Woke up to a very heavy, depressing, unbelievable and indigestible piece of news. Every other day, her pictures were seen in newspapers and websites, attending awards show, parties and wedding. Today, suddenly, she is gone. May God give her family the strength to cope with the loss, especially her daughters. My heart goes out to them, who are in such a young phase of their lives. Standing at the threshold of beginning careers and new lives, they are the ones who need all the love and support. The loss of a mother is irreplaceable.

Needless to say, she was in a league of her own.  Simply loved her in ‘English Vinglish’. Watched the movie quite a number of times.


‘Chandni’ is my all-time favourite. Have lost count of the number of dance performances I (and cousins) gave on this hit number, “Mere haato main…”, be it a wedding or b’day party.



The day has been so difficult to deal with since. The next few days are going to be tougher. Lots of Why’s and How’s. So many inconsequential questions cluttering the heart and the mind. A kind of news that suddenly makes you lose interest in everything around. Dealing with the loss of a great artist, the shaking of the very platform of existence, and the long list of existential questions…

Won’t say there are no answers. They (the answers) are scattered around too, waiting to be discovered. The problem is, I am not seeking. The truth stares at me every other day, still I choose to put it on hold or dismiss and walk the other way. It (The truth) returns, I again choose to dismiss, and the vicious circle continues.

What more do I need to wake me up from this deep slumber. The death is evident, yet seems surreal. Who so ever is born has to go. Yet, when any death happens, the struggle begins, like Jagjit Singh passes away.

Time to sit straight and seek answers. A ripe time to begin the inward journey, before the truth reveals itself again. Will the inner awakening begin? Only time will tell. As of now, I am simply cherishing every breath I take today, consciously. And firming my resolve to make good use of my time on this earth. Just like she did. In 54 years, she achieved a lot and made her existence worthy of being born.

The other day, I was watching this video and inculcated some pieces of the wisdom shared.

Please check this out and see if it resonates with you.



(This is an unedited post, an outpouring of my emotions, written in one go. Please ignore the shortcomings).



I want to confess, writing about/on Valentine’s Day seems bit odd. The way I associated with it few years ago no longer holds significance. Every day is a special gift given our morality status. I want to celebrate each day with same enthusiasm. However, as a society, it is important to celebrate special days and festivals because it keeps the spirits high. Valentine’s Day is an opportune time to acknowledge all the love you have in your life. I am grateful for my family, friends and every single soul I have met in my life.

I also don’t want my relationship with A to occupy a predominant space in this blog. Yet here I am, writing about the topics I wanted to refrain from. Why? Two reasons that led the words flow in this direction are:

  • Valentine’s Day is here! No matter how much I try to brush aside the (un)necessary furore and excitement, it gets on to me.
  • I am in Ambala (my hometown) where our story began. The same place and the same settings trigger a sense of nostalgia. Top that with same thundering rains a day before and the ice-cold winter wave that we experienced on our wedding.



You know How I Met the Love of My Life. How our relationship has unfolded in these five years is a journey into ourselves for both of us. We had an arranged marriage. Our courtship period lasted exactly for two months. We were like new acquaintances without a clear idea of each other’s distinct personality, likes and dislikes. We entered into the matrimony more as friends than lovers. Five years later, our relationship still has the fragrance of friendship surpassing the romantic liaison. I don’t know if it is so with every couple, but this aspect of our relationship is something that A and I often discuss.
One reason could be we got married late in life. We both were at an age where we were looking for a fulfilling and stable relationship more than the mere flicker of young and passionate love. Interestingly, months before we met, A was a residential ISKON devotee in Chandigarh who, in all seriousness, was contemplating celibacy (he was destined to eat the ‘shaadi ka ladoo’. Happiness doesn’t come that easy man).
The journey of these five years, albeit small, was quite enriching. There was friendship, love, some big learnings about life and myself, a lesson in solitude, a lesson in balancing (a territory I find most difficult to tread), the art of matching societal expectations, small fights that led to deeper understandings, coming together of different personalities and viewpoints in one place, but bind by the same core values.


Year 2013 versus 2018

Timeline 1: Jan 19, 2013

It was my third day after marriage. A day of my ‘pagphera’ ceremony. A puja was planned at my parent’s home at 5 pm for A and me. Thanks to A’s diminishing time management skills, we reached my home around 8 pm when panditji had left and the guests were on the verge of pulling their hair. Throughout our two-hour journey from A’s home to mine, we hardly spoke. It was normal for A (given his typical Ajay Devgn style), and quite unlike me (No, I am not as talkative as Kajol, but was in a newly wed bride phase, thinking of myself as the Simran of DDLJ and expecting A to behave like Raj and woo me). I was taken aback. How could we be this boring on our third day of marriage. By the time it was night, I was on the verge of crying. He could not understand what was making me so emotional and I could not fathom his coldness.

Five years later….

Feb 10, 2018

A and I driving off to Ambala for the weekend. The plan was made the same day. A’s time management skills are still diminished but I don’t lose sleep over it now. The setting was perfect. Saturday evening with less traffic, songs playing on FM, A singing old melodies at the top of his voice, both of us lip synching the duets of Lata and Kishore, dedicating songs to each other, holding hands, sipping ‘chai’ at our favourite spot (Murthal’s Haveli), having long conversations on life, love, the basis of marriage, the need to have own children versus adoption, choosing to be childless, and me reading him excerpts from some spiritual passages, explaining the scientific basis of all these choices. It was one memorable road trip for both of us, something we both cherish with equal intensity.

The journey in between…

In these five years, we have had many contrasting situations. Every moment has taught us something about each other, and we are still discovering. It took us some time to understand that we are different individuals who look same on the surface. Today, we value these differences and are at ease with each other’s idiosyncrasies; me with A’s silence and he with my quirkiness. I am happy that I come across as an extrovert when compared to A. All my life I had the crown of an introvert on my head. It is nice to trade place for once.


Timeline 2: Feb 14, 2013

We got married in Jan 2013. So, it was to be our first Valentine’s Day. I had come to Ambala on 11th Feb to attend my roomie and best friend’s wedding scheduled on Feb 15. A was not accompanying me due to work. But it was my understanding that he will make sure to be with me on our first Valentine’s Day. But as I should have expected, for A, Valentine’s Day was just another day. May be little bit special, but not something grand. Whenever we talked over phone, he never mentioned his plans to be with me. I cribbed about it a few times, and he ignored. Finally, I made peace with the fact that he won’t come and I would spend the day alone.
Came the 14th Feb and I felt the longing. The day passed. In the evening, I went for my friends’ sangeet ceremony. It must be around 9 pm. I was on the stage dancing in a group when suddenly a man started dancing near me. I felt odd and turned my back towards him. The man came around from the other side. And behold, to my shock and amusement, it was A right there in front of me. I shouted in joy and hugged him, my friends laughed hysterically, and A, as usual, gave his mysterious smile. It was the first surprise I got from A (the list has grown over the years). We left the sangeet after some time for a dinner to the same place where we had met for the first time.

Five years later…

Feb 14, 2018

We are in separate cities this time too. I am in Ambala again and he is travelling for work. We knew this when we planned our itinerary, but the difference was, I am so much at peace this time. No longing to tick that Valentine’s Day togetherness at any cost. No must-done dinner dates. It will eventually happen when we meet but I am not hellbent to make it happen on this day itself. I assume this is a natural progression of any marriage.
However, my most precious moment came in the form of a rare video call A made at lunch time yesterday (he never calls when at work). He said he was missing me. What made me more emotional was the fact that A was trying hard to take a detour and somehow come and meet me for two-three hours. This would have meant coming to Ambala from Delhi late in the evening, staying for 2 hours, then returning back to Delhi late in the night, and again leave early morning for his work commitments. Life’s all riches seem futile in front of such emotional surges.

The journey in between…

In these five years, A and I try our best to make the other happy. While he makes sure we have some adventure lined up the sleeve to keep me happy, I try to keep things as subtle as possible, just the way he likes it. The end result is, we both get what we want.

This journey traversed over five years is the best gift I can get on Valentine’s Day. A mutual feeling of love and longing soaked up in the silent sounds of hearts. A has gifted me my relatively sorted new found self. A’s seriousness and mature take on life has rubbed off on me. He has made me more grounded. He has taught me that love is more than being in each other’s company, he has taught me to be stoic in tough times, to work relentlessly towards finding a solution than cribbing about a problem beyond measure, and to value and respect my work. He has taught me that silence can be powerful and empowering too. He has taught me depth, to do away with futile societal obligations, and to not please every person I meet in life, and to say “No’.

Above all, he taught me that love is freedom. The freedom to do what I want, and to be at my parent’s house whenever I please. Happy Valentine’s Day A!

Spiritual take on marriage

In a marriage or cohabitation, you usually have to share the same space, the same everything. Consequently, every day, you are treading on each other’s toes in one way or the other. In other relationships, if someone is overstepping the boundaries, you can create a distance. Here, you do not have a choice. The greater the overlap, the greater the possibility of friction. There are many couples who are living beautifully together, who are profoundly in love, and who are fantastic companions to each other. At the same time, this relationship can assume the ugliest forms. One contributing factor is that generally, no one gets to know the ugly things that are happening behind closed doors. If someone on the street steps on your feet, you will react in a different way, because everyone is watching. But in this relationship, no one is watching, so anything can happen.

(Excerpts from Sadhguru’s isha blog http://isha.sadhguru.org/blog/sadhguru/spot/how-to-make-marriage-work/).

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Hello February! I am glad you are here again! I love you so much. You make me happy, you make me smile, you fill my heart with love that I can only imagine. You make me bow down with gratitude and contentment.
Don’t you all feel the same way about February? To me, it is one of the most romantic months of the year. Not just because it has Valentine’s Day, but also because there’s something in the air that leaves you happy and content, with a smidgen of romance, of course. Though it is always what’s inside you that makes a day or a month happy or sad, but somehow February always had that old-world charm for me.
February is a month when, like a cliché, love indeed seems to be in the air, at least for half a month. Shopping malls are decked up in vibrant hues of red, there is an overexposure of heart-shaped structures all around you, whether it is the ‘kiryana’ store displaying heart-shaped chocolates, or a heart-shaped cream froth in your coffee, or even a random dish named ‘Heart Tere Naam’, (yes, I made that up). But there is no escaping the red hearts.
It has the perfect mix of weather when you can enjoy a pleasant sunny day. It is a relative silent month before the festive fun and chaos of Holi begins. It is also the time when you feel the urge to come out of the warm cosy quilts in which you have been embedded for almost the whole of January and probably last days of December too. Your body feels enthusiastic for some activity.


Making tea becomes the most blissful activity of my life. Preparing a meal seems like an art and not an everyday chore. Inviting friends for tea and chit chat becomes a ritual, sitting in the balcony sun cooking up plans to explore the city in the morning sun becomes the epitome of fulfilment. Exploring the beautiful old lanes of Delhi in the afternoons is still a possibility, gardens are blooming with flowers all around, there is a warmth of togetherness in families spending quality time in Lodhi garden and children out in the parks before the summers force them indoors. It is the time when you are cherishing the last bits of your solitude. Lying in bed reading a book or watching something on Netflix.

February is a month when something feels alive inside me. When the mundane things that I do the entire year-round somehow feels romantic. When I cherish my existence, thanking God for this beautiful life that has been bestowed upon me. When there is a sense of gratitude for everything, specially for having my loved ones around. When I get up and smile, coz there is no order to be followed for the day. In short, simply centering around your being seems like the only way you know to live life.

I am hoping to make the most of my February before the summers set in. Do share what February means to you.

I have introduced you to most of my family members by now. May be not directly but indirectly by rumbling about them or gossiping (did I?). Today, meet another member of the family who has never been mentioned here before. Please forgive me for having the audacity to introduce him. He is omnipresent. But today, he will be here as physical part of our family and not the one you know.

He has turned 3 today, in the most beautiful and stunning ways, just as a child.  He came home unplanned, something that was decided on the spur of moment, just like most of our life has. (You all know by now, don’t you?).

The moment he came home, our pooja room and home turned special for us. We felt a sense of belongingness, a feeling of having someone elderly in our home, as A & I stay alone. His presence has been pure bliss. When feeling lonely, I talk to him, no…I blabber. I thank him when I am happy, I fight with him when I am angry; I complain to him about people who make life bit difficult, I seek his forgiveness when I go wrong; I crib when I have loads of work (at home or office); I crib when I don’t have much work; I seek his intervention when in dilemma, and so on.

In short, he is my punching bag, a friend, a mentor, a guide, and a partner in crime too. When no one understands you, when you are taken for granted by all, when life sucks, when life is a joy, he is the one who shares all. He doesn’t talk back in a way I can understand. It’s only in moments of bliss, the moments which are very very rare, that you can feel his shoulder to cry on.

Our food has turned into prashadam since the day he came. Five-star chocolates have become a part of our diet (and one of the reasons of my weight gain). Never was I so religious or spiritual to take this step. A was. A’s companionship has given me this greatest gift among all.

Ironically, Krishna, as the world knows him, is our father. But as ‘Baal Gopal’, his child avatar, or as our Shree Mohana (this is the name he has chosen), he is our child. We will be parents when the time comes, but before that, our ‘Bal Gopal’ has made us feel like parents, and children, at the same time. That’s his Leela.

A very happy 3rd birthday Shree Mohana ji! Happy Janamashtami!!!

Happy Birthday!

Happy Birthday!

Happy Birthday!

Happy Birthday!

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Do you agree?



Read this beautiful piece in today’s newspaper and thought of sharing it with you. And no, it’s not the only reason to share (as I read thousand of things every day worth sharing that i usually don’t share). To be true to myself, I am sharing it coz somewhere deep down my heart, it reaffirms my belief in the kind of life I have chosen for myself. When I opted out of full-time job scene 3 years ago (and took to freelancing), there were only questions & questions from everyone I met. My answers (of there being more to life than just job) hardly convinced anyone. I have survived lot of negativity to continue my efforts of finding peace & happiness in my life. It’s a bit morale-booster when you read something like this that reaffirms your conviction in your beliefs. A small ray of hope of being in the right direction when all the voices around you say otherwise…


Read this…

We are living in a world of professions. In the present world, it is mostly your profession that defines your identity. Everyone is Mr Profession or Ms Profession. The profession-oriented life is the generally accepted lifestyle of every man and woman.
Having a profession means living according to the dictates of the “money market”. And everyone tries to develop a professional skill that enables him to be a sharing partner in the flow of money in the market. This culture has resulted in a new phenomenon that was absent in former times, that is, living in accordance with external requirements and setting aside internal requirements. In other words, you no longer live according to what is required by your inner nature.
The result is that while everyone is a developed personality in terms of his profession, in terms of his own nature, everyone is an underdeveloped personality.
Take anyone at random and ask him about his profession. He will readily give you specific answers. If you speak to him about his professional subject, he will give you a detailed answer for every question. But, if you ask him about those issues which pertain to human life, that is, non-professional issues, then you will find that he is not mentally prepared to discuss this subject.
Once I was in a city in Europe, where I happened to meet a learned man. When I asked him about his profession, I found that he was well-disposed to share information with me. I learnt a lot from him regarding his professional field. But, at the same time, he was uncomfortable with his wife and admitted that he had decided to separate from her. I asked him the reason. He replied with some confidence: “She is an adamant person and I don’t like adamant people.” I said that his wife was doing a very tough job and so she had to be adamant to be successful in it. But, I failed to convince him. The reason was that he knew the science of profession, but was quite ignorant of the science of life.
This is true of every man and woman. Every person is living in a culture of duality. When it comes to their profession, everyone is well-equipped. But, as far as the science of life is concerned, everyone is ill-equipped. This is so common that finding an exception is very difficult.
It is not a question of balance; it is a question of priority. I am not saying that everyone should keep a balance between these two requirements. I am saying that everyone has to rightly set, or reset his priorities.
The problem is that when you try to reset your priorities, you fear that you are going to damage your commercial interests, because when your mind is engaged in intellectual issues, it will not be able to engage in money-related issues. You gain one thing, but at the same time you lose another. But, this is not a genuine excuse. You should not think in terms of money: you should think rather in terms of intellectual development. Intellectual development is so important that no excuse for neglecting it is acceptable. Adopt a simple formula: make intellectual development your first priority and then try to manage all other aspects of your life.
A lack of intellectual development is not a very simple matter. And it is the lack of intellectual development which has resulted in all those problems that are common in our present age, for example, tension, unnecessary disease, lack of peace of mind and losing that very thing that man so desperately wants – happiness.
Here’s the link:


By now, you all know how I met the love of my life two years ago. What you don’t know is what happened in between. There were many moments of shock & awe. I am confused as to how to share so much info with you all and in which chronological order. As in matters of heart, most of the things are left unsaid. Still, here’s a humble try to fill in the blanks. More than sharing, it is for myself that I am preserving those moments by recording them right here in my blog.

Day 1 (Nov 11, 2012)

A and his family came to meet me and my folks. I with my parents went to a restaurant on the highway. On the way, we picked up A’s parents and brother and sis-in-law, who were coming directly from Saharanpur. The first person I saw was A’s father and I must say that I was mighty impressed with his appearance. Tall, slim, as white as milk, French beard, topped with suit and boot…a complete aristocratic look.

A had arrived the previous day from Delhi and stay put with his brother in Chandigarh. He was coming along with them directly from there. After almost an hour’s wait, arrived A. It was nothing like love at first sight, not because something was amiss but just because (as I mentioned in my prev post) I was too skeptical about this arranged set-up.

This was the first day I saw A. He entered smilingly in a crisp white shirt. My first thoughts on seeing him were, “Not bad, a pretty decent guy.” One thing that stood out was his smile, which was quite attractive. I and A sat down for a round table conversation to discuss the most important aspect of our lives. To be honest, it was just another meeting with another guy at that moment. The conversation started with “So…what do you do?” and believe me, it was the only sensible question we asked each other.

Then we talked informally and the conversation veered from nature, the stars, the sky, our introvert nature and how we both avoid crowd and our needs to spend some quality time alone. Then, there was silence. What to talk next? I realized we talked nothing about anything that would help us in arriving at some decision. To take the flow towards some sensible talking, I asked him, “What kind of a girl are you looking at?” and laughed at myself for the question, as I hated this question from the core of my heart. Many people had asked me this before, and I always replied, “To whom my heart says yes.”
And oila, he gave the same answer to my question.

Day 2 (Nov 14, 2012)

We went over to their place. I and A were again seated across a table discussing all things but matrimony. We talked about all the vague things, from food to families to fun. Then, again a long gap. Now I thought what’s the use of this conversation? Is it helping us in deciding on something? I mean it’s okay to talk about varied things, but they should be directed towards some the aim. So, I say, “Is there anything you want to ask me that will help in arriving at some decision?” No, said A.

I thought now what? It seemed like a dead end. “Okay then, lemme know about further course of action. Is it Yes, No or you want more meetings to decide, just let me know whenever,” I said, because I was answerable to the families who were involved with us. “I toh like you a lot,” said A. I was shocked & surprised in that fraction of second. “No, still take your time and then decide,” I reiterated. He said I am saying I like you. I again said, “Good to know but still think.”

He smiled and said, “Ab toh aap na hi karwa ke manegi.” I smiled too & that was our fleeting moment of whatever you may choose to call that emotion.

Now all this was between me & A. I got no chance to talk to my family after this. We all then went to A’s house where we had tea and chit chatted. There were many family members in the house then and I think they were discussing among themselves about the whole thing. As a courtesy gesture, everyone approved of every other person and of course me & A. It was to be a normal meeting and my family was looking forward to going back home and seeing how things progress, when suddenly A’s mother said, “We like the girl a lot and would like to make her ours tomorrow.” What!!! I almost fainted.

Me & my family got a bit confused as we were not prepared for this. My mom in a bid to save the situation said, “yes, yes, sure. Let me ask my daughter first if she okay with everything.” Amidst this, everyone started asking me my decision. I said “Yes, I am okay with the guy.”

Now my family fainted. They were completely taken aback. How come their daughter (who used to fight with them over this issue of how can she say yes to a guy after only meeting twice, and that she wants at least 6 months with the guy before deciding on marriage) could say yes like this. Immediately, my mom came close to me and asked, “Tell me, are you okay with it. Should we say yes?” I said, “Yes.” She was still not convinced and thought it was just a courtesy Yes. Also, we were in minority as we just the 5 of us. A’s family was much larger in number and they were all happy, jolly & positive about the alliance and in such a large set up, it was tough to take a personal call on the issue.

I mean it was not that I had any doubts about my decision regarding A. It was just that we, as a family of 5, got no chance to discuss the whole thing. The families got taking about how to proceed further. A’s happiness was there for all to see & I am sure he would have seen mine. In this all hullabaloo, my brother came to me and asked secretly, “Didi are you sure about your decision. There is no pressure. Just tell me if you have any slightest of doubt.” I smiled and said no. I could understand his concern. Even I was shocked how could I take this decision so fast. It was just plain destiny, nothing else.

Before leaving, Dad told them that though we are okay with everything, we cannot say yes before seeking our Guru’s approval. A’s family got bit disappointed. They thought we were seeking time.

Nov 17, 2012

We met our Guruji who gave his blessings and gave dates for the wedding, 30th Nov, 2012 & Jan 17, 2013. The moment we came out after meeting him, my dad called up A’s and gave him the good news. The families sort of went into hysteria. Even I could not believe it was happening. A kind of riot broke out. Nobody could contain their happiness, it was overflowing. Our families decided to keep the engagement ceremony the next day, as it was Sunday & a day that suited all. It was too quick for me to swallow but it was a happy change. However, in all this over-excitement, our families fixed up our wedding for Nov 30th. I was not at all happy with such a rush. After all, I had met A only twice. I wanted at least some time to know him better. I tried to convince my family to postpone the date but they were too happy to listen to me. All my happiness vanished thinking of marriage within few days. It was totally unacceptable to me. When A called up to congratulate me, we were both amused at our engagement the next day. I asked him if he was okay with the marriage date, he said it was too fast but okay. I told him I am not okay and want to postpone it. He said he was rushing from Delhi to Saharanpur and would come to Ambala midway to discuss things.

The things went a bit out of control from hereon. It was 5 pm already and we were still in Chandigarh. Preparations had to be done for the engagement the next day at 11 am. On our way back to Ambala, discussions after discussions followed about the whole thing but the wedding date proved to be a dampener. I was lost totally. My family was in no mood to relent. They were shocked as to why I was not happy and I was shocked at their decision. It was an emotional turmoil. I cried & cried but got no support from anyone, except my brother who was in Pune at that time. He understood my point and tried to convince my family. They finally said if A is okay with postponing the date, only then they will do so.

A reached my home at 11 in the night. My eyes were fluffy due to all the crying. From there, we went to a nearby restaurant and discussed the turn of events. I simply told him one thing, ” Whatever happens will happen, but I don’t want to marry a stranger. At least we should be friends before we see each other in the mandap. Rest I leave to God.” He didn’t say much and told me to let the things happen as they are happening.

Nov 18, 2012

It was to be one of the most b’ful day of my life, but with too much of stress for us as a family. Booking a restaurant, managing the whole function, and to top it all, getting the engagement rings. We got a shop opened at 10 am and shortlisted the best from whatever rings we had. Whoa, what a day!

Finally, we got engaged and the WOW moment was when before exchanging the rings, A told me he has talked to his family and they have decided to postpone the wedding to Jan 17, 2013. Can’t tell you what a moment it was. It was the beginning of love & respect for the man who was to be my soulmate. It was the best gift he gave to me. For, the next two months were the most b’ful months of my life.

Finally, on Jan 17, 2013, amidst dark clouds, thunderstorm and rains, we took our sacred vows of marriage and began our b’ful journey of togetherness.

Happy Anniversary A! You mean the world to me!!!






Why I Cannot Be Rich!

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After more than 3 decades of my existence on this earth, I am finally convinced that I cannot be rich (financially) in this birth. Few years ago, I had some hopes of making it big in life and being a part of the famous ‘rags to riches’ story that will take the world (okay…make it country) by storm. I kept hoping against hope that may be some day, my stars will shine, throwing away Rahu, Ketu and Shani out of my horoscope and placing Kuber devta in my life. But not anymore.

Now I am fully convinced that me & money have a long way to go before we become friends, and I have my own reasons for that…


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I don’t wish it from my heart

I am a firm believer of the fact that if you want something from deep inside your heart, you get it without a doubt (or jab kisi cheez ko dil se chaho to sari kainat tumhe usse milane me lag jati hai, it sounds musical this way, no?). You know what it is to wish for something with your heart & soul? When day & night, you feel a void and pray for “that something” to fill your life. It could be anything, something as inane as a good dress to a palatial house, some good professional position, certain kind of a lifestyle, some sacred relationships to a spiritual high. It could be anything & money certainly is not that in my life. And believe me, it cannot happen without God’s evil (or good) plans (I don’t want to upset God more). Whenever I decide that enough is enough and I need to pray to God and ask for money, something happens in my head and heart, and the prayer for money never comes. I have tried this many times but always failed. Hence, I am not rich. Sigh!!!

 I don’t want to work full-time

In spite of working for almost 10 years, I gave up my full-time job a few years ago and don’t intend to join the rat race anytime soon (God willing). I do want to work but not full-time. Since then, I have been taking up freelance & contractual projects, through which I earn peanuts. In spite of many decent options, I am not yet ready to give up my freedom to earn some bucks. I have earned the tag of “just being a housewife”, have been accused of “wasting my education” but none of these allegations have made me change my decision. My freedom is still my priority. So, at a time when most of my friends are employed and building on their assets like a house, property for investment, big cars, saving for kids…I am the odd one out who is just watching other people grow rich. Sigh!!!

P.S: To top it all, most of the time, it’s family & friends who want just some little help with writing, proofing or just polishing some work (remember my post on Parrot). Even now, I have work piling up on my table but (yes, you guessed it right) it’s all for free. Sigh!!!

Saving is not in my genes

Saving? Did I say saving? What is that…I think I read or heard this word somewhere, may be in a dictionary or business channel… coz this word does not exist in my word list. No matter how much money I earned, my bank balance never grew. It remained the same. Credit is what comes, debit is what goes, I learned this definition only after watching Fukrey, not before that. With such poor financial knowledge and planning, do you think I can be rich? I know the answer. Sigh!!!

If I have to choose between ‘Think & Grow Rich’ and ‘Autobiography of a Yogi’ , I will choose the latter

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(Pic: From Net)

(Pic: From Net)

Don’t know why but I will. I have been reading spiritual (it started with self-help) books since ages, even when the time was to read “Get rich quickly types of book.” May be I thought if God was on my side, who will need the money. The irony is I have become a perfect case of “Maya Mili Na Ram”. Sigh!!!

Between rich husband and love, I chose Love

(Pic: From Net (cartoonstock.com)

(Pic: From Net (cartoonstock.com)

If you cannot be rich, marry a rich guy or vice-versa. I, however, went the other way round and chose love. So, whatever last hopes I had of money flowing in my bank account, were dashed. Sigh!!!