Focus Wellness

  My passion for driving always stuck with me since I got behind the wheel. Being myopic from a young age, I always wanted a clear windscreen on my car. Driving safely and being responsible for my passengers and the others on the road demanded clear driving conditions. Wiper blades are the most sensitive part of a motor car. Being exposed to nature, they wear out fast. Heavy monsoons at my place add to the woes of wet driving conditions. I replace them quite often as I have to see the road ahead clear. Nowadays, quality has deteriorated due to the increasing costs. Anyway, I replaced it on schedule. In two weeks, streaks appeared when the blades started to wipe. It bothered me as it was sooner than expected. I worried about the streaks made by the sooner worn-out part of the wiper. The road ahead was again not clear. The two streaks ran parallel and were almost at my eye level, blurring my vision of the road. I pondered for a while. Wasn't I too focused on the two little streaks ma...

 After a recent flu, I found myself having a dislike for tea. I was surprised because tea had always been my favorite. Homeopathy selects medicines based on many individual traits, and I looked up in my repertory for a medicine that had an aversion to tea. I had it, and it relieved me of the flu very fast. But in the next few weeks, I saw another peculiar thing happening to me. I wasn’t enjoying the tea I made. I was weak after recovering from the flu. I wanted something to brighten me up. But tea from my regular tea shops was as tasty as before, maybe more. I was bemused.  Curiosity made me a bit restless. Darjeeling tea made with grass-fed cow milk boiled in water drawn from the well boiled with utmost care did not taste as sweet as the ones from the shops. I started my thought journey from the hills, where the tea was plucked, to the sink, where I washed my teacup. Voila, in a matter of seconds, I found it! The tea, sugar, milk, cups, teapot, and my poor old stove were not ...

Morning walks with kids are endearing and enriching with queries. Mine too isn't different. But definitely, a few doubts cross my mind; Am I justly answering? Is she perceiving my answers right? Wednesday morning was drenched with a sudden shower and our usual walk-mates were missing - blabbers, bees, and butterflies usually throng our lush green rustic home. Casually a bee buzzed into our talks. When explaining how important the wind and the bees are for the sustenance of life as they aid in pollination, my kid was surprised when I revealed that pollination was a purposeful accident: purposeful by nature, accidental by the bee. The bee focuses only on the nectar. But the fruits of that process, in turn, provide her and other living beings food for their survival. Unfaltering from her job she does a great service to the planet. Driving back home that evening the bee again buzzed my mind. Those in a career could take a cue from the bee. Doctors, for instance, could strive to fetch t...