Side effects of Mindfulness

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A few years ago, I came across the term ‘Mindfulness’ while I was browsing through the internet.

I was surprised because it was a practice I was following for many years without knowing that they had a term for it. To me, it was called ‘living in the moment’. A practice that I tried to follow over and over again even though there were many failures at it.
I was intrigued yet filled with gratitude to be stumbling upon a word that I truly believed in. Even though I was practicing to live in the moment all the time, I was only trying my own experiments with it without a guide but now that I had a guide and many articles and books I could read on Mindfulness, I knew I was getting closer to Nirvana!
The definition of Mindfulness as found in many books, articles and even wikipedia is- The psychological process of bringing one’s attention to experiences occurring in the present moment, which one develop through the practice of meditation and through other trainings. It is based on Buddhist, Zen, Vipassana and Tibetan meditation techniques.
My practice was similar, I did try my best to live in the moment and enjoy the present, keeping the past behind and embracing the future however it comes. But then, I felt I should try and let mindfulness meditation guide me.
I remember planning it out and deciding to try Yoga at the same time and everyday after my Yoga session, I followed it with mindfulness meditation.
It felt great! Even though each day was a different experience all together. Some days I managed to sit for merely 10 minutes and some for about an hour or more. I had realised that I can concentrate best on my breathing around my nostrils, so that was how I sat everyday, just breathing!
The first few months was just about concentrating on my breath and letting every thoughts pass by without judging them. It definitely sounds easy but it wasn’t a smooth ride at all. I did manage to succeed most of the time but sometimes it just went out of my hands.
A few months into mindfulness meditation, when I realised that I had kind of succeeded in concentrating on my breath for most part of my meditation sessions, I decided to practice the same in my day to day life, throughout the day.
While walking, I tried to feel the ground, enjoy the  fresh air I was breathing, recognising my surroundings and being grateful for experiencing its beauty. While I spoke to someone, I concentrated on their words without judging them and just seeing their inner beauty as a human. While taking a shower I would feel the water drops dripping from my skin and feeling its touch. While eating, I would taste the food and concentrate on my taste buds and relish the food.
I felt myself changing in a good way, I had become a very compassionate person. I realised I stopped judging people and anything else. I found myself loving life, just as it was and not trying to change a thing.
But then just as things were going very well with me, I started feeling something that I had never experienced, it was my first Panic attack! I remember my heartbeat racing and my breath rate speeding, I felt heaviness on my chest and my ears were pounding by the sound of the palpitation of my heart, it was that moment that I felt that I having a heart attack!
I wondered why it even happened to me, specially because I was following a practice that is said keep you calm and stress free. It is also claimed by many as a treatment to anxiety or depression. Well, it was ironic and something I never expected.
I stopped practicing for a few days, because I felt that I would have never had that episode of having a panic attack if I didn’t concentrate on my breath in the first place. And then the second episode happened again a few months later, of course, because mindfulness had become a habit to me even though I felt that It was doing harm to my body.
I became more anxious because, I didn’t want to end up taking medications for anxiety. So, I told myself that if mindfulness made me go through something like this, it has to get me out of it as well because, well, that’s what they claim!
So, I pulled out my yoga mat after a few months of keeping it in one corner of my room and started my practice all over again, surprisingly it felt like I was trying it for the first time. My body had become quite stiff just in a few months. I felt that it was probably did some good before, at least I was more flexible! Anyway, I followed my mindfulness meditation after a brief yoga session. (Oh! The reason why I always try to do a little yoga before meditating is because I’ve always felt that I can concentrate better).
In just a few days through my practice, life had changed all over again. I felt that I could control a full blown panic attack by just sitting still and making it pass by. And honestly, that moment to me felt like I achieved Nirvana! I did have a few more panic attack like situations but now that I knew how to smile back at it without it affecting me at all, it never came back again!
I sat down one day to analyse what really happened to me in the past few months, and that day I realised that I went through everything that I did because I was learning about my body, its reaction to things around me and situations in my life. Life is obviously not a smooth ride, there are things to be stressed about and it is totally normal to be stressed or sad or happy or excited.

Your heart beat will never beat at a constant rate, and that’s totally physiological. Your breath will vary throughout the day according to the physical activity you are at or just your thoughts.
All my life, I had never studied myself so when I started to do that, for the first time I was experiencing every situation and my body’s reaction to it, some of these emotions were perceived to be normal and some to be dangerous. I didn’t realise that some of these physiological changes were normal even though theoretically as a doctor I knew what it meant, and so I reacted to it and my brain’s feedback mechanism followed suit turning it into a panic like situation.
As I’m writing this article, it’s been almost 7 years into my practice of Mindfulness. And I feel great!  I feel like I’m a more caring and compassionate human being than I was before because I can relate to other living creatures better and understand their emotions. I’m more aware that change is the only constant and I enjoy experiencing that every moment. I hardly feel angry or get stressed about anything. My married life is going great because it’s easier to understand my partner’s emotion and love. I’ve found my passion in art and I, along with my co-founder built an art company called R&V Art house to help promote those artist who share the same passion as me. I find pleasure in helping others as I love to see the happiness in their eyes and feel their emotions. I don’t feel the need to search for happiness everywhere because whatever I have is enough for me. I enjoy every little breath I take moment by moment and I’m more alive than ever before!

PUERTO RICO IN 3 MINUTES!

This Caribbean island with its landscape of mountains, waterfalls and the sea by its side is such a colourful place and it has so much to offer!

The old city of San Juan is truly vibrant and alive , surrounded by colourful Spanish colonial buildings. A walk through the city is the best way to enjoy the city as much a possibility. Every little lane has so much to offer, you probably can’t miss any!

A day trip to El Yunque rainforest is just not enough because the greenery will capture your soul and call you back for more.

Right next to the forest is the city of Fahardo, a water sports hub. The bioluminescent lagoon is a must see for adventure lovers. It’s a long kayaking experience through the mangrove forest in the night but the experience is totally worth it.

A day trip to Isla De Culebra is a must for people who love a good beach, water sports and marine life.

Drive to Cayey and Ponce if you find any time left on your trip specially if its a weekend. You will get to dance and salsa with the locals and get to taste some amazing street food!

 

She’d Wonder – by Lysandra Oinam

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At night, looking at her own reflection,
She wondered why she was able to see.
She thought, ‘Why am I not up to thee,
Thee, the lord of tremendous beauty?’

She said to herself, why am I not her, but, me?
For the neighbours called her a terrible fish,
Ugly and stinking always, floating and reaching up to the brim of the sea,
For she didn’t have the power to be swimming freely in the saline liquid.

Was it irony she felt when the girl did what she did?
The girl in the mirror, the one whom she would stare at.
Was it agony she felt when the shards, the tears pierced
and engraved markings on her pale cheeks?

She looked and looked,
But one day she found the fault.
What if she broke it?
What if the mirror broke into pieces?

The next day she woke, confident than ever.
She was the fish, the queen.
Aquatic twirled when she ordered.
The shards were left forgotten.

Now I’ll tell you the story of a girl,
Who’d look at the stars everyday,
The moon every night.
Who noticed the scars.

Gazing at them she wonders,
‘I look up at thee, it calms down every grain of my soul,
Your scars are quirky.
I’m an unfinished canvas, and I’m happy with it,
For I am not like any other kind you know.’

Every morning she wonders,
Not a bit reckons about what she used to wonder.
The glass shards gave nothing but scars,
Making her not like any other kind you know.

Me amas? Do you love me? I mean, Tume mote Bhola pao ki?

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She lived in a small village called Basmapur in Orissa, India. Her world was the tiny village. To her it was big, she had only a bicycle to take her everywhere so any place she needed to go to, she had to cycle for a very long distance.

Her favourite place was the beach, no not the main beach in Basmapur where all the tourists normally went. She found her part of the beach, it was hers, at least until the tourists reached there too. She would go there every evening and take a walk. Sit by the beach, walk into the water till it touches her ankles. She loved the feeling of wet sand and how her feet sank into it every time the waves crossed her.

If she had a choice, she would have been on the beach the whole day but she didn’t have the luxury of…

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Psyche of dreams- own your dream!

imageDreams are hidden unconscious wishes which make their way out into the consciousness. Some dreams are kept inside ourselves so deep and concealed that we hardly let anyone know about it.

Our ego acts like a counter cathectical force which tries to tell ourselves that it’s unreal. Some of us dream so big that some times we think telling someone about it when you don’t have a material object leading to your dream around you will be socially unacceptable and hence our superego further represses it and it in turn leads to a defensive mechanism created against this moral anxiety and finally we end up telling ourselves further that we need to live in reality and stop dreaming about what we desire in life and finally we create the so called “reality” just because you thought living in your dream will lead to a gross distortion in your personality.

A Dream isn’t what you think, a dream isn’t unreal. Dream is what you truly want. For all those who have forgotten that a dream is an imagination of the place you really crave to be. I’m here to remind you!

I dare to you spend 15 minutes today, just dreaming. I dare you to see only your future. Forget the present for a while and your passed for ever and imagine yourself in future.

I dare you to follow it, to walk alone and pave your own path. Do what you want, forget all your fears and stop making your dream go through the reality testing that you do all the time. Dreams aren’t real yet, it is obvious that it will fail in any reality test.

But your fear is an illusion. Your fear is not real. It is a product of your own mind and it can be changed. If you think of it, it does not really exist if you don’t acknowledge it. Fearing to fail, fearing to follow your dream, fearing to see things in the future and walking into it when there is no evidence of what you might have around you is created by your own mind. It is a purely product of your imagination.

Remove that fear and embrace your fate. Even if it leads to failure, so what? At least your dream hasn’t ended. Get up and try again, believe that what you dream is only yours. Believe that only you can make it come true.

There are people who have forgotten to dream, people who think dreaming is being unreal, who have given up hope, who have told themselves so many times that what they have is the best they could have. They have given up on their dreams. Well, wake up from that “not so perfect” world of yours and look into your perfect life, the world you have always dreamt of. Enter it again and again till you succeed. Breath it, sleep it, eat it, love it and care for it. It is still yours waiting for you.

Stop repressing it, trying to rationalise it, denying it. Stop projecting it into something else or trying to sublime it to something that you think will be more socially acceptable. You do not need to undo your big dream and make it a small one, instead make it bigger.

Work for that dream. Wake up every morning and imagine yourself there, crave for it that you can’t breath without it. Try and try till you get there, because everyone has their day. Some day it will be yours but if you don’t try your day will never come.

Shout it out loud that you own that dream, Tell a million people that you own your dream, Don’t fear it just because today you can’t show people what you own. I dare you to tell yourself that you will not quit till you own your dream!

Keep dreaming till you own it- it’s your and only yours!

Shoo to all the anxiety in this world!

image“Shoo!” I said to my own thoughts. My brain was having mental diarrhoea in the middle of the night when the whole world was asleep. I was lying with my eyes shut on my cozy bed and an overwhelmingly soft pillow under my head. I had been tossing and turning at least a hundred times from one side to the other, laying on my back and then my stomach.
“It must be the pillow”, I tried to convince myself.
I picked up a second pillow, which had been lying next to my leg for the past half hour, hugged it tight and took a deep breath. But I couldn’t stop my mind from racing. First, I had ideas about what I wanted to do in the future and then random thoughts about things I had done in my past. All this while I became more and more aware of my heart beating: faster and faster, and harder, pounding in my chest as if it was going to break out and run away, dragging me with it so I could still feel its rage.

“Am I having an anxiety attack?” I asked myself. I could hear my heart beating even faster and then it became difficult to breathe. I forced a few deep breaths but then I suddenly felt the need to sit up on my bed. I kept taking deeper breaths but I couldn’t breathe enough. I was suffocating.

I walked out of the room, walked through the hallway with my chest congested, trying to find an open space. And then I realised what was happening.

It was my first panic attack!

I stopped and thought to myself. What on earth are you doing? You are so strong. Why are you trying to run away from something that my own mind created?

I thought I needed to make my choice right there. Either I was to run away from the situation and be scared about another panic attack my entire life or walk back into the situation, fight my battle and finish that enemy right there. Once I win it, I knew I would never have to be scared ever again.

I pushed myself to walk back into my room and slowly lay down in my bed and shut my eyes. I was immediately back in a state of panic. As I tried to tell my mind to control it, my body became numb. I could feel a tingling sensation in my feet, my chest felt heavy, and the heaviness was getting out of control.

I finally managed one deep breath and decided to fight it.

“Alright then,” I said out loud. “This is going to be uncomfortable but remember it’s not dangerous.”

And then I told myself to follow the next few steps:

“First, stop trying to control your breath. It is your body’s natural process to take in air and breath out air.

Next, remember that it’s uncomfortable but it’s not dangerous so hang in there because it will only last until you want it to last.

Then, most importantly, do not even try to empty your mind of these thoughts, because an empty mind can cause more anxiety to those who are already having one. Instead welcome them, each one of them, embrace them and consciously thank it for coming. And then consciously speak up in your mind that, you choose peace than to panic. Say it aloud if you need to. ‘I choose being in peace than to be in panic.’
Say it a few times, until your mind is convinced that you really want to be peaceful.

Next, tell yourself that these are your own thoughts and your own creation and you will not allow them to control you; you are the one who controls your thoughts and that acknowledges that you, and only you, are the one who has the power to change your thoughts to something that you would like to think about.”

At this point, in the middle of the night, all I wanted was a peaceful sleep. And that’s what I told myself, and I made it very, very clear.

The next time I opened my eyes it was 9 am. I smirked at my panic attack and flipped up my middle finger to any anxiety that was planning to come my way ever again.