Author Archives: Sanah Rizvi

About Sanah Rizvi

Hi! I'm Sanah. I'm a budding Social Psychologist. Nothing excites or interests me more than motivation, success and personal growth. I'm a firm believer of the possibilities of the human mind and I want to do research that helps me understand a little more about the same. This is my personal website of what I believe makes a good life. it's purely philosophical. My other venture The Psych Way, is where I break down scientific research into viable real life applications so that we can apply those scientific finding to our life and have a little more control over our behavior and thinking.

Making Sense of Non-Sensical Things

Life is unpredictable. We plan for it. We hope for it, but at the end of the day, we cannot predict nor control it. And, as humans, logical, practical humans, this uncontrollable nature of life is absolutely the worst.

We hate things we do not know or cannot control. We love to enjoy a hot cup of tea when the rain is outside our windows. But getting caught in a downpour is enough to ruin our day. We need to feel in control. But as is life, just as we begin to make sense of it, it takes us by surprise and turns everything upside down.

Then what? Well, while this isn’t a tailor-made, airtight answer, it is a guide. To feel in control or make sense of the nonsensical things there are some things we can do –

1. Do What We Can (Duh!)

In every situation, there is something we can do immediately and somethings we have to wait for. Distinguish between the two and do the things you can do.  You cannot control the outcome, but you may be able to control the input.

2.Stay Away from the Blame Game

It’s easy to blame. Yourself, your past, your future, your dad, your mom, your husband or wife. While it might be someone’s fault, at the moment, blaming them won’t change anything. It’ll either break their spirit or make them hostile. Hold your tongue. Maybe a day will come when someone can mend or apologize for their faults. But in the midst of trouble, it’ll only add to it.

3. Take a Break

Seriously. Read a book. Watch YouTube. Order in. Take a break. Stressing your mind only adds to its troubles. A mind cannot function well under stress. It will instead, think of everything that can go wrong and try to come up with a backup plan for everything leaving it exhausted to plan for something actually goes wrong. It needs a break to be able to see genuine threats and come up with good, legit, plans.

4.  Talk to people

Talk to people you trust. Your family, friend, doctor, whoever is a well-wisher. Talk to them. Include them in the process. Listen to them. Take their advice. Know that you are not alone. Knowing that you have someone to look out for you will be hope in itself. That hope will fuel you.

5. Do One Act Of Kindness

Kindness is a strange power. It’s the kind of power that almost taunts you till you accept it and pass it forward. Do one act of kindness for a stranger. Have no motive, no guarantee of repayment. Do it, because kindness will make you feel good. Do it, because it may help someone who still doesn’t know how to make sense of everything yet.  Do it, because kindness is a strength.

6. Have Faith

Faith is tricky for me. So I’m not the best person to speak about it, but my parents have tremendous faith. And it has always tided them though. Faith has given them strength and resilience. So if you can, have faith that everything will turn out the way it ought to. If you don’t have faith, then know that life will take the turns it has to. With or without faith, you have to do everything you can in your power and leave the rest to life. It’s just easier if you have faith.

 

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The Beautiful Things In Life

There are many ways to look at life. A day, a moment, an event, even conversations can turn around how you feel about life. Life, unlike what we think, isn’t a retrospective reel. It’s the current moment. It’s the memories and it’s perspective.

My favorite thing I read was something to the effect of – was it a bad day or a bad moment that you thought about all day?  The first time I read it, I promptly forgot it. The second time though I heard it when my dad reminded me of it as I stormed into my parent’s room, complaining about a tough day.

Since then, I’ve kept a secret list (not so secret after this post) of all the seemingly tiny things that make my life beautiful. I highly recommend that you do the same.

  1. Puppies
  2. The books my parents get for me
  3. Finding a chocolate I didn’t expect to find
  4. Finding my lost pair of earrings
  5. Television
  6. Facebook Video Call
  7. My Dreams and Aspirations
  8. My Secret Award Acceptance Speeches
  9. My Stuff toys
  10. Kind People
  11. Smart People
  12. Delhi Streets lined with trees
  13. Ice cream runs at night
  14. Gol Gappas with my dad
  15. A friend who encourages me to run
  16. A friend who makes time for me even though she’s at the other end of the globe
  17. Another friend who is busy being a vet and still worrying about me
  18. My job
  19. My blog
  20. People who read my blog and comment on it
  21. EARRINGS
  22. Pretty Bookmarks
  23. Happy people
  24. Origami
  25. Dancing
  26. Shah Rukh Khan
  27. Cupcakes
  28. Homemade food
  29. Family Dinners
  30. Poetry
  31. Photographs
  32. Phone calls to my grandparents
  33. Comfortable clothes

That’s all for now. But there are so many things I don’t know what to keep and what to remove.

Try it. But you have to keep it secret for at least a month before you reveal it to anyone! And if you do try it, let me know in the comments below. I’m positive it’ll make you as happy as Leonardo *finally* winning his Oscar.

Another thing that made me happy –

Dreams

P.s All my poetry is on Instagram if you want to read it here.

Running Like An Elephant

There isn’t a single thing in this world that you are the first to do or the last to do.  Writing, running, singing, whatever. But for you, there will be a lot of firsts and lasts. Running is a first for me. I ran as a child (didn’t we all?) and then I stopped. Recently, I started again. Armed with neon green Nike shoes which I borrowed from my best friend and eventually made my own, and a very flimsy spirit to run, I began running. I didn’t do it alone. Good god no. A friend of mine,  a very kind friend of mine told me, “run when you’re ready and you want to.” A spectacular runner and a thorough gentle soul, she is on fire at 5:30 am in her running gear. Her Instagram is enough motivation to get even the laziest walker (a.k.a me) up and running at 6:00am.  So, when it felt right, I went for it.

This August, my birthday month, I took up running. I rang in my 23rd year with a long, panting run with my friend, who I’ll call M. While M was busy enjoying the birds chirping and the dogs running, I was panting for breath and life, wondering why anyone in their sane mind would run.

Now, to be perfectly honest (if there were ever such a thing) I started running to prove a point to myself. I had quit on so many things in my teens (exercise being one of them) that now I wanted to stop quitting. I was back at writing. At poetry. At dancing. So far so good. But running was getting hard. Add in pollen allergies and early onset of Asthma, and I had enough problems to start and run an Ekta Kapoor serial for seven years.

Still, I couldn’t quit. Not for my sanity. So I went. I panted, howled, joked, and low key thought I’d die. But here’s the thing – no one died while running. Not that I know of anyway. So I jogged. I walked. I panted.

One day, a week after my miraculous 10k, I ran for 0.5miles alone. While the 10k had been a fait accompli and an unknown 10k that my phenomenal running group (introduced to me by M, of course)  encouraged me through, this 0.5miles was conscious and for the first time, I felt a surge of happiness from within. Where the time went, when I started enjoying it, I don’t know. But that happiness came so quickly and lasted so long that suddenly running wasn’t so bad.

I haven’t been able to run since because Delhi pollution and pollen struck, so this story has a short, short ending as of now. But the good thing is, after one month of disliking, panting, and even cursing running, it’s begun to feel like writing or poetry. It feels like I belong in that deafening rush of my heart and feet, where every second my body is torn between loving it and grudging it. Where at some point, my feet begin to understand the ground as if I was dancing, and take on the joy that dancing brings to me.

I will obviously not stop running. That much I’ve understood. But learning to run with the group has been so far the biggest highlight of my birthday month.

I’ll update you as and when I run something blog worthy, but till then, be content knowing that when I run, I look like an underweight agitated elephant throwing a tantrum. A little like this:

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Reviewing Into The Water

Into the Water by Paula Hawkins

A single mother turns up dead at the bottom of the river that runs through town. Earlier in the summer, a vulnerable teenage girl met the same fate. They are not the first women lost to these dark waters, but their deaths disturb the river and its history, dredging up secrets long submerged.

Left behind is a lonely fifteen-year-old girl. Parentless and friendless, she now finds herself in the care of her mother’s sister, a fearful stranger who has been dragged back to the place she deliberately ran from—a place to which she vowed she’d never return. – Goodreads

BOOK REVIEW

A debut bestseller is like the first born male child in an Indian family – nothing and no one can beat it. This expectation of brilliance following a stunning debut often plagues many writers. Paula Hawkins isn’t exactly an exception, but she didn’t totally succumb either. She can keep you hooked that’s for sure, but can she excite?

With Into The Water, Paula Hawkins has tried to show the darkest sides of human misery. She has tried to show us characters who are dynamic and complicated but has instead just shown us extremely selfish and confused characters. None of the characters have any kind of personal development nor do they exhibit any humanity. The characters focus solely on themselves and have a tendency to behave like five-year-old kids, stomping in the cookie aisle. They want what they want when they want it.

The story itself is simple – a woman drowns in a stream. The investigation into whether it’s suicide or murder forms the rest of the story. Unlike Girl on The Train, one glimpse on the last page tells you exactly who did what. While the ending should have been surprising, the fact that there was minimal character development, made the ending almost anti-climactic.

Had we known how the characters thought, what their inner most fears and desires were, we would have an absolutely shocking ending. But, that didn’t happen. Mid way in the book, the readers are pushed in the direction of certain characters and so that makes it obvious that whoever we are being pushed towards, isn’t the real deal.

There’s almost a generation gap that one can see in the writing itself. The way teenagers are portrayed seems stereotypical and unimaginative. The portrayal of mothers and father is also very typical.

The writing as a whole is decent. If you’re looking for something as fun and imaginative as Girl On The Train, don’t pick up this book. This book seems like a step back, rather than a step forward. If you’re looking for an easy, decently written read, then definitely pick up this book from a local bookstore. Seriously, get out of your house and see which bookstores are nearby.

Stars – 2.3/5

 

Books To Ease an Anxious Soul

I’m prone to anxiety. I overthink, I react too quickly, I get upset. And then, I can get really upset and anxious.

I can’t control it because my thoughts get overwhelming. It’s a like a reactor that only goes in one direction. Once I start, I spiral. And when I do, a panic attack can last anywhere between 30 minutes to 7 hours.

It’s like I described in one of my spoken word poems. Here is just a quick description of what it feels like to me.

“ When your entire being opens into the darkness and loops about unending

when every flicker of light is seen with malice and hatred,

when every piece of your worth is measured against the white wall,

when your intelligence and happiness give up on you

That is the beginning of an anxiety attack.

When your worlds collapse onto each other, repeatedly

When you are burning yourself to find your light,

When your mirror stops seeing you for a long, long time

When every reason is made an excuse

That is the duration of your anxiety attack.”

 

To sum it up as light-heartedly as I can – it’s not fun. It’s obvious then that I need ways to cope with it. One way for me is by reading.

I read as much as I can. It’s still not enough, but it’s a start.

And it was while I was reading to heal myself, I realized maybe someone else can benefit from my reading list. I’ve limited it to 5 books so that it doesn’t get overwhelming.

Here goes –

  1. Presence – Amy Cuddy
  2. The Big Red Book of Rumi – Coleman Barks
  3. Flow – Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi
  4. The Secret – Rhonda Byrne
  5. The Power of Now – Eckhart Tolle

I’ve included the Goodreads excerpts of the books below, in case you want to know a little about them.

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On Tattoos and Hijabs

Whenever I imagine calling all my close friends for a party and putting all my friends under the same roof, in the same room, my mind goes into overdrive. Plagued with an overactive imagination, my life plays out like an elaborate broadway show or a high budget Karan Johar movie, and this one scenario seems like the plausible climax beyond which I’m not really sure how the movie will go.

Some friends would be indifferent, some shy. Some overbearing, some withdrawn. Some would be the life of the party and some would prefer to go home to a book or a drink. Together all my friends would make for a very interesting, albeit emotionally charged party.

I’m not one to hang out in big, gregarious crowds. I prefer small, intimate groups. I’m picky about my friends and pickier still about my close friends. From becoming dancers to scientists, to supporting Trump, my friends have been there, done that. I don’t know how I know so many different kinds of people,  but I know why – because, without them, I would be stuck in my tiny version of reality.

Our reality is limited. We extend our reality only to what we think we know and can understand. It’s a catch 22 really. What we don’t understand we don’t know and what we don’t know, we don’t understand. So where do we begin to break out of our tiny realities?

I hear a lot of discussions regarding “learning moments” and every time I hear the phrase I cringe. The notion that we have to seek out learning moments is as absurd as that of women being a weaker sex.

Learning moments isn’t a physics classroom wherein you only learn physics. Learning moments happen when you open your eyes and mind to two notions –

  1. I don’t know everything
  2. I can always learn something new

Both of these realities have been shunned in our MBA driven society where one has to know everything. While many people may know a lot of things, many of them don’t comprehend or analyze or understand these things.

To truly learn, one simply needs to make more friends, to make different friends, to make yourself uncomfortable and vulnerable, to be wrong, to be correct, to feel safe, and to feel challenged. A learning moment can come from a YouTube video or an Albert Camus book. A learning moment can come in the kitchen or at an IPL game.

Often, a learning moment comes when you least expect it, from someone you least expect. Make friends who are different from you, physically and emotionally. Meet more than one person of a ‘type’ and you’ll see that there is no such thing as a ‘type’. Tattoos, hijabs, miniskirts. They don’t make the difference, you make the difference in your head. Meet at least three people of a ‘type’. Then four, then five. You may like only one, but you may not like the first one.

Don’t let an earring or a tattoo or a hijab stop you. Move beyond them.

On Second Chances

When you meet an old friend, you know what to expect. It’s comfortable, it’s known. When you meet someone new, you know what to expect. It’ll be strange and can go any way. But when you meet an acquaintance, you don’t know what to expect. You don’t know what memories they have of you or what conversations make them tick. Today was a beautiful reminder that even though life moves along, we have to move with it. If we get caught in and obsessed with our past, we lose ourselves. We lose our today and we lose our tomorrow. But if we move with it, if we push ourselves, if we keep at it, we evolve. We get closer to being who we want to be.

I met an old acquaintance of mine today. Last I’d seen him almost 8 years ago.  We are facebook friends but we had rarely spoken. When I saw he was in the same city as me, I did what I usually would – reach out and meet up.

I reached out, we chatted for a bit and then met up. Simple. He was polite, funny, chivalrous, intelligent, and unapologetic about who he was.

The day started off slowly. I had realized long ago that, one, we can’t live our lives by other’s expectations of us and two, to be disliked is better than to despise. So between the usual mindless chatter of the weather and the city, we took a while to warm up, reconnect (or try to, at least), and then pick up where we left off. From food to dessert to coffee, we etched our way through the market lining it with our stories and silences.

Throughout the conversation, how he seemed to see himself and how I saw him painted very different pictures. From the stories he told and the memories we brought up, I realized who I was before isn’t who I am today. Between the difference in how we saw ourselves and how we saw each other,  I smiled at how ridiculous we humans can be.  We can walk on the moon, video chat across the world, give meaning where none exists, and yet sometimes be so silly! I realized that within a few hours of conversing with someone I sort of knew, by moving out of my comfort zone, and meeting someone for the first time after high school, I had taken another chance on me.

We talk about taking chances on others. We talk about forgiving or reconnecting with others, but we rarely do it to ourselves. We get caught up in the daily routines we set for ourselves and don’t stop to see how far we’ve come.

High school was vicious and to me frankly, it was really scary. It was mean, it was uncertain, and it was something I never want to go back to. Today, however, by going there, and not completely freaking out ( I did get embarrassed a little bit), and being comfortable in who I am today made me really happy.  It gave me a true sense of accomplishment more than even my TEDx Talk.  ISN’T THAT AMAZING?!

I think it is and I would have never known if I hadn’t visited my past with someone I hardly knew. I don’t know what, and if, it had any impact on my friend (or acquaintance (?)) but for me, I’m good.

In fact, I’m very good.

You find yourself when you stop running from a past – any past. Good or bad. So, go out of your comfort zone, revisit your high school fiascos, meet up with people you thought you disliked (unless they harmed you in any way), and take a chance on yourself. Be okay being disliked and stick to who you are. Who knows, maybe you’ll see that you’re already the person you once dreamed and hoped you’d be.

 

 

The Best Way to Escape

I was recently introduced to Quora by a close friend of mine who one day in the middle of a conversation, stared at me for good ten seconds and then said, “I don’t know why I didn’t think of this, but you HAVE TO TRY QUORA YOU’RE GOING TO LOVE IT!” And this guy is usually quite calm and composed, so this obviously caught me off guard. But he was so excited and animated, I knew I had to at least sign up for Quora.

And I did. And I loved it! So much so that I wrote 43 answers in two weeks and counting. It was when I was browsing through my Quora today that I realized at least 26% of my answers, involve words related to Reading.

The situation (questions) vary greatly, but the outcome of any answer that has reading involved is almost always one that brings a sense of peace, belonging, and calm.

Reading, and I don’t want to sound like your parents, is one of the best gifts you can gift yourself. The habit of losing yourself in a new story, in a different world, is one that cannot be replicated in any other action. Reading provides the soul with imagination and an instant escape, both of which are necessary for a happy, healthy life.

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Now, there is no one who exists who doesn’t like to read. Seriously. I know it’s a MASSIVE generalization, but it’s true. If you don’t like reading, then you simply haven’t found your kind of books. No matter what kind of books you enjoy, don’t be ashamed.

People tend to give too much importance to “serious” works. You ignore it. I can read anything from a Murakami to Gladwell to even Mills and Boon all of which I enjoy with as much fervor and excitement (okay maybe, Mills and Boon provide a little extra excitement than the rest)  but the bottom line is that you ought to read whatever makes your heart tick. I can pick up a Camus with as much excitement as I pick up a Pinker. And yet, sometimes I get stared at for crying in romantic novels. Whatever the case, if people judge or they don’t, pick up a new book and read it. Don’t like it? Pick up a different book.

Books introduce you to new minds, similar minds, and scary minds. They, in short, introduce you to the world one tiny page at a time. They make you realize that there’s a huge world out there just waiting to be discovered. They remind you of how small your problems can be and how common they are.

So do yourself a favor and pick up a book. Any book, and read.

 

 

 

A Reminder for the Days After Women’s Day

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This is What Home Means

Home has always been a constant for me, but which house I lived in, has never been a constant. Coming from an Army background I have traveled all my life. Between cities, between countries. Most places I’ve lived and some I’ve just visited. My recent trip to Doha to meet my cousin sister and her family. When I was there, it felt like I was home and that’s the reason I was prompted to write about what it means to be home.

At some point, we all leave home for a long period of time. Be it for college or a job or anything really. And when we do, we begin to miss home. We begin to miss the routines that we are brought up in. We know what mum will say when you tell her something, how papa will react or how your sibling will pounce on you if you even dared to touch their Maggi.

But what does it mean to be home? I understood this time in Doha. To be home is to be familiar. To be home is to be in a place where you’re welcome the way you are. Where you hear the words your loved ones use, the language, the culture.

While many believe that any place can be made a home, a lot of us who have traveled and lived all over the world, know how difficult it actually is. The theory is simple but realizing it is so difficult.

Home comes from a feeling of being comfortable. Where you don’t have to explain yourself constantly, where you’re always welcome.

Sometimes brick rooms feel like home, sometimes human souls, sometimes our furry friends. Home is a concept. It’s where your heart is the happiest, safest.

Home is where you can shed your fears and conquer your dreams.

That’s it. It’s quite simple really. Home feels right.

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Image by Cameron Kirby