Waiting‘ is a beautiful word.

When we look up the word ‘wait’ in dictionary, it reads:”stay where one is or delay action until a particular time or event

We all wait in our lives for something, for someone, don’t we? For the perfect job. For the perfect spouse. For the society to deem as successful. Well, that is just the way it is!

We are being jostled and cradled in a world of instant gratification. We are never taught to pay attention to the journey, pay attention to our waiting. Even if we do, we will sadly nitpick. That something or someone is not good enough. That we are not good enough. That we could be better.

In sight of the goal, we lose sight of what we are today. Things that make us ‘us’.


Do you know what it also reads: “remain in readiness for a purpose

Only when we bring light to that side of the definition, would we turn back to the now. Only then we will enjoy this moment of our making. Right here. Right now.

Take a deep breath. We are here. We are ready. We are in the now. What will come along is only going to complement us, but never complete us. We are already complete-full-whole.

The next time something doesn’t confirm to our pre-conceived notions of success, let’s remember: the act of waiting might never be tasteful by itself. But it is how we wait that makes all the difference.

Much love and power to you my good people,

SB ❤


Where do we belong? Is that even important?

Belonging to something/someone has its bane, whether you like it or not, the moment you belong to something, something else almost always alienates you instantly. That’s how the world works!

For the past months, I was constantly coming across these clear contrasts, and how each one was voicing for their side. Here are a few:

  • Humans of New York had a picture of a woman, who exercised her choice of not wanting a kid, but how she was constantly pursued by people known to her to have a child.
  • Women’s web posted an article saying how people should understand that questions like, “When are you getting married”, or “Okay. Now that you are married, what about kids?” are over the line for anyone to ask, and that they are such personal things.
  • Logical Indian had a post on women vs. men fights on dressing right, which ended up in use of obscene words in public forum.
  • There was another cheeky status by a friend on FB, who commented how whether literate or not, people tend to comment on physical appearance of a person: you’re too thin, too fat, too this, too that, which are appalling to say the least.
pic courtesy klemmer

Does a different color matter so much?

I agreed to all of ’em. My hands itched to post something. Itched to support, like all those others who stood up to support. I almost did. In fact, I have been itching to post on this ‘belonging’ factor for a long, long time now.

The history: Continue reading

Prison Break Review: On its spiritual angle!

I was watching Prison Break recently, and when Dr. Sara, the protagonist’s girl friend, leaves the Prison’s infirmary door open for Michael Scofield (the protagonist) to escape with his brother, it got me thinking.

prison break!

What would I do if I were in that place? When we love someone so dearly, of course we would go any length for them, but would we go all the way, or would questions on dharma (righteousness) come to play?  Continue reading

The affair that lasted the longest!

33 more days to go.

27th October, 2014 marks 7 years of blogging affair.

In these 7 years, I had housed my ramblings at 14 different links. I had trashed posts. Lost contacts. Few good links. Hits. Stats. Likes. Comments. Everything. These 7 years also saw me bid my bye to Blogger, as I shifted to WordPress on 18th April, 2010. The current link is number 9 in WordPress, and number 14 in total, and it has been up and running since November, 2013.


  1. I don’t like to be on constant radar. When that feeling surfaces, I simply delete, and move on.
  2. I like change.

Having said that, I also like the warmth of old things, even as I tread on new pastures. I come back again, because I like to write, and the written word is like a boyfriend that I can’t ever get over. 🙄 Continue reading

Himalayas – Part 6 – Trekking Khuliya top

Day 6 had only one thing on our list: to trek the Khuliya top.

KT is one of the main attraction points at Munsiyari, Uttarakhand. Situated at a height of 11,500 feet, this 14km trek seemed humongous, yet exciting.

Post our trek to Mahavatara Babaji cave the other day, elders were requested to not join the trek, and few others also dropped out. So at about 6AM, 20 to 25 of us hopped into the bus, and I realised Pooja and I were the only girls in the lot.

“So you think we will do this?” I asked her.

“Well, we can try” she replied with a smile.

All geared up :)

All geared up 🙂

We then stopped for a mini breakfast, and by 6.30, we were at the gates.

“Whew! And it begins!” I said to myself.

I have trekked earlier, but KT by far would be the longest ever for me. Was a love for Nature, adventure and photography enough, or did testosterone matter? Would it be an impossible feat, as many gave up? We debated on the mind debacle for a minutes, but then I ended up saying, “Okay fine. Let’s do this.”

It took us 3.5 hours to reach the top, and another 2 hours to descend. There were times when I went ahead, there were times when I lagged, and there were times when all of us rested together.

***The beautiful khuliya***

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There were few who climbed as a group, few others found joy in their solitude, while few others in music. When we crossed paths – we clicked – laughed – shared a joke. A few of them waited for us, while we waited for a few others. A few others dropped out.

All in all, it was an exhilarating trek. 🙂


What to say of the visual treat!!!

From snow clad peaks to leafless trees, from the look alike of whomping willow to insectivorous, slimy plants, from green, bright meadows to arid and dried water pits, we saw everything. (Speaking of green, I always love how much shades of it are there in the world around us. However, I am one of those who cannot distinguish finer shades, like how women are usually expected to.  Does this pic ring a bell?



That’s me, but I am the one in the right :P)

Anyway, I remember walking through the lush green meadows, and I immediately started dreaming about my yonder giridhari. I said to myself, “Isn’t this where He would have taken the cows for a hearty meal, my dearest cowherd Krishna?!”

I don’t know if it was the pleasantness of the air, or the enchanting views that triggered the thought, but there is surely something about meadows that makes one romanticize.

I then thought, “…but where are your cows, Krishna? I can’t seem to spot any.”

The master madhusudan must have heard my heart’s whisper, for very soon he gladdened my heart with this sight ❤

The one and only place where I spotted cow grazing!

The one and only place where I spotted cow grazing!



At this point, I must tell you about my husband, he is a fitness freak, and a big fan of Tony Horton. There might even be days, when there is no music in the house, but the voice of Tony Horton would resound through the morning air, every single day. However, the husband that he is, he didn’t march ahead with his guy pals. We trekked together, and he slowed down just for me, but there were times, when I had to slow down for him.

Why? I saw him for the biology lover that he was, as he looked intently at all weird looking plants and gave each of them – names! Here are a few of his clicks 😀

Sometimes he was so much into the sights around, that he didn’t really see where he was stepping on, and slipped twice. I had to tell him, “Dude! You are holding my hands. You might not mind slipping, but do your pati-dharma.”

[What also accompanied us apart from the chirping of birds, was the constant sound of crunchy dried leaves as we stepped over them. I would have loved a dramatic version of flowers falling over us, as we trekked, but had to satiate myself with just this. At certain places, the dried leaves and the moistness of the rocks made it difficult for us to have a firm footing. That is why the distracted mind of my husband didn’t help. He laughed and drove me nuts, but I guess that was part of the fun 😀 ]

Someday I will get to be the irresponsible one, and I will pay him back with my sinister laughter 😉


And we did it:

Everything has to end, even all big, scary things, and so did the 7km ascend. Wah! I felt awesome.

We played with the small stretch of snow that invited us at the top, and the guys had a good time throwing snow, or eating them. We spent a good one hour, breathing in the beauty that was around. The guys gave me an applause, as the only girl in the lot had made it along with them. I smiled awkwardly at the attention that I got. 😀 We then distracted ourselves to spot Panchachuli.

Few meditated, few clicked, few had their lunch, few posed with the Trishul that was on the topmost point of the hill: each of us had come to the same spot, yet each of us related to the place in different ways, and did our different things. 

Soon the guide who accompanied us said, it would be better for us to leave, as any time after 12, it could rain. The ones who trekked the day before had to abort theirs, but we were lucky in our ascend. Likewise, we trekked back. A few of us reached our buses well on time, while few others had their share of rain gala.

All in all, it was a much satisfying day! 🙂


The trek as such spoke to me on a lot of levels, and I learnt that treks are like life lessons.

Over to them:

* There will always be people who can climb better than you, but that shouldn’t let you give up on yourself. Embrace the unique you. ❤

Embrace the unique you!

Embrace the unique you!

*There will be disarrayed, slippery paths now and then, but there will also be someone to lend you their hand. Believe in the goodness of the world. 

Believe in the good world!

Believe in the good world!

*If there aren’t any around, and you trip, you will still find that spark within you that says, “Come on. Get up! You can do this!” Learn to listen to your heart.

The heart never lies!

The heart never lies!

*There will always be journeys that are arduous and long. Don’t try to cover the stretch at one go. Take a break, share a laugh, enjoy the beauty. The beginnings and the ends are only as great the journey itself.

*Our bodies always show signals, when we go over the line. Respect the signs.

Taking a breather always helps!

Taking a breather always helps!

Most of all –

*What matters is NOT what we know of ourselves, what lays ahead, how much time it will take, or if we will even make it through –  BUT the willingness we show to live, dare, learn and experiment when we come face to face with life’s uncertainties. 

That final climb!

That final climb!

For our lives are worth living!

With love,


[If you would like to know more about trekking Khuliya, this link should be helpful: http://www.indiahikes.in/himalayan-treks/himalayan-treks/khuliya-top/]

The difficulty of being right.

In my growing up years, I did a lot of things based on how it made feel. If I felt it, I did it. In time though, I changed: I wanted to do based on what I thought was right. If I had my doubts, I resigned. I sought clarity of rightness over the satiety of an end result.

There were days when this was quite laboring, cos I could do nothing.

That brings me to the question of what is right. If I do regret making mistakes, am I not regretting my doing? But why do I also regret my ‘non-doing’ state? Is it okay to do something than nothing at all? What if one is never to know what is right?

being right

Is being submissive to the grand scheme of things show grit and surrender, or does it show indecisiveness?

Am I to regret all those things that I did badly, or regret those that I never had the opportunity to do? To err is human, we so easily say, but why is it difficult to forgive – ourselves and others?

And then there are these fights that all of us have… What kinds of fight are right?

I have lost because I fought, but I have gained too because of them. Fighting feels cathartic – I believe it helps. Communication helps. Being honest helps. But as much these beliefs have helped me, they have failed me too. I would any day fight over something, come to a mutual comfort state, than hide behind suppression and superfluity. Is honesty not a quid pro quo anymore? Should I be nice, or honest? Or when did honesty had to come with cynical sarcasm, or candid coldness?

I somehow believe, atleast my fight comes from a place of love.

Then again, should I do or not? Should I say or not?

Will I find my answers?creative-life

I know not.

For now, however, I would embrace those who love honest mistakes, and not superfluous niceties. For now however, I would like to do things wrongly, rather than wait eternally without an answer.

Am I right?

I want to be. I hope this wanting is enough. For now.

Answering Maria Wirth: the great Indian identity!

My friend GV shared an article by a German named Maria Wirth yesterday, where she says, many ‘modern’ Indians are against anything ‘Hindu’, and how India’s ancient traditions/culture has much to offer to the world, which the elitist Indians do not fathom.

My take: I definitely agree India has much to offer to the world. Sanatana dharma (eternal righteous codes) is filled with rich treasure. However, I don’t think we suffer from belittling our religion/region.


Most possibly, we don’t want one.

Why you ask?

I have been brought up in a Tambrahm setting, until I moved out of the city for my graduation. What have I observed is, there are 3 types of people:

a) who ostentatiously oppose anything that is not theirs,

b) neutralists, if I may call ’em that, who neither oppose, nor do they openly embrace other approaches, and

c) the rest who think it’s pragmatic to not get associated to any of these.

For all I know, I am under the 3rd group, because differences are simply tiring me. I admit most of the people I know are agnostics, atheists, people who shun talks on spirituality, or say Sanatana Dharma. I admit that many Indian Christians and Indian Muslims are much vocal and attached to their faith, than many Hindus.

As a Hindu myself, I don’t talk about my religion much. This is the first time I am doing that. I talk about spirituality though, because religion alienates, and those differences are frightening the hell out of me. Why? I don’t want to consciously or unconsciously talk about religion, which could create more partition, more divides. I want us to be one with all that is.

I agree man is a social animal, and we all love to belong somewhere, but this belongingness has brought forth a whirlwind of differences amidst human minds.

Caste distinctions are still playing a role  in our educational system, and in political party votes – the two major pillars in a country’s progress. But is it our right to point the blame somewhere else, when all of us make the society – ‘together’? How many of us in our everyday conversations have stood a testimony to generalizations – elitist or not, dogmatic or not, orthodox or not, literate or not – people generalize. 

Mallus to being selfish, Madrasis to be unruly, Northies to be snobbish, Sardars to ignorance, Christians for conversions, Hindus to fanaticism, Indians to poverty, Aussies to be racist, Muslim dominated countries to terrorism, etc. Or how Barney Stinson makes fun of Canadians in HIMYM.

If in Tamil Nadu someone speaks in English, hell breaks loose; or when a Tamilian doesn’t know Hindi, he is butchered for not knowing the National language. Language is important – yes, but when has the means become more important than the end? Isn’t communication the primary purpose of using a language? Why do we have to be biased about what mode we use? Why in the process of wanting to belong, we end up isolating a sect from the whole?

I am proud of my culture, country, diversity. Most certainly, yes. At the same time, one man’s pride is another man’s vanity.

So there that answers your question Dear Maria. We don’t fear our identity, we fear the repercussions the first set would create on the rest. If belongingness would let the world embrace, I am happy to belong, else I would rather alienate myself if it would bring in peace. religion-india

To be honest, I even had incredulous doubts on patriotism, something on the lines of what Mansi Bhatia wrote in her blog:

“I thank him but I also wonder

If we are not our own enemies

Forging boundaries and the idea

Of controlled territories

Why can’t we live in a world

Devoid of father- and motherlands?

Why can’t we take care of the earth

And be a true patriot of this land?”

Full post here: http://www.mansibhatia.com/2011/01/patriot/

There was no India/Pakistan before the independence struggle, we were brothers/sisters of one motherland. Today, not even a century later, you cannot watch a YouTube video of Indo-Pak cricket match without reading the abuses that are hurled at. Why? What happened there?

I do see your point Maria, for want of a liberal/peaceful setup, we are probably patronizing ourselves. India sure has a rich heritage, and a rather unique sophistication, but a lot has happened over time – lives have been lost – millions – in the name of religion – so I don’t want to go down that road.

I am neither a Tamilian, nor a Hindu, though circumstantially I am one. I wouldn’t call myself an Indian either, I am simply a human, trying to find divinity. Again using the word divinity would not let me be a part of my fellow atheist/agnostic brothers. Why would I even do that?

To me divinity is love, because everything else in the world might lead into differences, but love never will! That doesn’t mean I would say ‘hell with hindutva’; I will still go home and chant a line from rig veda that says: ‘ekam sat vipra bahudha vadanti‘; I will still fold my hands in reverence when I pass by a church; I will still look upto to the life of Gauthama; I will still visit dargahs, so on and so forth.

a true indian

That dear German is the true Indian – modern or old, doesn’t really count, what counts is to be true and rooted, not to hindutva, but to our diversity.

To live and let live, for didn’t the rig veda say: ‘Truth is one, the wise call it in many names’.