Ten magnanimous years in a
profession which was the most revered one for me, the decision to hang my
uniform although conscious was not an easy one. Times which zealously
reverberated with indelible pride and honour came to an end a year ago. Exigencies of service
have always ruled the life of men in uniform. Mine, was no different. I
opted for release after ten years of service, to look after my two doting sons.
Getting off the boots, life was
an intangible mix of aspirations and apprehensions. The evolving roles had to
be realized and justified. Although I was not new to the demanding exacts of a
mother of two as I had been handling the same alone mostly but the startling
combination of the varied roles - mother, wife and an army wife took a toll on
me. I must admit that the start was
enormously disastrous coupled with a severe feeling of loss of identity. I
kept gathering the ends in the heterogeneous realms of a divergent world. The
harder I tried, the worse life became. And all the emotional turmoil led
to most unexpected – psychosomatic disorders in the body. Vitamin deficiencies,
thyroid imbalance, ovarian cyst, anxiety – you name it and I had it. It was on
one such awful day that while walking out of the bed and in order to reach a
glass of water I collapsed. An immense feeling of distress and disbelief gripped
me all over. I was numb and shocked to see myself in such a state.
Life is full of phases which
are pivotal in shaping our future. It is a make it or break it situation every
time. Not realizing this, many a times we get stuck in overcoming our own fears
and narrow concerns. That was the day, I not only arose to consciousness but
also to an awakening and promised myself to transcend all my inhibitions.
Burying the past behind I was ready to start it all new. Armed with a strong
will power to make life better I took the first step. I enrolled for a
correspondence course of my interest. It served two purposes. First, it took
care of my wandering mind and secondly I indulged in something which I always
wanted to do. I also engaged myself in pursuing my hobby areas. With every passing day my belief strengthened that stress, is beneficial when taken in small doses. It actually
pushes us to achieve our goals in a faster and better manner, but an overdose
paralyzes and makes you incapable of doing anything. New learnings widens
our horizons as it unblocks our negative connotations. The way my blocks
started clearing it appeared as a miracle to me. The issues in life became
challenges which I started fulfilling.
My biggest mantra in those
tough times was ‘Never say NO’ attitude. Never think that you are incapable of
doing a task. Probably you might not know how to do it but that can always be
learnt. I absolutely love the famous line ‘Dar ke aage hi jeet hai’. Fears have
to be faced in order to be defeated. And also our actions have to be backed by
the unfathomable power of thoughts which can easily be summed up in three
simple words. Thoughts become things!
“You can have, do, or be anything you want. You attract what goes in your
mind. Every thought of yours is a real thing – a force”
-
The Secret
With the mending times the
pace of life took its toll. An improved self gave way to bigger
responsibilities to be fulfilled. The daunting tasks which lay ahead of a
participatory homemaker, caring mother and vivacious army wife got easier as a
beaming self surfaced which withstood the test of times. However, the challenge
of getting into the shoes of an effulgent lady wife took some time due to the
preconceived notions and perceptions. But even this barrier was broken when I laid my guards down and opened to a new life. A life which brought the
good fortune of rediscovering self amidst latent talents exercised during
varied opportunities. This was the time when I realized that life is same in
army in both the roles whether you don the greens or hold the fort from the
other side. It is about management and army grills that well in us. Having
been privileged of being on both sides of the fence the grass just became
greener for me.
Calling it quits as a
serving officer was not a loss of identity. I understood that nobody took away
the individuality from me. Infact, it got better as it gave me opportunity to
justify my other multi-faceted roles with the existing identity of an ex-fauji.
I knew that Army is an attitude. It is a way of life which never changes.
