thecoolreena

The last date of coloring my hair was 6th May 2018. And when I was coloring my hair, it used to feel as if the roots show so fast but now when I plan to grow them, time seems to be crawling like a tortoise... I went to my hairdresser and shortened my hair. And you know what I was very happy with the streaks that I gave to my hair so that I move from black to brown. And as time passed by, gloominess and sadness engulfed me. I was feeling really sad and not clear about what was causing the sadness. Anyways, I thought it was time for some EFT for myself. And the coach Reena and the client Reena came face to face. Graying hair -the emotion beneath it needs to be delicately handled and also transmuted to self-love so that it motivates me to stay put in this journey... Coach:- What are you sad about? Client:- I am not sure how many grays I have!!! I am so scared about how will I look... What to answer if people ask me what is the reason to go through this entire torture? Coach:- Re

When I got married, my mom in law gifted me a lot of steel containers. I was really feeling weird about why steel? Anyways, things went on and then she would cook something nice and send it to us. Everything that was given to us was in a steel container. She had the biggest to the smallest boxes of steel. The biggest to the smallest steel pans with steel lids on it. I still remember I used to just use dishes or plates to cover my pans and my mom in law painstakingly got the e xact covers to each of the pans which didn't have a cover. And I was always left to wonder what is it with steel when everything is so easily available in plastic. Many times, I thought it was just about the generation gap and laughed away to it. I appreciated the efforts that she put in the kitchen and the containers. She never told me to stop storing food in plastic containers. She always modeled it for me. Whenever I would ask my father in law to get something from the market, he would very syste

We want results...and guarantees and warranties... The other day, I was talking to my friend and she told me about this lady who was buying a plant Lady:-Bhaiya phool aayega na? Bhaiya :-Ha madam!!! Lady:- Bhaiya, sacchi batao, phool aayega na...????? Bhaiya:- ha madam..... Rachel (thinking)- by now the flower is also stressed out and feels the pressure to perform... And today, I was buying watermelon Reena :- Bhaiya, meetha hoga na? Bhaiya:- Ha madam!! Reena:- Bhaiya pakka????...aapko kaise pata chalta hai ke meetha hai ke nahi? Bhaiya:- Mera experience hai... (My watermelon is stressed and feels the stress of performing) Reena’s wisdom speaks inside her head- Let the plant just be ... Let the watermelon just be... Let our kids just be... Let the life just be... Enjoy it the way it is ... Thand rakh yaar... Just be ... Just live... Just have fun...

So my son put his foot into the lift through the collapsible doors (while it was in motion)- just managed to jut his big toe nail out and get 3 stitches a few months ago. Now the nail is beginning to grow and is a little crooked. It was chipping so I told him that I will cut it. There was a big drama that had already happened in the hospital during stitches and also post that while we had to remove them. And then today Neel- Mummy, I am scared, it will pain... Me- it’s ok, don’t worry... trust me it will be fine ... Neel- but Mummmmmmmmmmmyyyyyyyy (and whining and oouching and ooeeeing and all of that...) Me- (getting restless) I am telling you that it is ok, just trust me ... Neel- Mummy , Mummy , Mummy and (the tone changes to crying now ) Mummy, mummmmmmmmmmmyyyyyyyyyyyy.....(nail cutter is just close to the nail- not even touched it) Me- Neel, Can’t you just trust me ? I love you so much, I will take care....don’t worry!!! Neel- Mummy, muuuuuuuuummmmmmmmyyy

Dearest daddy, Wishing you many happy returns of the day... Again another birthday when you are physically not present with us. Every year, I tell myself that you are happy wherever you are.  I also tell myself that you are watching us and blessing us and happy for us.  All of this seems good to listen to and that is all. Maybe I am trying to fool myself by saying all of this. All this logic is not accepted by my heart... It is shunned away... The truth is- there is an abyss.... the special place in my heart is empty... Daddy, you are missed when we are happy... Daddy, you are missed when we are sad... Daddy, you are missed when I achieve something... Daddy, you are missed when I make your name proud... Daddy, you are missed when I see a dad interacting with her daughter... Daddy, you are missed every single day... Daddy, you are missed every single moment when I feel grateful... Daddy, you are missed every single moment when I feel blessed... Daddy, you are missed by every cell in my

I wait for this signal to turn green on my scooter. It's nice and scorching. I am thinking whether it was a good idea to get my scooter and then I am interrupted by two men who navigate their way across us-the autos, cars, scooters, and bikes.They seem to be in a hurry to cross the road. And in that hurry, the shoulder of the man hits against my mirror. I was concerned about him and his shoulder and also for my mirror. Before I could allow my next thought to pop up, this man  turns behind and tries to stare at me through my sunglasses and the scarf that covered my face. He was soooooooooo angry. Anyways, he walked away and I started popping thoughts in my mind again about what exactly did that stare mean. He was the one who was in a hurry and before I could think he stared again in anger and frowned as much as he could. His stare conveyed to me that I was responsible for the pain that he was feeling on his shoulder. And then, I was waiting there getting into a justificatio

As, I see my son diving into the swimming pool, I hear a sound next to me. I was shaken up. It was the sound of the four year old child slapped on her face by her dad. This child was sitting in between her parents. I really wanted to ignore what I heard but by reflex my head turned towards the sound. My eyes meet the mothers eyes who I thought would feel apologetic about what just happened. But she smiled at me and I tried stopping myself from giving her the most cruellest o f my looks. (I told myself to stop being judgemental) While this little girl started crying, her mom started laughing and told her daughter- How was the beating? Was it tasty? Told you to listen to daddy else Daddy gets angry!!! Don’t you understand.... Start behaving like a girl and listen ( I was zapped ....) I wanted to get up and slap this six feet heavily built dad who thought it was wise to hit this little delicate doll but I stopped myself !!! Was the dad trying to teach that being a gir

You know what since childhood, I was taught praise in front of everyone and give feedback only in person secretly. And I follow on to this very strictly. There was another thing that was taught and that was to respect the elders and the relatives. But before that respect yourself first. Do not let anyone disrespect you. And again I follow that in my life. Sometimes, when elders give you feedback in front of people when you are not at fault, it hurts. But then what to do in such a situation? Some elders do it because when they talk, they are not mindful of the power of their words which are like sharp arrows and they pierce straight into the heart. And ouch...it hurts... In such a situation, do you stand up and protect your self-respect or allow them to disrespect you in front of many others. One such situation happened and I was in a conflict whether to stand up for myself or to respect the other person. If I stand up for myself, then I am disrespecting the other person.

I was at the Nehru planetarium with my son (trying to be a good mom in my own eyes). And then one mom with her two teenage daughters sits next to me. She is in her fifties, a little heavy for her height and seems like she has pain in both her knees. She is all sweaty and because the parapet on which we are sitting was too low, she could not balance and sat with a big thud. I saw her and smiled.(non-verbally we communicated that its ok and it is fine....) Then came her first  daughter who loved her to the core and started shouting. “Is this the way you sit? What if you had fallen down? Don’t you know how to take care and sit slowly?” And then before the mom could answer, the second daughter came in and scolded her even more loudly – Is this how you sit? She loves her mom immensely but does not know how to express the love and this time it is mixed with worry. Believe me, the combination of love and worry is too dangerous. She goes on and on and on. And their mom goes deeper and

I had my first grey hair when I was just 23. And then just as a reflex, I plucked it away. I obviously didn’t want the grays to come to me. Obviously not... And then I didn't see them for a while till the time when I became around 30 when the greys started coming over and decided to stay on my scalp. (ooooooh.....it is very early....not soooooooooooooooo soon..........................) I didn't want these visitors, come on yaar... no one likes change... or was it about the hi dden meaning beneath the greys???? What is it that was making me uncomfortable? And then, once while I was finishing my therapy session with a child, I overheard a parent talking to another... “You know what I am completely grey, I just color them...IIt'snot something to be proud of........” she told to the other parent. First message for me that greys are terrible!!! The media and the advertisements played a major role in those days and added to the belief that you cannot afford to show y

You know what, there are a few things in this world which are amazing and cannot be replaced by any other experience.  Experience of walking bare feet on the dried leaves and the grass covered with dew Experience of letting the raindrops kiss me while I am drenched and the wind hugging me... Experience of hugging my loved ones and immersing myself into the hug and forgetting the world... Experience of allowing the feet to dig deep into the sand while the waves pass away after  washing them... Experience of being thrown out by the waves on the beach and sometimes somersaulting under the waves... Experience of feeling the heaviness in the body while relaxing... Experience of sitting under a shady banana plant and holding its bark which feels so cold on a rough dry afternoon Experience of listening to the birds chirping away Experience of seeing the beautiful orange sunrise amongst the numerous cottony clouds Experience of seeing the full moon in the dark sky while clouds cover and uncov

Do you relate to these words?? My child hardly shares anything with me... He just answers whatever that is asked and then there is a long pause... We hardly share any experiences...as in we do not connect...our life is more about giving him what he wants during his day to day routine activities..seems transactional...dry without any emotions... He was not like this in the past... As time passed by, he is becoming more and more withdrawn and quiet... I am getting to know him through social media- his Facebook posts and sometimes by checking his snapchat and WhatsApp messages...or sometimes by reading his diaries or notes... It is very dangerous as I don't know anything about my child...sometimes I am shocked to read what he writes about himself or rather what he feels about himself We stay in the same house but like strangers... I want to help my child but somehow there are so many layers between us which have increased as time has passed by... Can you please help us?

We went to see the movie Jumanji 2. It was amazing and Neel really enjoyed it. And then on the way back home, I told him about Jumanji one with Robbin Williams (Oh!! I love him and adore his work so much). I was very keen that Neel should see this movie. And then it was playing on Star Movies -Neel slept off midway while I finished seeing it till the end. And then, I saw again with him. The scene that hit me was when Alan comes back and checks his dad’s factory – he is shocked to see everything change so much!!! While Neel enjoyed the movie, I was anchored rather transported to the time when I saw it with my dad. It was such a different experience seeing it with my dad and now with my son. The movie is the same, it's just the time that has changed. And then while my eyes stared at the screen in front of me, a different movie started in my brain. How every small passing day has brought about small little changes in the day to day routine and over a period of

I was entering the lift and met my neighbor in it... she asked me where I was going and I told her that, I had to buy the “Santa gift” for my son... She smiled and said that kids grow up and realize that “Santa does not exist”. We reached the ground floor and she was gone..... The words “Santa does not exist” kept coming back and I kept on feeling sad...a strong impulse in me kept on asserting “he does exist!!!!” He definitely comes every time I need something... It is no coincidence that my mom reaches back from Punjab today and gets my favorite “phulkari” for me. She is my Santa... In fact, we humans use a lot of logic and make ourselves believe that “synchronicity” or messages from the universe are “coincidences” I got the phulkari that I wanted, got the perfume that I wanted....today... And I don’t want to think that “Santa does not exist”... I don’t want to make myself believe that “it is just a coincidence”. I want to believe that the universe works in

Once upon a time, there was a small little girl who used to stay in a city in a small little house. It was a fast city but the life of this little girl was untouched by the fast pace. She used to wake up in her own sweet world taking ages to brush her teeth while adjusting her frilly green color frock which was her favorite. While she brushed her teeth, her focus was on the lace of her frock as she admired herself and her frock. She was very happy living her life. Then she would eat the most delicious food in the world cooked by her mom. She used to play and play with her younger sister-sometimes fighting with her and sometimes laughing with her. Sometimes she would help her mom and at most times she used to be lost in her own sweet world of imagination and creativity. She had the most amazing time with her parents sharing about every little thing that happened with her -some of which was real and some were made up. She had a lovely life where nature was her best

At the Kandivli Khushi center, my consultation room faces a mango tree that has lots of squirrels. I always see them running from one branch to another in between my consultations. I remember asking so many parents about which bird makes the continuous sound and does not even stop for breathing or refilling. I was really curious until one day I saw this little squirrel making the sound. I always thought it was a bird but it was a squirrel chirping. And every time that it would make the bark or the chirp, it would lift its tail up.So now, I knew what a squirrel sounds like !!! So yesterday, I was in between sessions, when one parent reached late for the schedule EFT session. She was late for more than 25 minutes and while I was waiting, I saw this squirrel constantly barking and lifting its tail. It did not even breathe. I was getting tired but somewhere deep down, it seemed like it was not for fun. It was scared or restless. It kept sitting on the branch and barking