Churning of My Life

While writing my earlier post; I noticed an uncanny relevance with a “Pauranic” (referring to Puranas) depiction. I have re-produced some of that for my Readers’ benefit.


Indra, the King of Devatas, while riding on an elephant, came across a sage named Durvasa who offered him a special garland. Indra accepted the garland, placing it on the trunk of the elephant. The elephant, irritated by the smell of the garland, threw it to the ground. This enraged the sage as the garland was a dwelling of Sri (fortune) and was to be treated as prasada. Durvasa Muni cursed Indra and all devas to be bereft of all strength, energy, and fortune.
In battles that followed this incident, Devas were defeated and Asuras (demons) led by king Bali gained control of the universe. Devas sought help from god Vishnu who advised them to treat asuras in a diplomatic manner. Devas formed an alliance with asuras to jointly churn the ocean for the nectar of immortality and to share it among them. However, Lord Vishnu told Devas that he would arrange that they alone obtain the nectar.



All I now need is Large amount of whirls that would elevate my status like what happened after Samudra Manthan.

  • I, My Life being the Ocean that is being churned.
  • My Determination being the Turtle providing support to the dasher to churn.
  • My Writing being the mountain acting as the dasher.
  • My Experiences being the multi- headed Serpent making the dasher roll.
  • Together, they bringing out about the atrocities I have been subjected to.
  • By re- living all the stances i.e., while remembering them again to write, I have gulped the poison and yet have sustained.

Had this churning not happened, no one would have known of these episodes ever; of the things that have happened to me. I would have gone un- noticed. I would have been left with that mix of ugly and good for all times to come. The dirt is what I am writing about in my biography.

I have been churned well, having made to go through all the idiocities for enough number of years. I have been given enough nonsense and yet “expected” to behave. Every relationship has its expectations and demands. I have lost all to fulfill any of these. The only way to hold me is to understand my things and appreciate them. By letting me be.

After having taken everything in my stride; now is the turn for the nectar.

My success and glory would let me drink from that ewer.

About Olivia

Corporate worker, textile designer, writer.
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3 Responses to Churning of My Life

  1. Collin says:

    Loved the post.

  2. Pingback: I, Me, Myself | Olivia's Life Instances..

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