Corona has already taught me a lot. A frugal lifestyle and living with what is truly essential, finally being forced to put environmental priorities over my family’s by reducing my carbon footprint to – well, about zero. Forced to put my family’s priorities over my personal ones. Achieving new levels of personal hygiene. Getting into a more predictable daily exercise and meditation routine, a lifestyle that is generally better organized balancing house-work, spending quality time with my family, and working from home as an executive in a global organization. And emotional resilience to withstand all the negative news coming at me from all directions via TV, e-Newspapers and various WhatsApp groups, my wife constantly worrying about her mother living alone in a different city, the anxiety of my parents unable to visit hospital for their regular health check-ups, my teenage daughter and I struggling with our unreliable internet connection and bandwidth issues schooling and working from home respectively.
It hit me like a rock to be grounded after my maiden trip to New York city this year. After forty-five consecutive days of lock-down, my body is finally in the same time-zone for several weeks in a row – and so much better for it. Last year, I traveled twenty-six times on business, on average a week at a time, to ten countries across different continents. My body clock was always set to the last country I was in, as my sleep deprived eyes beamed with the triumph of deals won in foreign lands even as my masochistic lifestyle traded continued abuse of my body for yet another professionally successful quarter. To wake up every day from the comfort of my own bed and not having to orient myself to my hotel room. To not book plane tickets, hotels and taxi rides, to not iron and pack and unpack the suitcase every week, to not worry about international SIM cards and forex, or for that matter, a window seat or isle. To not feel that constant rush of adrenaline thinking about today’s client presentation as I pick the right tie to go with my pin-stripe charcoal black suit and the cuff-links.
My otherwise stiff “corporate” lower back – as stiff as the plastic of my frequent flyer Platinum cards from all those countless hours of flights and the airline lounge waits before getting on them – is now free of pain, after bending down gently for thirty minutes everyday mopping down half of my apartment, my fifty percent share I volunteered for, despite my wife’s serious doubts over my ability to do housework without domestic help and sticking with it for any longer than a week.
There is no proven vaccine in sight. The IMF warns this could be the worst recession in over three hundred years. Dark voices in Europe are predicting an end to the Euro zone as we know it. Migrant workers are dying of heatstroke on the streets of India or being mowed down on railway tracks, in the chaos that ensued from lost jobs during lock-downs and the grim reality of what is already the largest urban to rural migration in the history of India. More people can die of economic starvation as the global economy sputters, than of the disease.
Yet, the skies are clear. Animals are claiming their space on our planet. The air quality index has improved dramatically. With twenty one of the thirty most polluted cities in the world being in India, a staggering hundred and twenty-five thousand Indians die, every year, due to air pollution. Those deaths are predicted to be dramatically low this year. Most of the twenty thousand road deaths per month are being avoided. Everyone living in crowded metros have anywhere from two to four hours of saved daily commute added to their work-life balance. That is in addition to the reduced stress and fatigue of having to navigate a chaotic and unruly traffic in the middle of dusty intense Indian summer heat. I live in Pune, so can’t quite see the Himalayas (yet) and have to be content with WhatsApp news of how Saharanpur in Uttar Pradesh woke up to panoramic views of the majestic Himalayan range including snow-clad Gangotri some two hundred kilometers to the north.
However, at dawn, birds are chirpier as if to celebrate mother earth’s temporary victory over human insanity. The Sunrise from the terrace of my seventh-floor apartment is glorious than ever, every morning. The white clouds look like freshly combed and carded gently floating balls of cotton, as opposed to the ugly hazy grey things full of industrial suit. Even in high summer, the evening breeze is a couple of degrees cooler and fresher as the super moon rises in an imperial blue sky.
I have always longed for a sabbatical after having worked for a straight twenty-seven years. Longed to do simple things I have always wanted to do and finally getting some guilt free time to do them. Like neatly organizing and archiving thousands of my family and friends’ photos and videos scattered across various devices and clouds. Like creating the catalogue of my collection of a thousand books so carefully handpicked on my world travels and some even more cherished ones my friends and colleagues gifted me over the years. Like watching our favorite movies with my wife. Finally getting back to writing this next blog. Finally doing the only smart thing which is to switch off the smartphone and listen to my daughter and watch her fingers dance playing Chopin and Beethoven. Finally thinking about the kind of job I want, having grown roots and then having uprooted myself and my family through eleven international relocations, being honest with myself and deciding to leave that addictive, adrenaline pumping, exhilarating but nomadic life and actually having a job that grounds me in the city where I live with a local team to lead, mentor and guide.
Now that would be a welcome a change, even for a “global citizen” wouldn’t it?
Sachin Kulkarni
Well written and insightful blog Sachin
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