On Karma Yoga

Never in my wildest childhood dreams I would have imagined that I would get up on a Sunday morning and make coffee and pancake; then, follow it up with archuvitta sambar, baby potato roast and beans poriyal.

Never in my wildest childhood dreams.
Never.

Life takes twists and turns.

And, I find myself in the kitchen.
Cleaning.
Cutting.
Boiling.
Frying.
Cleaning up.


I don’t want to romanticize this ACT by saying it is done out of love.
Because, nothing would be further away from the truth.

It is called freaking Karma Yoga (the Path of Selfless Service Karma Yoga is the path of ‘action’).

I also do it because boys seem to look forward to weekend lunch together. And, I would hate to disappoint them.

On Genetic Theory for Food Preference

I have a theory..it is called Ambal’s Genetic Theory for Food Preference.

Fear not. I won’t use fancy words like alleles, zygote, epigenesis, gemmules in my theory.

I will use simple words to make it easy for you to understand and appreciate the theory. The theory goes like this.

Ambal’s Genetic Theory for Food Preference – The mom’s food preference genes is passed on to the second child.

That is it.

Don’t pull a smart aleck on me and ask “How do you know?”
I have proof. Ari loves the stuff that I love; drumstick sambar, gobi manchurian, tapioca pudding, coffe, chai etc.

What is your theory on food and/or food preference?

On Being Whole Again

“In every atom, there is a reflection of the whole.”
― Jay Woodman

Do we need to have seen darkness….to appreciate light?
Do we need to have seen light….to understand darkness?

How does it go?

Do we need to have been broken…. to appreciate being whole?
Do we need to have been whole …to feel the pain of being broken?

Feeling broken.
Feeling whole.
Feeling together.

Have you been there?
Have you felt broken?
Have you felt whole?
Have you felt together?

What is whole?
What does that mean?
Who can we define being whole?
Should we define being “not whole” before beginning to define whole?

Is being whole a feeling?
Is it a state of being?
Is it a state of knowing?

Do we need our friends to feel whole?
Do we need our family to feel whole?
Do we need food to feel whole?

What is it?

What if we are already whole…just as we are?
Then, why do we need other things or other people to feel whole?

Do we need to feel whole to be happy?
If so, why?

I don’t think you or I can define, with words, the true meaning of feeling whole.
I think one has to feel it.

One has to be broken.
Only then, one can understand and appreciate the true beauty of feeling whole again.

I am feeling whole….again.
Are you?

“Sometimes I wonder if we ever truly let anyone completely in. The desire for another human being to know you, all of you, all the pieces, even the ones you’re ashamed of — is huge. But too often, we sit down and sort through the pieces only picking out the pretty ones, leaving the ugly ones behind, not realizing that choosing not to share with someone else is like committing a crime against our very soul”
― Rachel Van Dyken, Toxic

“How can I be substantial if I do not cast a shadow? I must have a dark side also If I am to be whole”
― C.G. Jung

“I am a broken person. And I know exactly where my cracks are and how deep they run. I don’t pretend to not be a broken person and therein lies the big difference. Because the truth is, we are all broken in places, but it is those who know exactly where and how they are broken, who also know exactly where and how they are whole! And we may not be whole in all places and in all ways, but we take whatever wholeness that we do have, and we make good of it. And we try hard to work on the broken parts, and we ask for help when we need it.”
― C. JoyBell C.

“Through the absence of what we think we have to have we can discover our wholeness”
― Renae A.Sauter

Richness isn’t Measured by Wealth

Richness isn’t measured by wealth.

Because, the most precious thing in the world is to have at least one friend that will make you “anda gunda” (lots) of mushroom soup with loads of ginger, garlic, black pepper and red chili because:
a) they simply can’t stand what a wimp you are and
b) they are sick and tired of you moping around about how scratchy your throat has been.

That is the most precious thing.

Counting by that standards, I beat Buffet and Gates hands down.

#countyourblessing #gratitude

Post Thanksgiving Thanks

Thanksgiving break week started off very rough.

I thank you all for sending your positives vibes to Ari (who was sick and in the ER last week) and the family.I do believe those positive vibes work. Because, thanks to all the positive vibes, our week did progress well and we spent the last few days surrounded by the warmth and cheer of friends and family.

Despite my ever present restraint in indulging with food, I ate more than I should have….but, that is only because the food was served with so much heartfelt love and so much care. My SIL Rema’s mango-fruit based dessert, my new friend Uma’s elaborate spread of vegetable curries, and aloo paratha, my girlfriend Sukanya’s bhel and vadai (which reminded my so much of Mommy’s vadai) and filter coffee, my enthu friend CK’s pulav, my buddy Vijaya’s sweet potato casserole (which is queen-of-all-cooks Jyotsna’s and her daughter Ashlesha tried and tested recipe; thanks to Kaushik for baking the casserole in Rohit’s oven), my neighbor Rohit’s besan laddoos and more.

Now, as if all that was not a big enough list to be grateful for…just as I was getting ready to call his weekend a wrap, our next door neighbor’s 10 year old nephew (visiting from New Jersey) who became buddies with the boys….brought over some fresh guacamole that he had made. (side note: He had left the huge avacado seed in the guacamole and when I asked him why….he quipped that it was to prevent the guacamole from browning too quickly. I am just so impressed with kids…they know so much….stuff that I don’t know!)

If you think I ate so much that my stomach hurt…that is quite not right. Because, my stomach hurt more from the non-stop laughter.

I am so grateful for this break and all the folks who made it the most memorable Thanksgiving ever (I know….I know…I say that ever year. But, truly, it was memorable).

I hope you had a wonderful Thanksgiving too.

Now, the race to the end of 2017. Just few more weeks….and than we can all take a break during the holidays. Hang in there.