Where are you now?

Have you found your Happy?

Have you found your Happy?

Bloody hell (as I say that I realise how English I really am) – (note to reader – read in English accent) its been a while since I topped up my blog. This is where it seems appropriate to explain myself but if anybody reading this understands the intimacy of sharing words and personal expression to the blog ether lets just say I have been ‘with’ my words rather than putting it out there in ‘Blogiverse’. I am more of a hearty writer than a structural writer, I write what I am speaking (although the speaking is silent and in my mind) *flashback to Carrie Bradshaw days* good god and yes – my weapon of choice is a mac.

So much has happened. First I broke my mission to write regularly. Second… I moved to Germany. Yes Germany. I can now speak conversational German. What have I learned? Be careful what you wish for – thats what! You just don’t know what is around the corner. Let me tell you something – Germany was probably the last country on the Earth I wanted to visit. I never had any interest in it whatsoever. Can you imagine that last place on Earth that you never want to visit becomes the place where you live. I wish now that back in school I actually listened to my German teacher Mrs Gunthersaville. I don’t think I ever did a piece of German homework, it is as if the Universe and Mrs Gunthersaville are having their karmic payback as I trawl through the german dictionary and juggle learning german, working and setting up a homelife here. Note to all: German grammar is bloody hard. What is accusative & what is dative? Such a fine line. The speaking is easy to pick up but like anything in life you have to have the will to learn. I am enjoying life in Germany. I love the Germans. The people are super friendly and so far I have no complaints. Life here is sweet. I am lucky though. I live in Konstanz, at the Lake of Konstanz and can you believe it – in an area called ‘Paradies’, totally on the border of Switzerland, so much so that my mobile phone roams to swiss a few paces out of my house. By the way Paradies actually translates to ‘Paradise’. Its pretty cool to say ‘I live in Paradise’ and you know what… I kinda do. Its not a step out to sun sea or sand or anything but it is Paradise in terms of where I am in life. I am surrounded by the most positive, energetic & reliable people, hardly any grumbles to put up with. I am happy. To think I went from Blighty (England) to Mumbai – known as the ‘City of Dreams’ to ‘Paradise’. Not bad for the movie of my life. Positive steps forward. At some point I will write a blog in German, sod the grammar – I won’t let it intimidate me. This week marks my one year here and it totally feels like home. On that note, let me leave you with the quote attached by Walt Whitman “Happiness, Not in Another Place, But This Place…Not for Another Hour, But for this Hour.”

Enjoy your hours enjoy your time now for who knows about tomorrow!

One Hela (va) woman

ImageI went to see a one woman play called HeLa last night in Mumbai. The play is inspired by a book called “The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks” by Rebecca Skloot and brings to light the story of a forgotten hero. An African American woman that once went to the John Hopkins Hospital in the 1950’s to be treated for cervical cancer soon became a pharmeceutical phenomenon. Cells were removed from Henrietta’s body without permission for research purposes while she was alive and after she died. The Hela cells were the first human cells to be kept alive outside of the body and were the road to some of the most remarkable medical discoveries to date. We now have the polio vaccine because of her cell pool. Many a men have received the nobel peace prize due to medical breakthroughs from HeLa.

ImageThis woman has in essence saved the lives of millions around the world and aided the career development of many doctors worldwide. The tragedy is the lack of acknowledgement from a multi – billion dollar industry for the family of Henrietta Lacks. They couldn’t even afford to see a doctor while their dead mothers cells were aiding medical breakthroughs around the world. Skoots book poses many questions and certainly one of ethics in the medical ring and of course race, gender and equality. Why did it take over 62 years for them to ask a simple question? Nobody ever asked for permission to use the cells, only now do they finally have 2 family members on a board regarding the further use of HeLa cells. The great thing about this play is that it is not science bashing, it just asks questions and brings to attention a very human story and a scientific victory. Adura Onashille performed brilliantly, a big salute to her for writing the story and passionately developing it with director Graham Eatough.

So in summary – Henrietta Lacks was one HeLa (va) woman. Go watch the play if you can and certainly read the book. In many ways, she is still alive today.

Mr Handsome

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It has been sometime since I shared a public post. I asked myself why and the reason was probably due to laziness more than anything profoundly acceptable. I have convinced myself that it was mainly because I didn’t feel I had anything complete or finished enough to share. I really am my own worst critic. This is the biggest faux pas for any blogger but certainly a common occurance with new writers. I have to keep reminding myself that in art – ‘there are no rules’ and writing is my art just as a painters is his or hers. I am carving stories with words I have to share and expressing moments for someplace in the world wide web and maybe in a little bit of your heart somewhere. Who knows where my words will reach but they will land up somewhere that’s for sure.

Although I don’t know why I stopped sharing my writing for about 2 months I do know what got me back on the radar again and yes it had something to do with a 6ft something corker of a man. He wants to read my writing. Yikes I squirmed as he heard that I had a blog. I realized that I hadn’t been active for a couple of months now, so here I am upping my game knowing that one day he will be reading it. So thank you Mr handsome for being the trigger of inspiration here I go again…

Be inspired,

Suki xxx

Bow to Your Sensei: Prophets of Conversation

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Everyday we meet or interact with people, places & things that tell a story. Whatever you go through in life becomes part of your story. The movie of your life. I have been writing, sometimes sharing and other times banking my thoughts to save them as a draft. I ask myself what stops me from sharing the words that I strung together. This self expression of thought from heart to mind ends at a two click junction… “Save as Draft” or “Publish”. I convince myself that it is ‘unfinished’ but in truth I know that fear of laying bare drives that ‘saving it for another day’ mantra. What I have come to realize is that the more truth I share the more I attract people that relate. I get told that sharing is gutsy and ballsy so hey ho to that. Welcome to the land of the brave & courageous *clicks red Dorothy slippers*. Now when I click through my drafts folders I plan my release dates. This stuff is actually quite good. It is my good and I think of my mentors, the ones that I call ‘Prophets of conversation’ and I refresh my actions and agree to just go for it. The other excuse I have for not publishing some of my work is that maybe just maybe I could reach perfection in my writing if I keep editing and re-editing. The fact is – I barely edit my work. I just write and post and have a bank of ‘save as drafts’. Stuff just sits there stagnant (what a waste).

When I write there is no one to face for an answer back or opinion. It’s out there. Bam. I’ve done it. Careless words can kill spirit and the chances of instant opinion might possibly kill my desire to share more. There are of course opportunities for comments and other bloggers to either build you up or tear you down. I have played it fairly safe and not written about certain topics that mean the world to me. I know that as my confidence in writing builds so will my ability to share controversial subject areas that I love to talk about. ImageI am surrounded by strong, opinionated, intelligent people and as much as I participate in our chats from time to time, I also observe how one jumps over the other to be heard. I see three types. The hurdler, the limbo champ & the master sensei of the bunch. The hurdler will leap and pounce to get a word in edgeways, skimming the top of every subject area and is often the most visual in expression. The limbo champ will listen, acknowledge and duck hurdles of conversation to slip in his or her opinion in a slow undercurrent. Then there is always the oak, the pillar, the constant, the one I call master. The one I aspire to eventually become. A sensei of discussion. Wisdom, time and the ability to listen gives them that power. A silent power that legacies are made from. Their ‘give’ to a discussion is so poignant and so mastery that these words and that style will probably be carried for generations from one to another. These guys are the prophets of conversation. To them there is no strategy. They are ‘being’ and in their being these words are careful and lasting. To reach this point in conversation, for me, would be incredible and mostly me peaking in my speaking! Writing is an evolving journey too. So time to roll up those sleeves and finish all that I started and spill those words onto paper and pass them on… it’s story time my friends. Choose your sensei and choose he or she wisely. The universe is fluid and remember – you become those that you spend most of your time with. We have no time for draft folders in this life time. Publish. Don’t be afraid. Go for it… the best that can happen is by far greater than the worst that can happen right? To that we say… *Yes Sensei!*

My MEOW Vs Your ROAR – Thank YOU JUPITER

Here I am tap tap tapping away on my Mac thinking about what to write about this week. I have so many thoughts, subjects, causes and passions I want to share that I am often surprised by the ones I pick. The words of a Pandit Ji that visited me some years ago when I moved to India echo in my mind “Suki – planning is the key to your success, you need to plan more” he said. Yikes I thought at the time – for my daily fare is usually planning extensively for people or brands. That is my job – to plan campaigns, partnerships, events, live drives, publicity campaigns and so on. The reason for my social ‘free’ and super chilled out persona when I am home bound is that I don’t want the pressure of ‘having’ to do because it is on the list, the timeline or the plan. That would be my plight to full blown anxiety – right? Particularly if you know how much of a perfectionist I am when it comes to work. The pressure. Yikes!

Well – things have changed & Pandit Ji was right. Planning directs my focus and I shouldn’t just save it for ‘work’. I realized that I have never really had a life plan other than being dedicated to traveling and striving to be the best person that I can be (and I have failed at that more than once i can assure you 🙂 I am not sure whether not having a plan is a good thing or a bad thing – it was just a ‘me’ thing. I had vague ideas of what I wanted to do before I die or when I got older but I never actually had that gritty focused plan. I asked myself why and the only answer I got was that I didn’t realize I got ‘older’ – let me explain -I was that typical – When I get older I’m going to do this… when I am older I am going to do that type. I kind of got older, my 20’s have passed and I only just realized it *blushes and laughs at self*

Life has been very kind to me (you realize that when she’s also been a bitch to you) and usually at that crisis moment when I feel I need to plan a way forward – bam – there comes an opportunity fired by Jupiter (I think)! The words of this Pandit Ji came back into play again – “Suki Jupiter is always giving you gifts, you are very lucky but you must nail the opportunities that come your way!” So that is my answer as to why I didn’t have a solid plan. Jupiter is the answer. If I keep getting life opportunities and gifts from Jupiter then I get swayed in to that vortex before I even put pen to paper with my plan. (OR – have I already manifested that and Jupiter listened…hmmm).

I have always been a determined cat. Actually – more like a tigress with a mission but no plan. A stirring restlessness knowing that I have to do more & give more and maybe even self express more – hence this blog! So with my new plan shaping form I feel a bit like Katy Perry and her larger than life ROAR. For anyone that is thinking about blogging. Stop thinking and start doing – it feels great. It doesn’t have to be perfect. I spent years planning and ‘thinking’ about what it would look like. Blah to that – It’s kinda cool that my blog isn’t perfect – for it’s like a new born finding it’s way in the land of blogs and that’s far more satisfying. It’s kinda cool when you think that about it like this: “My MEOW might well be a catalyst to somebody’s ROAR and vice versa!

Sing along to my song share of the day…
ROAR by KATY PERRY
I used to bite my tongue and hold my breath
Scared to rock the boat and make a mess
So I sat quietly, agreed politely
I guess that I forgot I had a choice
I let you push me past the breaking point
I stood for nothing, so I fell for everything

You held me down, but I got up (HEY!)
Already brushing off the dust
You hear my voice, you hear that sound
Like thunder gonna shake the ground
You held me down, but I got up (HEY!)
Get ready cause I’ve had enough
I see it all, I see it now

[Chorus]
I got the eye of the tiger, a fighter, dancing through the fire
Cause I am a champion and you’re gonna hear me roar
Louder, louder than a lion
Cause I am a champion and you’re gonna hear me roar
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
You’re gonna hear me roar

Now I’m floating like a butterfly
Stinging like a bee I earned my stripes
I went from zero, to my own hero

You held me down, but I got up (HEY!)
Already brushing off the dust
You hear my voice, you hear that sound
Like thunder gonna shake the ground
You held me down, but I got up (HEY!)
Get ready ’cause I’ve had enough
I see it all, I see it now

[Chorus]
I got the eye of the tiger, a fighter, dancing through the fire
‘Cause I am a champion and you’re gonna hear me roar
Louder, louder than a lion
‘Cause I am a champion and you’re gonna hear me roar
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
You’re gonna hear me roar
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
You’ll hear me roar
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
You’re gonna hear me roar…

Ro-oar, ro-oar, ro-oar, ro-oar, ro-oar

I got the eye of the tiger, a fighter, dancing through the fire
‘Cause I am a champion and you’re gonna hear me roar
Louder, louder than a lion
‘Cause I am a champion and you’re gonna hear me roar
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
You’re gonna hear me roar
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
You’ll hear me roar
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
You’re gonna hear me roar…

#SoulfulSundays – A Change is Gonna Come by Sam Cooke

Click & Play Sam Cooke “A Change is Gonna Come” here

It’s #SoulfulSunday & my gift to you today is one of my favourite songs by Sam Cooke, a music legend with a whole lotta soul & a song that exemplifies the Civil Rights movements in America. If you don’t know him by now then google his work and see how he influenced the music scene and the greats like Aretha Franklin, Stevie Wonder, Bobby Womack, Al Green and so on. Take action – download his music and then watch the story of his life and see where his music came from. ‘A Change is Gonna Come’ means so much & resonates even to this day. You can feel Sam’s soul reaching out as he sings. Every word has been penned with purpose because really and truly at a time when you are faced with the utmost adversity you have to believe that ‘A Change is Gonna Come’.
SAM COOKE

SAM COOKE UP
Sam Cooke was born in 1931 and died rather tragically in 1964, an American singer & songwriter. He is considered one of the ‘founders’ of soul music. Sam played an important part in the African – American civil rights movement.

We have a duty to spread great music further & wider into the world. I decided to share about Sam Cooke when I realized that there is a whole generation or maybe 2 or 3 that had never heard of Sam Cooke. If you call yourself a music lover – this is not allowed in my book. So share & play. I hope you love his work as much as I do!

Lyrics: A Change is Gonna Come

I was born by the river in a little tent
Oh and just like the river I’ve been running ever since
It’s been a long, a long time coming
But I know a change gonna come, oh yes it will

It’s been too hard living but I’m afraid to die
‘Cause I don’t know what’s up there beyond the sky
It’s been a long, a long time coming
But I know a change gonna come, oh yes it will

I go to the movie and I go downtown
Somebody keep telling me, “Don’t hang around”
It’s been a long, a long time coming
But I know a change gonna come, oh yes it will

Then I go to my brother
And I say, “Brother, help me please”
But he winds up knockin’ me
Back down on my knees

Oh there been times that I thought I couldn’t last for long
But now I think I’m able to carry on
It’s been a long, a long time coming
But I know a change gonna come, oh yes it will