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Food for thought…


When I immigrated to the U.S and whenever I used to walk through the isle of the stores loaded with different varieties of food, meat and milk I used to be awed at the abundance that this country had to offer. The huge warehouse of food marts used to overwhelm me with the sheer size and the amount of food that was stored inside.

But of late when I walk through these same stores, I feel a dread. A dread that says that when so many people out there are suffering without a single day meal, here the food that is about to expire is sent to landfills to perish. The amount of meat that is on display is actually a life that had feelings and emotions but were killed to feed our stomach. But because there is more supply than the demand they are too thrown away without any regard to the animal’s life that was taken.

When man was a hunter he hunted what he wanted and ate that. But now with the industrialization, we are sucking the life out of our planet and animals and feeding the consumerism monster where making money is the only goal there is.

How long will planet earth sustain with this kind of an insensitive act by the humans?

Will we eat ourselves to the extinction of this home that we live in?

What is scarier, is that, the developing world’s like China and India are catching up to this same culture of departmental stores where supply is more than the demand. How are we going to sustain ourselves in the future when are lands are barren? Are the money making Moguls going to eat their money instead of food?

In the end it is always the poor man who suffers- in a world filled with abundance as well as in a world without its abundance.

I hope we can take a minute and think about what we are doing to ourselves and make a change.

I believe there is a solution to every problem, if only we are open to suggestions from unexpected sources.

We have learnt with the global warming and the floods and drought that the way of this life is not working. I am sure, with a global togetherness we can find solutions to a sustainable future.

As consumers we have more power to demand change. Let’s do it! Before it is too late.






Seas filled with toxic dump,

Forests slayed to make more room,

Carbon spewed through the industrial pump

Making glaciers melt fast, pronouncing doom.

Hatred running rampant with her hair billowed in the breeze

People killed in the name of glory

Nuclear tensions rising with unease

Animals lives too are grim and gory

God are you awake? don’t you see, all that is happening in our planet which makes me weep.

Please wake up God, clear this mess I plead.

In the silence God whispered

I am awake





Book Review: Tell Me You Love Me, Author: Nimmu

Books News India by Priyanka Batra Harjai

Title: Tell Me You Love MeTell me

Author: Nimmu

My Review:

‘Love’ and ‘Confession of Love’ might be just one phase in some stories but for others these two phrases are two different stories. If you find the lacuna familiar then you have caught hold of the correct review before making a purchase.

People do fall in love and the most difficult development in this divine process is confessing your love to your beloved. There is no set procedure or protocol to it; you just need to work upon it. This story is woven around one such confession. Two hearts come together, hear each other’s heart beats but they are destined to tread along different paths. Nevertheless, they meet again and what echoes is just pure, serene divine message of love.

To start with, the first half didn’t seem to be captivating enough but as the second half approaches an undercurrent…

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If all the people were Hindus

Or If all the people were Christians

Or if all the people in the world were  Muslims

Promise me that there would be less blood shed.

If all the people were brown

Or if all the people were black

Or if all the people were white

Promise me that there would be no hatred.

If all the people spoke Spanish

Or if all the people spoke English

Or if all the people spoke Hindi

Promise me that there would be more understanding.

In a world which flourishes with diversity

Where everything and everyone is as unique as one can be

Why do we seek to conform  humanity to singularity?

There is beauty in our variety

So let no one take propriety

Let’s learn to rejoice in our differences with humility

and be united as one big human race family.

Just thinking...



We live in a world where we are constantly bombarded by news and sms and non relevant forwards. 15 minutes of silence is a great way to start or end your day. I have recently taken up the Deepak Chopra and Oprah’s meditation for 21 days and should say it is helping me a lot. I feel more centered and able to handle the stresses of daily life routine more calmly. I now catch myself when I am chewing on past events or anxious about the future. My inner voice is finally visible and I would say I am finally listening to it instead of the critic who always used to put me down. So let this year be the year when you too take the time to sit quietly and focus on your breath. Turning on some pleasant music helps too.There are umpteen number of videos on youtube to get you started. So let us stop the excuses Of saying “I have no time” “I am tired” “I don’t know how to do” and start taking baby steps this year.
Start by creating a routine where we sit down automatically for meditation after a set of morning chores or even better to do it before putting our legs down from the bed. Once we allot the time and stick to it I am sure life will start guiding you through those quiet voices which we had shut out long back.

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Do what you love.


Choose a job you love and you never have to work a day in your life – confucious

I came across this website – http://liveyourlegend.net a year back and was inspired by Scott and his passion.

I would recommend watching this Tedx talk video by him which have over 2 million views.

He also gives a free toolkit to find your passion and get you on the path to success.

I hope this year would be the year you take your first step towards your passion.


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Journaling – Your journey to your authentic self


I find that many of the people that I see (more often women) are totally unaware of what they love to do.

A simple question “What do you love to do?” more often comes with the response as  “I don’t know.”

I feel the authentic self that which we came with to the world, remembers its mission or its purpose.

But the conditioned self, that which learnt to survive in this planet earth by pleasing everyone around and listening to the crowd so as to be accepted has chosen to hide the true calling for the fear of being ridiculed.

I feel if we take this retracing back to our true self as a puzzle or a game we will surely arrive at the place that we know rings true only to us. What if this life was a game of hide and seek created by some higher power?

In the intial phase we hide our true selves and as we reach a certain age then nagging inside s that keeps asking “Is this all there is?” and is not satisfied by money or power or any other pleasure.

Then we go through the seeking phase, where we try to find out what we loved to do as a child because that was when we were pure and original and most of the time we come to remember but sometimes we need to probe further because there was guilt or shame or reprimand associated with following what you love.

Finally once you find out, it is upto us to go further into the unknown territory. Fear once again takes a giant size and tells you in many forms how stupid the idea really is. But learning to look at fear and keep trudging along that path is what will finally lead you to the place of authentic fulfillment.

Success will not be immediate. Doubts do crop up unlimited times but dedicating atleast one hour every day to that which you love to do will definitely be worth it than listening to fear and hanging on the heavy feeling of “Something doesn’t feel right”

So to start the seeking process a journal is your safe haven. You can start writing with the intention to find answers or at least hear back from the self that was stuffed back inside years ago.

The perfectionist self will give all kinds of excuses of not starting it like ( I don’t have the right notebook, I don’t have time etc etc)

But become aware, that it is Mr.Fear in the form of excuses and start your journey.

I would like to end this with Paulo Coehlo’s words:

“Tell your heart that the fear of suffering is worse than the suffering itself and tell your heart that no heart has suffered when it goes in search of its dreams.”

A book to get you started on journaling:

Writing Down Your Soul: How to Activate and Listen to the Extraordinary Voice Within


All the best as your embark on your journey!


A lonely life…


A lonely life I had chosen to live
On a mountain in recluse
Far away from the maddening crowd
Far away from the flawed mankind
They were selfish, arrogant and rude
In need of constant approval from the croods
Putting fake mask and pretending
Trying to act important and condescending
I hated them all so to say,
So I chose to stay far, far away.
One day my eyes caught my eyes on the mirror in front of me
I saw my SELF for the first time I felt
A being of light and love personified
Was the real me hiding inside.
Tears overflowed like rain on my cheeks
A joy exploded and I reached a new peak.
Then I saw that I was all-
Hatred and love, greed and generosity, pride and humbleness, war and peace
And that I had always the choice
To follow the path of fear or love
All along I had chosen fear
and so I had become a hater.
My eyes finally opened to the reality
I accepted myself as I was born to be
With all of lives duality.
A profound peace finally descended me
A blanket of love engulfed me.
I now walked down the hill
And embraced the first soul to my hearts fill.
For he was me and I was him with faults and imperfections
And it was finally okay with me.


Is this it?

I climbed along the stairs of life
Ticking on my to do list.

First came a job to fill my pocket with belongings
Second came a beautiful dame to fill my lonely hour’s longings.
Third came power to control and manipulate
and to get where I wanted to be was my only mandate.

I slogged, I strived by burning the midnight light.
I gave my time to reach the heights.

I crushed many lives and swallowed a lot of pride
to arrive where I wanted to be.
Ditched the feelings of others and
pointed out at the so called weak as sissies and made
them cringe inside.

One fine day all the items on my list was now ticked and I sighed,
I thought I would feel an euphoria that had never existed and a lot of pride.
But instead a hollowness from within seized me tight
And asked me is this all there is to this life?