the people around me, and with the things I involve myself in. While I have even been advocating the “less is more” ideal on other sections of my blog, everything about the style section was about more. More posts, more outfits, more brands, more everything. 

Where minimalism attempts to help people distinguish between needs and wants, the fashion/style industry thrives on blurring the line between want and need. Somehow the industry has us believing that we need new clothes every season (it doesn’t help that there are now 52 micro seasons.) Minimalism isn't just about having less though, it is also about using what you do have to the fullest, with the goal of deriving the maximum value out of each one of your belongings, and not discarding them until you absolutely have to, which makes the whole ecosystem of producing these more sustainable. Again, the fashion industry is built on the opposite model, where what you buy is only good until the next fashion show. If all of this wasn't bad enough, the clothes you keep cycling through are made in some of the most unfavorable working conditions, so that you get the product at a price point you can't refuse. 

I’ve spent the past few weeks introspecting and soul searching, hoping to find a way out of these contradictions. The more time I spent the clearer it became that I’d have to make a conscious shift towards sustainable and ethical style. It’s not going to be easy, but I want all my outfit posts to eventually be sustainable and ethically manufactured. Since access to ethically manufactured clothes in India is really limited, I will be taking a phased approach to this shift. I would have loved for it to be a radical shift where everything I’m wearing in my posts is ethically manufactured and sustainable, but this would result in another contradiction (buying a bunch of new ethically manufactured clothes wouldn’t be so sustainable now would it?)

Needless to say, since the “Garb” section within style is focused on other people, the focus of those posts will be on the distinctiveness and individuality of their outfit (but sustainable and ethically manufactured outfits get brownie points!)

#sustainablefashion #minimalism