Story No # :18 – Thriving to help Other’s life matter : Anamika Chakravarty

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Anamika Chakravarty faced the challenge thrown at her with a single-minded zeal to Thrive! She reinvented herself from a corporate avatar to take on the mantle of a life coach and healer, taking lessons from her own life to enable and empower others through a venture called Joy Hamesha; as a Cancer Coach and a Holistic Wellbeing Artist!

I learnt Bagavad Gita chanting from Anamika and have experienced firsthand her dedication, commitment, and devotion to making a difference in other’s life.

Her life story has been written entirely by her and I have only played the role of an editor. I have also included a link to the podcast which shares a crucial part of her Cancer journey; as listening to her tell the story connects with us deeply and in many different ways.

Please do get in touch with her at annchaks@gmail.com

Her podcast on Spotify app is called:  Anamika’s Amazing Adventures.

Do listen.

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Anamika :

I was born on 3rd January 1966 in Kolkata, India, since my mom went to her mother’s place for delivery. We returned to Mumbai by flight. So that was my first airplane journey!

I am the first born of my parents in a home and community where there is no distinction between a boy and a girl. The world was my oyster. For me life had infinite possibilities. There were no restrictions. With the roots firmly given by my parents, I had developed the wings to fly through wonderful journeys and to marvelous destinations. I was a happy child! 3 years and 1 month after I was born, my parents were blessed with another child, my brother.

I studied in a convent school, Auxilium Convent, Wadala. My focus was mainly academics and I had to be at the top of the class. My friend Vandana and I took turns – one year she was first and the next year I was first! I remember all my teachers vividly and I even remember all my classrooms. Some of my school friends I am still in touch with. So many memories!

I did my junior college and graduation from SIES college which was a 5 min walk from my house. I could not stay back after class and loiter in the canteen. So, I would add an hour or so to my actual class end time! I have very vivid memories especially of the 11th standard; 11th E the most notorious class we were!

My dad was very keen I do engineering. But I did not pass JEE and so I did not get admission in VJTI, and going away from home was not an option. During those days, Bombay University was offering a 3 year graduate course in which I enrolled. My main subject was Computer Technology where we had to create circuit boards with tapes, transistors and resistors and one of my projects was creating a digital clock.

After this, I did my internship at Tata Unisys at Seepz. The project I did was on recognition of handwritten numerals. There too I forged friendships. Then I joined TCS, India’s premier software company. After one memorable year in TCS, I did my 2-year full time course from IIM Bangalore. Yeah, so what if I did not pass JEE. I passed CAT! In 1990 IIM B was in the middle of nowhere and most of the land was bare. Today, there are plants and trees and shrubs and bushes galore and not to forget buildings and marriage halls, and before you realise the campus arrives! I am still in touch with many of my classmates at IIMB.

After IIMB I rejoined TCS again in the Management Consulting Division. But after a few years, I transitioned back to Computer Consulting as a project manager and then as an Account Manager for one of the largest accounts. With this role I found myself back in Seepz. This tenure made me interested in software process definition & improvement and I traveled to various places on assignments. I specifically remember my time at Edinburgh.

I left TCS to join KPMG and became a certified CMM appraiser and then a certified CMMi appraiser. I went to the Software Engineering Institute which was in the campus of Carnegie Mellon University at Pittsburg. When I left KPMG to join Deloitte Consulting, my role was to help Deloitte centers worldwide adhere to the CMM model. Apart from the Mumbai centre I helped the Markham center in Canada and the Majadahonda center in Madrid to get the CMM certification. A very fulfilling and wonderful career I had made for myself!

Life is all about making choices:

In January 1999 when I left TCS, I decided to get married.  In 2004, while I was in Deloitte little Kimberly miraculously appeared! Miraculously, because I was traveling 28 days a month, my base was Mumbai, and my husband was transferred to Rajkot in the state of Gujarat!

In 2008 or so I went to US for a 2-month project and Kimberly was with my parents and her father. It was a very difficult 2 months for me as a mother. We used to Skype on many days. One day my mom said: “The days she speaks to you, she has a very disturbed sleep at night. If she does not see you, she is ok.” So, my husband would bring her in front of the screen, while she could not see me, I could see her. That experience sowed the seeds of not wanting to be in the corporate race anymore!

After quitting corporate life, I did various projects – content creating, editing, training, specifically outbound trainings which I think was the foundation for the retreats that I conduct today (more about that later!).

So that brings me to the turning point in my life and the event that made me reinvent myself.

I am the Chosen one!

Anamika :

“It all started with me losing weight. Way back in Nov 2015 we were celebrating my brother’s wedding, and everyone commented on how much weight I had lost. I took it as a compliment. Little did I know what was awaiting me.” 

(Anamika’s tryst with destiny begun from those significant comments and moment. She perceives herself as the “chosen one” and has captured this journey in her Spotify podcast Anamika’s Amazing Adventures.

In the episode called My Journey with Cancer – The Beginning; Anamika poignantly recalls and revisits all the emotions and events that led to her diagnosis and subsequent treatment.

I felt I can not do justice to her narrative by attempting to rewrite it here, so I request my readers to go to Spotify and listen to her story in her sweet voice.)

The cancer journey is difficult for the patient, but it is more difficult for the caregivers. Anxiety, Guilt, Sadness, Helplessness and so many more emotions are experienced by them.

My husband was my primary caregiver and luckily at that time, he was on a sabbatical and staying at home as he was studying for his PhD. That meant he was there by my side 24/7. He came for all my chemotherapy sessions and in fact he would keep track of my medicine dosage and accurately predict how long the chemo would take and for sure that would be true! He would ensure I was hydrated and keep all the liquids ready by my side. He served me selflessly.

I had another Cancer detected in my Uterus, the next year and I had to undergo Radical surgery. By which time he had joined work in Bangalore, so he came back to take care of me before and after.  I have this to say here, that for 7 lifetimes I have forgiven him (Saath Khoon Maaf!) for the service he has done for me.

I am again lucky that I did not move out from my parent’s place and my husband had moved in. So, as caregivers, for my parents too, it must have been very difficult to watch their first-born battle cancer. I did not realise until one day some friend commented that my father who is usually very garrulous had become very quiet. My mother cooked for me and the others, making two different meals when we did not have a cook, and she cared for me through all of it.

My husband did not want to tell my daughter Kimberly, who was 11 years at that time. Yet being a smart and a voracious reader, when she heard the word chemotherapy, she knew it was Cancer and wanted to know more. So I had to sit her down and explain the condition and treatment. She too managed her studies and her exams during this period and afterwards very well. She is a resilient child.

My aunt, who was with us when I was a young child, close and good friends were all there with me. Supporting me with food, dropping in to talk. I remember a special friend who made Beetroot barfi to help increase hemoglobin. A friend taking me to exams as I was doing a Vedanta course along with the treatment! So many friends who prayed for me, even though they did not know me!

In fact, it was an old school friend who followed up with a call asking me if I had seen a doctor for some uterine bleeding, I had mentioned to her. That follow up call led to investigations and then the discovery that I had uterine cancer.

This time I remember my father grasping my hand and saying that we will get through it, just like last time. When that was treated and cured, my doctor said, “How did you do it?” and I can only say “I did it”. Somehow miraculously this body of ours, this complex machine that serves us in every way possible has the capacity to heal.

I must mention my doctors, nurses and all those who supported me. I have immense gratitude for each one of them. I express my deepest and total gratitude to my family, friends and acquaintances, doctors and medical staff who have seen me through this journey.

(Here you can listen to Anamika share her gratitude to all her caregivers)

My Journey with Cancer – The Caregivers

The Healing Mantra:

Affirmation for surgery

Every hand that touches me is a healing hand and expresses only love. The operation goes quickly and easily and perfectly.

I am totally comfortable at all times.

I am healing rapidly, comfortably, and perfectly.

Every day I am feeling better and better.

I love you and I am helping you get well.

(Make a list of 6-8 affirmations and play it on a loop.)

Once again do listen to Anamika as she shares all the ways in which the disease manifests and the meaning that it holds in our body. She also shares affirmations on how one can heal after surgery and treatment.

My Journey with Cancer – The final frontier

Let your self-flow with the tide of life….

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           Story # 17: Wonder Woman: Vidya Rao

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 Vidya Rao wears many hats as a mentor, coach and disability rights activist. Currently employed in a leading multi national, she is a woman of indomitable courage and grit. Not only is she an empowered woman, but her very presence empowers those who interact with her.

Vidya’s story is written with images and metaphors that came up while discussing her life story.

 (Vidya can be contacted on vidyagoprao@gmail.com)

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Vidya 

On a beautiful summers day Vidya was born to a loving couple. How they adored her, their eldest! Soon two strapping sons followed and their life was complete. The couple did not know that their beloved daughter was gifted and that she was to use these gifts to make her world incredibly bright.

 

Childhood was filled with playfulness, laughter and happiness. Brothers who protected her and made her feel no different from any one else. She played with joy, boisterous games, jumping walls and running races. Running was a passion and she ran with abandonment.

 

Yet slowly a niggling feeling of fear and dismay entered her soul. Why were they bullying me? Why did I not do as well? Why was I struggling? Tears flowed down her face at these moments of despair. She scarcely knew why and what made her feel this way. “I am less than others” a voice yelled within her. “I cannot do as well” another screamed. Her own voice taunted her.

 

“Read the letters on the peppermint wrapper” urged her brother. “I can’t, I CANNOT see it” she said. “Does not everyone see the world as I do? Do you not see things in a blur, in shades of black and white, light and dark?” The questions she asked her brother awakened her. She was not the same as others.

 

“I thought everyone saw the same as me?!” but knowing that it was not so was a revelation and discovering that she was partially sighted.A fire started burning within her. The agnikund stoked by her desire to be something and to do more.

 

She now stepped into the forest which we call life, with trepidation, to fight the wolves, bears and the lions of the system to pass her examinations. Each time a wolf barred her way it was her family that stepped forward to support and to find ways to thwart it. Challenges were thrown at her and the family rallied around supporting her every ambition.

 

She had to write her board exams with no special concession for her partial sight.They got support from an Uncle who helped get waiver for a third language that was next to impossible for her to write. The fire was in danger of being stamped out by the system and left her frustrated and helpless. Friends and her brothers helped her through High School. Completing the final school leaving exam was a significant turning point.

 

Soon she enrolled in college, where nothing was static, the forest changed shape and it was too confusing. Too confusing to locate classrooms and navigate her way. Room No 104, was the first room she was asked to report to, but then unlike school, college had many classrooms to go to and this flux was daunting. A helpful little angel in the guise of a girl took her around, helping her find classrooms and made her realise that there were always a force to help, guide and came to her at times of need.

 

When parents suggested marriage at 20, it seemed the most ideal thing to do. It was arranged that she would meet the prospective groom and have some pictures taken. Things did not work out and the prospective family rejected her. Disheartened, Vidya questioned societal rituals and norms. The rejection was a turning point as the forest now seemed to open out and more possibilities appeared in the path. The rejection was a blessing in disguise that made Vidya look at empowering herself further. The fire agnikund was stoked by a desire to find newer meanings and challenges in life. Her journey of empowerment had begun.

 

Vidya did not want marriage to be the only goal in life and with her brothers as her guardians, protectors, and mentors; she stepped into her first job as a Project Coordinator at Mitra Jyothi. In a short span of time, she joined another organisation, EnAble India as computer trainer for visually impaired. She worked on shifting her own mindset and soon became adept at using the computer and as a trainer. This was a big break through for Vidya! Time and time again, she reached bigger heights in her life, professionally and personally.

 

The forest had opened up into a clearing and this space offered her a life partner and the job she had always wanted. Yet the way was not easy. She loved a man not approved by her family nor the man’s family was willing to accept her. Her guardian brothers decreed a time of separation and banished the boy to his hometown and forbid the two to meet. Yet true love finds a way and a modern day magical mirror found its way into her hands to help her keep in touch with Chinnu; they called themselves with their own pet names as Chinnu and Puttu.

 

A mobile phone was gifted to her by her brother and she felt like she had a talisman in her hands that would keep her connected and safe. The mobile phone triggered many firsts, as now within the safety of being connected to her family through a phone they allowed her to take her first solo train journey and with a feeling of thrill she embarked on that adventure. The phone also stoked the fire within her and she yearned to actually buy a phone for herself with her own earnings. Freedom, independence and ambition came together as she aimed to go after the man she wanted in her life too.

 

Finally the family agreed! Marriage allowed them to create a home for themselves. Vidya was determined to be independent and goaded her husband to break out of norms and empower himself as they were both going through a similar journey with visual challenges.

 

The struggle to make the beautiful clearing they now call home liveable and safe guard themselves from all kinds of elements that could thwart their peace was long and arduous.

 

Vidya worked hard at her job, gave every ounce and every bit of her soul to the organisation and job that she had enrolled herself into. Here too she met angels who goaded her to do more, to explore, to push limits, to do things that were out of the box, to see the world in a broader perspective. She learnt swimming and did trekking and even learnt to hula hoop!

 

The joyfulness journey of 13 long years drew her completely into a very gratifying world, but at a point  burnt her out and she suddenly realised the fire had smouldered and was in danger of dying. She needed a break and she quit her work to recoup. A difficult period followed as the fire was, as I said, in a danger of dying and she had to fortify her home, take rest, rethink and rebuild herself. Once again she looked at ways to make newer paths. The fire she stoked with new fuel.

 

Though home was safe haven with her partner and family and friends, who gave her the support she needed, the new path she chose was another step towards new adventures and new challenges. She stepped into the corporate world and donned a new avatar.

 

This has given her wings and new fuel in her belly waiting to take off at the right moment. Her dream is to reach new heights, explore, travel and seek new adventures that will help her conquer her fear and defeat nay-sayers. She believes one must walk the talk and hopes that many others can take inspiration from her never say die attitude and her resolve to excel.

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 A short story that she carries within her :

Once upon a time a learned man was approached by a mother who complained that her son ate too much sugar and had a craving for sweets and was ruining his health, that she needed the learned man to speak to him. The learned man sent the mother away and asked her to return with her son after a week. When she did, the learned man then explained the danger of consuming too much sugar to the son and also confessed he too had a similar craving and could not speak to the boy as long as he had not addressed the issue for himself…

An authentic life is a life well led, is how Vidya sees it…

…and the gift she has been given are her extraordinary abilities to eat desserts!!

 

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Story # 17: Wonder Woman: Vidya Rao