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Thoughts on the Cusp of 63…

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Anyone who knows me, already knows that I wanted to visit India since I was 12 years old and that, after meeting and helping Nipanjana while stranded at the Dallas Airport overnight, we wound up flying to India to be part of her wedding party in 2015.
Here is what you may not know… (Trust me. The back story is important.)
As a participant of Quora.com, I was once asked whether Americans enjoyed Bollywood movies. I replied that most Americans were not even aware of Hindi cinema but that I was a huge fan. I listed my favorite Indian movies. As a result, several hundred people from India began to “follow” me on Quora.
When I announced that I would finally be visiting India as an “American Parent” of a bride in Kolkata, a few Indians on Quora asked me to write about my experience. Two days after we returned, I wrote a travelogue, “My Trip To India” and posted it to Quora. I was worried that Indian people might take offense at the humor infused in that piece. Instead, hundreds of people wrote to tell me how moved they were by how my love of India came through. Within months, I had several thousand Indian ‘followers’.
Some of them were ambitious enough to find and friend me on Facebook. We got to chat. I became quite close with some of them. When their lives became challenging, many of them asked my advice. Of course, I gave it. They were friends. Not just Facebook ‘friends’… those people you don’t really know but click “like” on each other’s posts… but friends that I have come to actually know and sincerely care about.
When we return to India in 2017, it will be to meet not friends but family… face to face. Young people, male and female, from ages 19 to 29, who call me “Baapu”, “Baba”, “Touji”, “Bade Papa”, “Angel Paa”, “Uncle Rick”, and “Dad.” My unofficially-adopted Indian children. The sons and daughters of my heart. Can you imagine how grateful and honored I feel to matter to someone’s life on the other side of the world? One young woman wishes that we could be there for her wedding someday. One young musician can hardly wait to play music with us. A young woman looks forward to taking Judy shopping. There are temples we must visit, families we must meet, foods we must try. I recently received an invitation to celebrate Diwali in 2017 (a huge and popular Indian festival and solemn family event) with one of those families. Add to this list my Pakistani ‘daughter’ in Indiana who makes me so proud, two dear Indian friends (Archana and Arun) in Atlanta, and Nipanjana and Raunaq (the Kolkata bride and her husband) now living in California, and you begin to grasp the extent of my international family.
I am filled.
Any of you who have read, “MiXED NUTS or What I’ve Learned Practicing Psychotherapy” know that, when I was a teenager, I was depressed and convinced that I would never ‘fit’ in this world. I would never matter. Never make any difference. This world would be better off without me in it.
And now, about to turn 63 in October, I’m living a life that constantly reminds me of how wrong I was. When I look at my wife and my son… my drum circle friends and the kirtan friends… my former psychotherapy clients… my pueblo Indian friends… ALL my friends. When I look at our home and how excited I still get about the sheer beauty of northern New Mexico… about these sunsets… about drumming in my drum circle and blues band and kirtan bands… and these young people from India, many of whom consider me their American dad. I realize that I’m one of the happiest and luckiest people I know.
The teenager who wanted to be dead is still here inside me but constantly amazed at how things turned out. What that teenager didn’t know was that, until you stop obsessing over your own thoughts… until you stop mistaking your thoughts for your life… until you stop taking your own emotional temperature every hour … and focus on what you can do for others, depression is inevitable.
Aging is not without its downsides. Bring your sense of humor or show up defenseless. Still, I find myself looking forward to my life over the next 25 or 30 years.

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2 Responses to " Thoughts on the Cusp of 63… "

  1. Suvarna says:

    Ohh wowww…I was feeling very bored today and just read your article…you are awesome Baba..

    The true happiness for today is looking at my photo on your blog :):)..

    you know when i was a kid..while travelling to Ajanta caves i met many forigners,they were capturing our photos and i was always thinking like ohh our photos are actually at other part of world with few good people who will memories us whenever they will look at their INDIA visit…but the sad part of my childhood thought was we can never see what they captured…

    but now it’s like that childhood thought came true to see my photo 🙂

    Thanks Babba! have anice day ahead!

    • Rick Cormier says:

      I’m glad you found that photo, Suvarna. I’m proud to know you and have your photo on that page. 🙂

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