Category Archives: Wisdom of the Wise

De rerum natura


“And that’s the nature of things”. I remember my Dad saying this to me on two occasions and I wish to never forget how it rang a bell; multiple bells; when he said it. It’s like a tube light that went on inside my head.

De rerum natura

We are always so consumed by our own thoughts of what is right, not right, what is and isnt. What should be and should not be. We forget a simple rule. No fingers are alike. Yet, when we look for companionship or friendship, we first always assess common grounds. Unfamiliar territories are mostly never explored, or ventured into unwilling.

I pause to think about it. make a mental note to remember to never forget it and not blow my lid every time. With peace made with thyself, I continue to do my yoga… And then I feel the more yoga I do, the more angrier I get. It’s good, because then Im angry with me, for not trying to accept people as they are… Accept Things as it is… Accept fate, accept destiny. Accept and not fight it. By then class is over. What I do take back home is a happier me, thankful for the wisdom, thankful for parents such as mine, only to return the next day, with the same dilemma.

Why can’t people be more like me? Why can’t things be the way I want them to be?

Yes, The most fun I’ve had is with people who are exact opposite to me, at times and in situations which were beyond my control (I’m a very controlling person!). I do blow up my lid every now and then when I didn’t get what I wanted or when people didn’t behave/ react the way I wanted them to. I try and remember what my dad said, “and that’s the nature of things”.

And then I secretly wish my Dad never told me that…


Diwali – The Festival of Lights


I love Diwali. Not because its nice to watch all those crackers go up in smoke or the umpteen number of lights/divas/candles adding to global warming. I’m an environmentalist.

I love the festival (I’m a Gujju. Diwali starts almost a week in advance. To be calendar-ly precise, 3 days in advance) because of what it signifies. The victory of good over evil. The victory of righteous over selfish. A constant reminder that no matter how dark the times are (Kartik being the darkest month), a small diya can guide a long forgotten soul home (Lord Shri Ram). That no matter how dark the times are, a small prayer to Maa, be it Lakshmi, Kali, Saraswati or your own Mother, will bring in prosperity, strength and wisdom. After all all mothers want nothing short than the best for their children. That no matter how dark the times are, a new day is just around the corner!

And when that day comes, the dark times will fade; a New Year will begin. An opportunity to turn anew again. To try once more, to relive old promises, to be better at fulfilling them. To be righteous in your own accord. To cease to be selfish with those who care for you most. To let go of Evil and to learn to accept more Good. To remember that Karma is as important, if not more than Dharma. Rote praying to God will not earn you any brownie points. Your actions need to speak for themselves.

It’s just one festival. Honestly. But so much to learn. So much to see. So much to observe. Yes, there are other reasons why I love Diwali. If I let you in on all that, then there will be nothing more to write next year!

Wishing everyone a Happy Diwali and a Prosperous New Year!

That’s all Folks! Let there be Light, more on the inside, than outside 🙂

The Punchnama of Life


I came across this mutated saying last night. At first I laughed at it, as I assumed the person had forgotten the saying. As the wasabi cracker fired up my nostrils, the epiphany hit my brain stronger than the flavored cracker. So here it is, some food for thought. Do think about it, only then you will realize too.

Life has given you lemonade. You are making lemons out of it

Courtesy my Buddhist friend

There will always be a Choice!


{Dedicated to all my girls}

20 something and still contemplating tying the knot … my two options – to get married or not.

As some of you may gulp and think of how sad life might be and the absolute possibility of me living alone, dying alone, no one knowing what happened, till my corpse would be discovered – a week later (lets make it a month!); I beg to differ.

Who said a women has to get married, raise kids, make them study, wash tea cups and wash smelly socks? Or is it that only I have graduated to the 21st century?

I think (atleast assume) that single life will be great! I will tour the world, sun bathe in Barbados, shop at Lafayette, eat French Macarons, maybe even meet Mandela. Who knows, life is always full of surprises. I could always turn Jolie and adopt kids or have my own (dont exactly need a man, now do I?)

On the other hand, I think I would (atleast assume) love to wash tea cups, chase my kids around the backyard, teach them how to take care of their dog, bake for my hubby, and have a family holiday in Bahamas… Oh well, maybe just go down the road to Safa Park.

Oh! How I hate Choices!! Why do we have to choose to be miserable and feel happy about it or be happy and feel miserable about it?

I guess our Choices are what we become…

Many a times, we wish for the things we never had and maybe never will… and in all this wishful thinking, we forget to celebrate what we have. For Tomorrow will come and so will it’s best friend – Worry. We do not control them or Time… but what we do control is our reaction, our choices, yes, there will always be a choice … so, I guess, I will choose what I want when Tomorrow comes … not gonna blame my past situations for the choices I made then … it wasn’t the circumstances that made us … it was the choices we made…

I’m not the type to leave a quote at the end of my message, but since there was no video cool enough … here are some words of wisdom… courtesy Osho

Rejoice now ,
because if there is tomorrow,
you will be able to rejoice more deeply.
If there is no tomorrow, who cares!
We have rejoiced already!



Number 1 is not a lonely number … Its Numero Uno


Of all the times we rode the pack

I would look back

to this day when I sit on my sack

and think about the things my life lacks


So I thought and thought till i could think no more

And for the benefit of the days in the future

I decided to put pen to paper

Yes, I did put pen to paper first :p


So here it is, my fellow travelers down the ‘I come home to an empty house’ lane,  the advice from not so wise but remotely experienced. Be it holidays, a long weekend or two whole years, stick to the numbers below and you will never be the lonely number again:

1. Don’t think you are alone. Sounds lame, I know! And if you find a better way, let me know!

2. Go all out with the food. Make those cookies that you always wanted to bake. Make those yummy chakris on Diwali day and the best part ~ you get to eat them too!

3. Decorate the house, light those scented candles, put out those lights, bring out the rangoli colors. Emblazon your life!

4. If you are lazy to do #2 and #3, then go crash at your friend’s place. I’m sure there is always some extra food around during festivals/long weekend and if you do make it a habit, over two years, I’m sure they will always have a place for you at the table.

5. If all your friends are out-of-town, or if that’s what they tell you, then go crash your neighbour’s house! oh do not forget the box of sweets! who can resist free sweets? esp. if they are Sindhi! 😉

6. Go watch movies, at least 6 of them. And if they are anywhere as awesome as The Adventures of TinTin and Johnny English, you’ll have a legendary time at the Cinema!

7. Go for the longest ride, be it a road trip, a bus trip, a metro ride, but not a cab ride; for obvious reasons.

8. Get your passport a nice passport holder from Accesorize and go to your nearest airport and ask for the next flight out of Dubai. doesnt matter if you don’t have a visa for that country or you don’t have the money to support your impulsive compulsive decision, but it will be a great story to tell your friends when they return from Timbuktu (it is a real place btw)

9. If nothing else works, come home! We will pull up the foot rest, watch HIMYM and sip hot cocoa with marshmallows 🙂

10. Forget about everything I just said or rather you read! You’re awesome! Just like Barney! So go spread some of that awesomeness in a third world country! 😀

So my fellow travelers down the ‘I come home to an empty house’ lane, no matter what the situation is, there is always a way to spice/ease/live things. Dont let the memories of your -1’s haunt you, rather use their absence as an excuse to emblazon the situation with +1’s and still counting!

Happy Holidays! 🙂

P.S. You can always replace the cocoa if things get worse, or even if they don’t. Ah, replace it anyways! Sleep will come better … even without your arms wrapped around my soul… they’ll never know … 😉

*To being Awesome*

Freedom is always attained by those who wish to be Free


Dipti Butani, hope you’re reading this one. Coz this ones’ for you! 🙂

At the stroke of the Midnight Hour, I shut the paperback that I was reading and head to close the balcony door. My neighbor had invited me for the ‘Independence Day Bash’ that she was throwing, but I decided it was wise to just curl up in my sofa and finish reading Midnights’ Children. Well congratulations folks! It’s another public holiday and for those in India, what a long weekend! I wasn’t born back then and nor were you; unless you’re my dead grandfather and reading this from wherever it is that they sent you (RIP); but the day has been scratched in my memory since childhood. I loved waking up at 5:30 AM (DST) only to switch on Door Darshan and watch the Prime Minister deliver his ‘Address to the Nation’. But now, I will just watch it on youtube! 🙂

India and Indians all over the world have achieved a lot of fame, name, blah blah blah. No doubt we are the world’s 10th largest economy and the 5th fastest growing economy; 1 point ahead of ChinaTown! I could go on and on and on about my home country. But that’s not the point I’m trying to make. You have Wikipedia for that.

The point being made is this – are we really free? (hey u have heard this one before? Guess what? Now u can read it too). On August 15, 1947, India may have obtained release from the shackles of a few men who brought us order, justice and prosperity. No, I’m not an Angrez left behind. Im an Indian, true to every mm of my Indian Heart. Lets go back in history and think about the various wars waged on the pretense of acquiring fertile lands, expanding boundaries and above all the penultimate greed of commanding absolute power! One man’s greed skilled thousands of Indians to fight against their own brotherhood. We were free back then too, so why couldn’t we choose any wiser? On the other hand, the chains imposed by a few Gora Sahibs, skilled millions of Indians to stand together and fight those against their brethren. No matter how short lived the freedom struggle (C’mon what’s a couple of 100 years compared to centuries of wars waged in the name of righteousness, God, the Emperor, and whatever you’ll have) ; it gave us this message – it is only at the brink of our tolerance do we find the courage to fight back!

But why wait – that long? Till we are pushed to walk the long narrow plank? Till our heads are pushed down, our backs broken and our foot cracked by tilling the soil for the Angrez Sahib? The answer, dear friends, we all know. Though our versions of it may be different, but at the end of the day, we are still Indian and even especially back then, anyone and everyone was superior to the brown man.

No matter what the history, I believe that every saint has a past and every sinner has a future. However, it’s really sad to see today, the future that was worried about yesterday. We are back to fighting against each other. Be it at the Parliament House or the Ambani House. The Mango People (Aam Janta) are back to tilling the soil, only this time its filled with shit. But someone’s gotta work the plow to get the dough, rite? So we cock our great Indian head to the side, plaster the evergreen Indian smile on our face and get working on the shit; with our heads so low, that we have the world thinking its some new yoga-joga thingi.

I sometimes feel that Indians ought to be adopted by Disney coz we believe that someday someone will come and rescue us of our misery. Or even Yash Raj Films will do; after all, they too believe that someone somewhere is made for you! Bullshit! No Prince is coming, there ain’t gonna be another Mahatma and you know why? Coz we cannot be that Indian who followed the Mahatma wholeheartedly. Lighting a few candles, partying in khadi clothes and saying Jai Hind twice a year is not the India Gandhi led. Let’s face it, we are a different India, a different generation of ideas, but the best part is, we can still work the system, not because we are Indians and therefore born genius, but because we are a Constitutional Republic. In simple terms, the so-called government is a representative of We the People.

So it’s time to wake up my fellow Indians and those foreigners who consider themselves Indian at Heart! India is not corrupt; We the People are! India is not filthy; We the People are! It’s time We the People awaken from our fantasy and switch on the television/Laptop/Smart Phone as only few minutes remain for the Prime Minister to ‘Address the Nation’! I know the guy is a bit slow with his speech, but he’s old, more educated than us and more importantly, our ‘representative’, so let’s show a little respect, shall we?

Happy 65th Independence Day, O Mother!

P.S. Dipsy the Gypsy – got carried away in my own address! Every time we talk about being free, I often think how? It’s so complicated now a days, just like everything else… the speech recognition tool, getting the perfect mix of wasabi and soya sauce, men… blah blah blah. But whatever little sense my sabbatical has knocked in my bird brain is this – Be what everyone has been, be what no one has. However, you can only be free if you let yourself be!

On a totally different note, welcome home honey!