Vagaries of a vagabond

Give to me the life I love, Let the lave go by me, Give the jolly heaven above And the byway nigh me. Bed in the bush with stars to see, Bread I dip in the river - There's the life for a man like me, There's the life for ever... ~ Robert Louis Stevenson

Sunday, May 24, 2020

Happiness..

Much ink has been spilt on the elusive meaning of happiness. The bards of yesteryears sang couplets about it and the great Yogis graciously shared their hard earned secrets with us. Hell, the internet spilt the ink right before us... and yet it is but ‘invisible ink.’ 

My fingers soothe the stray strands of stiff silver, sticking out indignantly. When did my body start protesting my age?!  Will the ‘secret’ be revealed with age? 

I turn the clock backwards, determined to relive the last moment of sheer happiness I experienced. Pushing past thick bristles, searching, searching, I finally land upon that wondrous moment last Thanksgiving. Light of mind as the lightest feather, dancing upon the sunbeams. Sheer unbridled joy! What was different then? Everything! 

That happiness did not come from success or achievement. It came from a feather light mind that revealed in the moment and the beauty in front of me. Aaaah to float on that blissful cloud again. What I wouldn’t give. 




Monday, February 04, 2013

A blast from the past

My life has become a never ending maze of timelines and deadlines and more timelines and deadlines. There is rarely an opportunity to sit back, collect the plethora of thoughts dancing around in my head and force them onto paper. Alas for all those lost thoughts!

Today I walked into a time machine with a dear friend from a different time and age. We revisited places and memories that we hadn't in more than 15 years..I was absolutely euphoric to find that most things had remained untouched. The colors were just as vivid, the grass just as green and the glee just as delicious! I found myself skipping across sunlit meadows, my heart brimming with unbridled joy! Aah memories...where would be without them!

Sunday, June 07, 2009

Domestic Violence; It's EVERYBODY'S Business!


I'm back to this space after a long time. Yes 2 years is indeed a very long time! Some of you that read my blog, might wonder about my fancy for debatable, 'righteous' topics. The truth is, I write in spurts. Most often when I feel very passionately about something and that passion spills into words.

A few days back, I attended a seminar organized by one of the women’s organizations in my bank, LEAD. The topic was ‘Domestic Violence’ (DV) and its effect on the workplace. LEAD had invited a lady called Brooke McMurray, the founder of ‘Safe Horizon,’ a leading DV victim’s assistance organization. As I sat and listened to Brooke’s story, I was stunned and a little disbelieving at the same time. How could an educated woman like her be subject to such abuse (shoved down the stairs, pushed out of a running car, tied up and beaten etc..) by her Ivy League, investment banker husband??? I wondered if she was exaggerating her story and also the statistics that she rattled off – 1 in every 3 women reported abuse by a partner, 1 in 5 employed women are victims of DV and so on.

Then I saw a short movie clip depicting DV in an affluent home, the victim, a (seemingly) strong professional lady.

(You can watch the trailer here: http://www.safehorizon.org/safework/ta_(un)safe_trailer.htm )

I could feel the terror and the shame the woman in the clip experienced, and yet it could be any one of us -- my family..my friends.. the people i know and care about. We are so fortunate that our families are safe and none of us has ever had to experience something like this. But it is still so important to be aware of it, because it could be happening to so many people we know. And when they come out with their stories, we must not be distrusting and assume that perhaps the women are at fault (a lot of people tend to do that). We must draw them out, listen to them and give them all the help we can.

I personally know 2 girls that have been victims of DV. One of them is a close friend’s sister. She was tortured by her first husband – again pushed down the stairs, stubbed with cigarettes, beaten up, locked in the house..the list goes on. After 2 years of torture, she finally gathered the courage to ‘escape.’ She stuffed a bag with some clothes and her passport and ran away to a friend’s house and finally fled the country. She was in the UK at that time. She came to the US and lived alone for 3 years, battling her nightmares and trying to move on. Finally a few years back, she married again. Unfortunately for her, this husband turned out to be a monster as well. He chided her all the time, beat her, kept all her money, locked up her passport and when she was pregnant, ordered her to ’behave’ or else threatened to divorce her – he actually got a divorce paper, forced her to sign it and then each time she ‘misbehaved,’ would dangle it in front of her threatening to sign it himself! One cold winter night she slept in the car in the garage because she could not bear to be in the same house with him. This was a few years back. Since then, she had the child, but I dunno how she is now. I suspect her husband is still the same monster that he was.

One of V’s friend’s sister got married a few years back and came with her husband to CA. The brother visited them often, but some months after the marriage, whenever V inquired after his sister, the guy would remain mum. He started making frequent trips to CA and would never tell anyone why. 1.5 years later, he confessed, that his sister was a victim of DV. Her husband did all of the above things and even tried to kill her at one time. Turned out that he was suffering from depression. He tortured her for more than a year before she finally fled with the help of her relatives.

Again, I am so grateful to God for the blessings he has showered on us. I pray that all of you always always always remain safe and empowered. And I pray the same for your families as well.

Saturday, September 30, 2006

Home away from home


This is 'Hamburg Hall,' home to the Heinz School, my alma mater. I feel priviliged to be here!

Saturday, May 27, 2006

Pittsburgh and a new life

It finally happened. I did land up at the school I always wanted to go to!

The Carnegie Mellon University at Pittsburgh is my new home, away from home and I know I will cherish every moment of the next arduous year that I will spend here. I have two really nice aptmates and a great course to do! What more could a girl ask for :) Oh ok, well there are a million other things that I could probably ask for, but now this is what keeps me happy and smiling!

Pittsburgh is such a pretty place, up above sea level, with a landscape to die for! There is green green ivy all around, that covers almost everything in sight. The walls of the brick red buildings, the 'Village Pizza' wall, nearly hiding the board that identifies the quaint place, tree trunks and of course the vast vast lands. I feel like wrapping some of the ivy around me :)

There are cute shops waiting to be discovered at every corner, plump squirrels hopping wild with joy, flower beds in magnificant colours of red, violet and yellow, brick and stone houses with thin ribbons of smoke curling up from their chimneys, houses that remind me of Scarlet O' Hara and her beloved Tara. There are dogs I have never seen before. Jet black poodles, darker than the koel in my eyes, miniature dogs, and even sled dogs! Yes, I distinctly saw a lady the other night, walking a white dog that looked just the sled dogs of Antartica! My heart leapt with excitement and I nearly ran over to pat her. Oh well! Yea dogs do excite me :P

I love a lot of things here and am so grateful to God for the chance he gave me. I bow to him with utmost faith.