The day we moved into our new home over a month ago, I lost my sleep. At first I figured it was the Vastu of the room – we shouldn’t be in the North-east of the house, and our heads shouldn’t be facing north. So we tried sleeping sideways. Then my brother wrote in about … More Sleepless in soul-searching
I spent the better part of my weekend morning sweating it out either at home or in crowded furniture markets in the blazing heat. We’re still not completely settled in — there’s some furniture we need to buy and some fixing up in the kitchen that’s awaiting an expert touch. And so, I’ve been rather … More Woodwork and self-work
Holi is coming up — the festival when people throw powdered colours and water balloons (ouch) on each other to celebrate the onset of spring. For me, though, colour had another hue this year. I’m going grey in the head. On the head. What started a couple of years ago has now become a sizeable … More The colour principle
Like a storm in a tea cup, I am currently caught up in an internal tornado that those around me are perhaps oblivious of. The ghosts of the past have been raked up and, like flying cars and planks in a real-life cyclone, are flying dangerously about, threatening to knock me out in old karmic patterns. A few days ago, I … More The struggling vine
A large pile of unexpressed fears got buried under a typhoon of ‘busy’-ness all of the past fortnight. So occupied was I, that I no longer invested in my own daily oases of happiness or in stuff that I normally love doing, like writing on this blog. When a turn of events turned the moth-balled … More Wanting what is
I was in a fury this morning. “I don’t want to do this. I don’t want to do this,” I muttered, as I went about doing a chore I hated. “I don’t want to be this kind of person.” My resentment and bitterness poured out into my actions as I tackled the work at hand … More Singing a different tune
These days, I am very much caught up in the maya of day-to-day existence. But a few oases of awareness do manage to surface, mostly inadvertently through discussions with my family. 1. Cup of tea? Belonging to a digitized generation, being brought up under the tutelage of a ‘modern’ Indian mother, and going to progressive … More Cups of tea and fancy showers
This last week I had the good fortune of visiting a yoga retreat in Bangalore called Shreyas. It was a short break from a month that had begun to look like a typhoon had swept me up and smashed all semblence of peace in my daily existence. My mind whirled with work and home issues, … More A needle in the hay
Existence is a bubble. It feels like all this is real, tangible, holdable, feelabale, touchable. But the moment you stop thinking, stop looking for clues and confirmation, stop the ferris wheel of analysis constantly going on in your mind, the illusion drops, and it is all reduced to the transparent, filmy surface of a bubble. … More Making bubbles
Somewhere between what my mind dwells on and what the world reads lies the grey area of privacy. When I started this blog, I was the only reader and I was happy for it to be a personal space of documenting my personal journey towards my personal God. Somewhere along the way, the subscribers grew, … More A question of privacy
I usually refrain from talking about current events on this blog, which is a journal of my inner growth. But the December 16 Delhi gang rape has affected me at a very personal level, and I am not alone because all my women friends and colleagues feel like a part of them has been violated, angered … More She was born to awaken us
A month ago, my partner and I decided to get engaged. Considering all the practical logistics – my daughter’s exams, my brother-in-law’s annual leave, my nephew-in-law’s Christmas holidays – we zoomed in on December 23 as our date. We had only our immediate family and very few close friends with us at the dinner held … More Engaged to growth
A week ago, I woke up with a load of things on my mind. The previous evening, Ronnie, one of our newly adopted dogs who is generally hyper-active, bit me when I took him for a walk. He was excited to see another dog come close by and I think he craves socialising with other … More Lessons in forgiving
“Why am I so resistant to change, mom?” my younger one asked me. She is the least open to new experiences when compared with my other daughter and myself, who don’t mind a bit of a deviation from routine now and then. This 13-year-old, however, finds it very stressful to even walk on the other side … More Voluntary change
A few days ago, I read this question posted by Henrik Edberg on his Positivity Blog, “How will my life look in 5 years if I continue to stay on the same path as now?” I immediately closed my eyes and imagined this, and realised I am okay, I am on the right path. But unconsciously, … More Light of self-awareness
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