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 ❤


Of a ‘Life’ beyond labels – 2

Last morning, Swati, my junior from the SSSIHL campus, shared a blog post: ‘Why Donald Trump is the Best Thing to Ever Happen to the USA’. The title will have you gobsmacked, but the author talks of the evident consciousness shift that is about to happen in our world, and how Donald Trump will play a key role in bringing about this change.

As much frightening the thought sounds on a worldly plane, as someone who is deeply fond of spirituality and its allied fields, I cannot agree more with the post.

One post led to another, Continue reading

Of a ‘Life’ beyond labels

We are not labels

[Blogged first at FB]

I have not written anything in months, but today just seemed like it.

Let’s start with a few observations. Shall we?

1. Just yesterday, I was following Aya’s story in Humans of New York. Brandon is posting a 11 part story of this Syrian refugee, whose VISA was rejected by the US government. They are looking to sign a petition to get Aya to the US soil.

One of the comments requested more details before signing the petition. No guess on what happened next (spiteful remarks!). HONY is one of the goodness pages on FB, there is plenty of positivity and love. Yet few of them, despite their best interests, chose to roll in the mud.

When someone genuinely has a question, address it. If we don’t believe in the goodness of the world, who will? 

2. If you ask me why I got a dog, I would say no precise reason whatsoever. In retrospect, I can see how this too has helped in my learning. Unless we are a part of something, unless we live in close quarters, unless we desire to learn, grow and be open, awareness in true sense of the word, will elude us.

Having Phoebe in my life, I have come to understand not only animals better, but ourselves. You would be surprised to know how certain people, out of too much love for the animal kingdom, disregard fellow humans, while certain humans disregard animals and other fellow creatures, simply because they are wildly different to us.

Why do we have to argue if animals are better or humans? Why does our love have to be exclusive? 

3. Several people known and unknown to us, lost their homes and lives in Chennai floods. We definitely had a lot of astonishing support from each other, even as media and politicians were letting its people down. That aside, even at a difficult time such as this, few groups advocated their candidacy.

DMK and ADMK feud, political gimmicks, fans of various actors discussing who is more philanthropic, how the spirit of Chennai mattered, how RSS helped several victims, how a Muslim helped a Hindu and so forth.

My question: If we were in Hyderabad, Australia or Pakistan, would we still not help? Why does region/religion/sect have to matter anyway?  

4. Speaking of politicians, we have people like Donald Trump and Rahul Gandhi looking to run candidacy. Who again disrupt lives by bringing out differences!

“Let’s not allow Muslims in the country” says one, while the other bellows, “The supposedly secular country gives the minority no rights, vote for me, I assure a better life”

What kind of leader does that? You’re supposed to bridge the gap, not widen it.  

5. Then of course the intolerance debate: is India really intolerant? Aamir Khan gets his hashtags. Not to forget the hit and run case with Salman hashtags.

Why do we have to be patrons of our heroes in all and sundry, waging war of words? Why do we have to be rigid?

As an Aamir Khan fan myself, I was a bit baffled that someone of his stature felt unsafe. But then, it is upto us to come to conclusions by being open to the two sides of the story.

Embrace, be polite, be willing to understand and resolve.

For instance, my best friend believes passionately in patriotism, and wonders why I don’t call myself a patriot. It is not because I don’t love my country. It is because I love everything else too.

Sometimes we just have to agree to disagree, and decide what’s more important.  

6. As for the home turf hungama, there is a lot of Muddenahalli and Puttaparthi tug of wars in the Sai circle. Much to my surprise, I find fellow brothers and sisters fighting.

This is beyond the realm of cognitive bantering anyway. Why indulge in one?

Just because, I agree or don’t agree with something… Just because, I understand or don’t understand something… I am not planning to hate. Nothing is worth hate. I am going to love ‘em, any which way. Period.

As for what I believe in, I’m not planning to get into any discussion whatsoever. Simply because, it doesn’t matter.


If you come to think about it, all of this is about –

What is true? What is false? Who is right? Who is wrong? Where do I belong? Where does he/she fit in? The world is looking like Hunger Games. Hungry for power – position – rightness – survival. Based on our questions and our resultant answers, we support or deny, most times vehemently.

Result: We let our differences win over our latent oneness. If you have ever followed my posts, you will notice I have talked about belongingness, oneness, or spirituality sometimes, for lack of a better word. What a load of BS right!

I agree.

I am not sure if there is one good word to explain that pristine connection that all of us have with each other. They are labels after all.

Take me for example. I am a woman. I am a Hindu. I am a Tam Brahm. I am an Indian. I am a Saiyan. I am a daughter. I am a wife. I am a pet parent. I am a friend. I am a disciple. I am, and will be so many more. So what? How am I in any way different to an Israeli man or my atheist friend? I am not. None of us are.

It’s time to let go of our labels. We are not it.

“It’s not who WE are that holds US back, it’s who WE think WE’re not.”

In the here and now, we need to choose. What do we want to be? How are we going to define ourselves? By region, religion, gender?

Is that all we are: a product of our circumstances?

Or should the circumstances be a product of who we are?

The next time we are in conflict, can we resolve to ponder – “Where are they coming from? Why are they saying what they are saying?” It is always a good place to start, isn’t it?

Because we can, we will love. Because the world needs it, we will empathize. Because we need to grow, we will seek to learn.

Then someday, not far from now, we will experience that oneness as an experiential reality. That you and I are neither these labels. That you and I are neither the body nor the mind nor the intellect.

That you and I are the ekam (one). That you and I are the sat (truth). That you and I are called in different names, and manifested in different forms.

That you and I are the world as we know it to be. ❤

Until next,

Be well and Sayonara.

Updated to add: After I published this post, a friend shared a video by Prince ea, which nails my sentiments so well. Thank you Prince ea for all that you do!

Of anger, emotions and how world problems are a learning!

“Why didn’t Bheeshma help me in the sabha even when he saw how much I suffered?”

“Bheeshma thought too deeply about the laws of men. It paralyzed him. He wasn’t sure whether you were already Duryodhan’s property – in which case he had no right to intervene. But sometimes one has to drop logic and go with the instinct of the heart, even if it contradicts law.” [Conversation between Krishna and Draupadi, from the book ‘Palace of Illusions’]


Posts on anger are doing rounds [Courtesy: Priya Krishnan Das & Chandu Vijay. Priya talked about a groping case that resulted in an outrage, and as a spiritualist herself, she is looking to see beyond her anger, and if beating up was the right thing to do. Chandu talked about anger itself, and how channeling it, would help us go where we need to.]

When C mentioned about these posts on anger to me, I immediately thought of the above passage from ‘Palace of Illusions’. Like Draupadi all of us have questions. Almost all of us have this innate urge to know. That urge is enough for us to realise what must be realised.

As someone tempered, here is my learning, with this emotional tryst:

Is anger a necessary evil? Continue reading

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

Letter 22: To the someone I want to give a second chance to!

Dear people of the world,

Ask someone who lost a limb in a hit and run accident, ask the ghostly remains of a suicider, ask a childless parent, or a fatherless child, ask a widower or a divorcee, ask a kid who lost a scholarship, and thereby his chances to study, ask the ones who are terminally ill, ask the ones who missed their opportunity to say a yes or no, when it counted, most of all, lets ask ourselves: ‘Would we have done/said something differently, if we get a second chance?’

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Parti lessons – probably one of the many to come!

It will be 10 years this April, since I visited Parti first.

Now as a resident of Parti – what has changed? Have I taken all of what Parti has to offer me?


Not really.

Atleast not as yet!

They say, the area right beneath the source of light is always the darkest. That’s kinda true. As an outside ashram resident, and an ex-city bird, I can vouch that nothing is different per se. You can do the exact same things here too, atleast most of ‘em.

That, at first, will seem like a sacrilege.

‘Visiting Parti is one thing, while living here is completely another.’

The summer has started, and knowing Parti weather, there is little you can do, or so you will think. The few and far between morning walks take a beating.

Despite the drudgery of seeming mirrored city life (samsaric, if you will), with no beaches to go, you will think it’s all gone for a toss.

I have always loved beaches. They are calming – all encompassing – very reflective and meditative.

As I was mulling over the top notch maya effect in the day to day reverie, even at the hallowed Puttaparthi, the best ever thing happened!

‘Night strolls inside ashram.’

Calming – check.

All encompassing – check.

Reflective and meditative – check.

Beats all other beaches – check.

There is no water that sprawls about infront of you, but the pristine stillness of the place would surely exhilarate you to a plane of completeness. That to me is simple spirituality.

I might have prefixed Parti with holy, everytime I mentioned it, but these two months have taught me one thing. You will not want to wager much on the Shanthi that Puttaparthi can give you, but once you step inside Prashanthi Nilayam, you cannot even begin to count all the things it can offer.

Darkness outside or not, who cares. Just walk about the Prashanthi soil in the eerie silence of the night – you will know what it is to LIVE here.

To living and growing, in the place of my Master.

Happy Ram Navami folks 🙂

May we realise that we ourselves are Ram – we ourselves are Rahim – and that we are all but one!