Right from the time we know how to dream, we have these things that we want to do..

I remember as a child the first thing that I craved to do was the have a bite of chocolates.. more because my Dad had forbidden the consumption of chocolates till after I was five years.

The other yearning I would have was to be outdoors… just walking aimlessly, kinda getting lost without getting lost.. I was very young mind you and at that time, going out alone was out of the question… and I would look out of my hill house window at the pine trees and wonder how it would be to walk around like the adults too with that air of purpose…

Then I remember the urge to have a taste of the big hailstones that would gather during those heavy hailstorms…

As I grew up, my dreams increased, my wishes grew and one by one… with the help of some magical powers, the wishes were fulfilled….

Even through turbulent times, the wishes remained entrenched… doubts would not be allowed to enter that space of dreams..  🙂

In keeping with that context… food is an essential part of my life… just like creating, music, books, movies and so on… I use many mediums to keep inspiring myself.. .

One of the root path of my life is to keep learning.. and never stop… once I learn, I want to learn more…. it could be in any part of my life… learn from books, people, experience and my own self discovery…

Food and cooking is something like art to me.. it relaxes me and also helps me nourish myself.. Recently I have been on a journey to discover more and more homemade and saatvic food as part of including into my staple diet… something which i can do from scratch, have fresh and without any artificial add ons.

Hence my wishes grew…

At a very gross level, I had a couple  of things I want to do… in terms of food.

  • Learn how to bake like an expert – Make some specific items… I have in mind.. 🙂 .. – Work in progress.
  • Learn how to make Biryani like an expert muslim mother… feeding her family lovingly… nothing fancy but which nourishes the soul..  (Don’t ask me why… but I somehow pictured a loving mom preparing this amazingly awesome biryani and feeding her family with immense joy and satisfaction – love shining out forth while her family enjoys the feast… – And I wanted to cook like that… and learn from someone like that … directly or indirectly – Somehow I knew that if i modelled the whole process, the biryani would turn out magic…  and the search was on… and EUREKA… I did finally find that elusive picture and recipe which just FIT in my being )  – BANG I had a biryani which I wanted to make anytime.. and I ticked that off my list..
  • Make a Burger like the way I like it but with millet – Work in progress
  • Make crepes the way I like it…  – Am exploring this as well…  the Indian… Work in progress.
  • And many more – the points keep adding.. ….

When I was a child, I would always wonder at my friends mother making such amazing pickles. My family did not make pickles. Mom was a working woman and did not have the time or the patience to do that and neither did my aunts..  I learnt other ways of cooking from them later…  but pickles… was like store bought…  And our house was not big on pickles either..

When I would go visiting my ancestral village, there would be lines and lines of pickle jars which my father’s sister would put in the sun. I would love tasting them when she would let us have it.

Sour Lemon Pickle - Made with only Salt, Chilli powder and lemon juice... Zero oil. Can be eaten after 3-4 days of resting..

Sour Lemon Pickle – Made with only Salt, Chilli powder and lemon juice… Zero oil. Can be eaten after 3-4 days of resting..

My curiosity was piqued from those days and I had this deep desire to learn how to make them.  And I waited for an opportunity.. It had to be right time. After marriage, I had my in-laws side gifting me with homemade pickles and they taught me some as well since it was so simple.. They knew my love for the sweet and sour and hot homemade pickles…

I knew it took time and season and it was a different space of creating altogether… So I kept collecting pickles from sources around.. searching for them in my travels and digging out women who made them by hand and bought from them at the farmer’s markets and so on. North, South, East and West, a tiny part of my journey was to always taste their unique pickles unobtrusively whenever I got the chance… and that journey continues..

Rocky having the art of creating in food in common with me also dabbled in a few pickles with success… He knew I loved them… so well… And I waited… to make the one that I liked most..

Fast Forward to now.. – While doing yoga teacher’s course, I had this wonderful yogi colleague who was selling pickles made by her mom.

And the ones that I loved… Sweet and Sour Lemon, Sweet Chilli Pickle and so on. WHAM…

 

My urge to master this was reborn again…. and this time… I thought I will do it…

Thanks to technology and many videos, I chose the one that suited me best… and worked on 4 different pickles.

  1. Raw Mango Instant pickle – easy to make and consume – remains fresh and has very few ingredients.
  2. Lemon Salt and sour Pickle – one we have with curd rice… this is without adding any hot oil and again extremely simple..
  3. Lemon Sweet and sour Pickle – this was my main item – I loved it and it gets better with age… I went the natural way rather then using the shortcuts. It will take 20 to 25 days…  And its looking good now..
  4. Sweet and hot chilli pickle –  I loved it but this was a big failure… will try again.. 🙂  ( the weather was not conducive to the process )

 

I have to try the instant sweet and sour pickle.. which does not need the resting time… anyways, next time..

And Viola….  there you have it dear blog, another point off my bucket list..  🙂

Courage is contagious. When a brave man takes a stand, the spines of others are often stiffened. – Billy Graham

As we grow older into our years.. there are lots of events that we as humans tend to go through.  Every event does a take away or adds a little to make you into a better you or a worse you.

My objective has been always to live with intention and not out of habit and everytime, I come across events in my life… the first thought before any action I undertake is consciously examine the intention…

So cancer has been kind of a common friend the past few years where I have lost may souls and sometimes, I just shunned the whole process of pain which my friends went through it. Even when they discussed with me, the focus for me was to ease them out of their state and have them focus on something light other than the whole process…

As my roommate went from one step to the next, my heart would beat faster and faster till I wanted to shut down the whole thing and I knew she was slipping away and yet… I held on …. for some fragments of the gross body I knew of her… till I lost her completely…. it was exhausting, went on a fine guilt trip after that… for not being more kinder… or more understanding… .sigh…

And slowly the counts of cancer increased in the space of friends and relatives I knew… and I intended that I will have to be just there…. for the ones that wanted me… it was a learning phase… some lived, some passed on.. I desperately held on to compassion through joy and tears…

And just when I thought I was getting there… I had another close friend go through a very advanced stage and this time the lesson was staring me at my face…  everything that I was telling myself.. went for a toss.. and I started the whole process of anger… ( knowing that there was no reason and yet… ) Denial… being fatalistic… and even rebellion… life not just being fair and all that … feeling of helplessness, a strange chaos growing inside me… and I can only express in copious tears… which just does not end… how long.. and what is the intention I need to keep to face this again… coz compassion was not helping me… this time…

But I must tell you, my courageous and very strong friend taught me new lessons of resilience, strength, and quiet courage… and how we can flow continuously despite the obstacles… and I took courage from her… everytime now I think of anything… impossible,  this soul lights the way.. in her own way…

Sometimes, one thinks one has cracked it and when we feel comfortable.. BANG comes something to test all that we think that we have learnt and “know”

Wanted to put this down as a reminder… to myself that courage enhances wisdom.

From standing far, I stand with bowed head, admiring the courage of the souls who are going through similar process of living and coming out a winner… and raring to live joyfully despite all… and I pray that I have that courage to continue… to live…

When my will fades, its from these souls, I take the strength to move on and go forth…

Again, putting this down as part of my thoughts…my steps to live.. the days when there are no steps…

And my friend continues to fight… bravely…. and is recovering so fast and so well that I can only dance with thanks and joy for this blessing… prayers for the continuance of strength, courage, life and joy…

And as I hear of another friend just in the beginning of the battle… I stand still and imbibe a lot of courage from inside thanks to that beautiful soul… who taught me to swim through the tough waters through her own experience…. I just send her warmth and loads of love and prayers… that yes it will be alright… it will be alright….  Hold on.. and keep walking…

My thoughts are with you both and with all the souls who are going through similar experience…

Am always inspired by Rupi Kaur.
Many of her thoughts strike a chord… even if its with a different context
 
The fact of me being comfortable with myself…
From being the single girl child where the father would prefer a boy child… from being shunned to do many things at crucial times, because I was a girl… till I proved that I would do it despite all the rules… 🙂
 
From having to prove myself and my own existence of being a hybrid ( a byproduct of two different ethnicity). Being the only one of that kind in my father’s family, the rejection and ridicule overwhelmed the precious joy of being just myself… till one day… like Rupi says, I opened all windows and decided to live the way I wanted to live…
 
And after a long while…. after searching for questions… who I was… and where did I belong…. I did get some beautiful answers…… and yes, I also talked to the 5 year old me and the teenage me where the confusion and the bitterness was at its peak… ( as if the drama of hormones were not enough)…. that my body was my actual home…
 
And all my little selves who had been rejected by the so called validators of breed… were welcome… and we were safe in this body… in this shell that I have chosen this lifetime…
 
The last few lines again are amazing… about what is home… home is where I am, where I am at peace… where I live in joy despite gender bias, despite mis-expectations, despite everything that tries to stop the growth and cohesion of my identity which I am quite happy about…. Took me a while… but yeah…. roots redefined, roots revisited with a different perspective and it all makes so much sense… and its so natural….

Sometimes thoughts just seep into you giving words to your feelings.

I was just searching for something Zen for a change from the Sutras… and I loved what I came across… Had to record this in my blog. Interesting how we all ultimately talk about the same thing.. irrespective of any forms of philosophy… I thought it was a beautiful representation.  I picked this up from the net and had to put it here for me get back at it whenever I could…

Ten Bulls Of Zen

The ‘Ten Bulls of Zen’ (or alternatively the ‘Ten Ox-herding Pictures of Zen’) is a metaphoric depiction of stages of self-realization, involving an ox-herder (representing the seeker or the separate self) and an ox or bull (representing our true, primordial nature, or the Ground of existence). It remains one of the best models for describing the awakening process.

It unfolds in ten stages that define the relationship of our mind to the deepest truth of reality. Initially this deepest truth, symbolized by the bull, appears separate from the seeker, but eventually it ‘disappears’ (or is forgotten) representing the realization that the separate self (the seeker) has never truly been separate from what it seeks.

The Ten Bulls of Zen was originally a creation of the Taoist tradition in China, but was developed and enhanced by the 12th century C.E. Chinese Cha’an (Zen) master Kuo-an Shih-yuan (Kakuan Shien), depicted above. The Ten Bulls defines the stages of awakening as follows, with Kakuan’s commentary in italics (as with many of the old texts there are several different translations into English; what follows is but one version).

I. The Search for the Bull
In the pasture of this world, I endlessly push aside the tall grasses in search of the bull. Following unnamed rivers, lost upon the interpenetrating paths of distant mountains, my strength failing and my vitality exhausted, I cannot find the bull. I only hear the locusts chirring through the forest at night.

The seeker looks for the bull (symbolic of his or her true nature, the ‘Buddha-mind’). This is the beginning of the path. It is usually heralded by a fundamental disappointment with one’s life, and a recognition, however dim, that we have been living a life governed by endless distractions leading us down endless garden paths of empty conventions, fads, and general nonsense. The search for the real meaning of our life begins: we are now seeking, however uncertainly, the bull. In the context of meditation, this can be thought of as marking our initial efforts as we sit.

2. Discovering the Footprints
Along the riverbank under the trees, I discover footprints! Even under the fragrant grass I see his prints. Deep in remote mountains they are found. These traces no more can be hidden than one’s nose, looking heavenward.

The footprints of the bull are spotted. This is the point when the seeker’s confidence in the reality of the bull—in the real possibility of awakening—begins to grow. It could be said to represent the conviction that the possibility of salvation or liberation from the bondage of the mind and its powerful delusions is real. In meditation, it marks the progress that is noted as the mind begins to focus more clearly.

3. First sight of the Bull
I hear the song of the nightingale. The sun is warm, the wind is mild, willows are green along the shore, here no bull can hide! What artist can draw that massive head, those majestic horns?

The bull is spotted! The bull appears far away, perhaps even hiding behind a bush, but now there is no doubt that it is real. Visual confirmation has happened. This stage marks the first glimpse of the underlying principle of mysticism, that all that is perceived is ultimately not separate from the mind that perceives it. This can be likened to an initial awakening, usually called satori or kensho in Zen. It is an incomplete realization — symbolised by the fact that the seeker only sees the bull’s hindquarters, not its entirety — because it is going to require sustained discipline and a great passion for truth in order to deepen this realization and begin to integrate it into one’s daily life.

4. Catching the Bull
I seize him with a terrific struggle. His great will and power are inexhaustible. He charges to the high plateau far above the cloud-mists, or in an impenetrable ravine he stands. 

The bull is ‘caught’, but the seeker’s relationship with him is rocky. What this implies is that even after an initial glimpse into our true nature, unruly mental states—in particular, strong feelings and emotions—still arise. In many cases, these difficult mind states arise even more strongly after our initial awakening, because the mind is putting up its natural resistance to change. The bull is ‘wild’. Despite our initial glimpse, we are still very much in the grips of our unconscious mind with its habits and agendas. This is a crucial step, one in which many seekers of truth fail to successfully pass through.

5. Taming the Bull
The whip and rope are necessary, else he might stray off down some dusty road. Being well trained, he becomes naturally gentle. Then, unfettered, he obeys his master.

If we successfully negotiate the previous stage — by applying real discipline and commitment to our path — we now reap the benefits. The 5th stage refers to the important realization that all thoughts arising in the mind are manifestation of our true nature. All is as it is, and must be seen that way (as opposed to being ‘made wrong’—‘this should not be the way it is’). With this realization, our mind begins to settle and to work with us, rather than against us.

6. Riding the Bull Home
Mounting the bull, slowly I return homeward. The voice of my flute intones through the evening. Measuring with hand-beats the pulsating harmony, I direct the endless rhythm. Whoever hears this melody will join me.

The sixth stage represents a deepening of understanding, and the corresponding tendency to disengage from exhausting mental struggle. Krishna, in the Bhagavad Gita[14:24-25] makes reference to this state when he remarks to Arjuna, ‘Who dwells in his inner self, and is the same in pleasure and pain; to whom gold or stones or earth are one, and what is pleasing and displeasing leave him in peace; who is beyond both praise and blame, and whose mind is steady and quiet; Who is the same in honor or disgrace, and has the same love for enemies or friends…’ It is here where we begin to move beyond duality, and all the reactive states (attraction-repulsion) and subsequent sufferings that arise from that.

7. The Bull Transcended (Bull Forgotten, Self Alone)
Astride the bull, I reach home. I am serene. The bull too can rest. The dawn has come. In blissful repose, within my thatched dwelling I have abandoned the whip and rope.

This stage marks the classic definition of enlightenment, when it is finally and directly understood that the seeker (the egoic self) and the bull (the Buddha-mind, our real nature) are not separate, and never have been. Prior to this the journey of awakening has been an ‘experience’—requiring a ‘me’ to experience this ‘awakening’. At the seventh stage, the central illusion of this separation is radically realized. There is no bull, and there never has been. We then begin to understand that enlightenment is not an experience. It cannot be, as experiences arise and fall away. Enlightenment is simply the direct recognition of our true nature — already here and now — which is unqualified and unconditioned and does not arise and fall away. This stage is sometimes characterized by the recognition that our meditation practice cannot ‘get’ us anything, as ordinary reality is already the case, and is already our true nature. Thus, we do not meditate to get anywhere, we meditate to enjoy what is already the case.

8. Both Bull and Self Transcended (or Forgotten)
Whip, rope, person, and bull—all merge in No-Thing. This heaven is so vast no message can stain it. How may a snowflake exist in a raging fire? Here are the footprints of the patriarchs.

The eighth stage is a deepening and maturing of the seventh stage; here, all vestiges of what Chogyam Trungpa called ‘spiritual materialism’, or what Zen calls the ‘awful smell of enlightenment’, the subtle self-consciousness of ‘being awake’—‘I am awake and therefore special’—is extinguished. Roshi Kapleau, in his commentary on this stage, linked it to an old Chinese parable of a man who became enlightened, and experienced birds ‘commemorating’ the occasion by showering him with flowers. As his enlightenment deepened, the birds stopped doing this, ‘as he no longer gave off any aura, even of devotion or virtue’. With the previous stage (the seventh) the bull — the notion of a ‘higher truth’ — is forgotten, as it is radically realized that ordinary reality isthe Ground of truth. With the eighth stage, the very self that is realizing all this is also forgotten. All is Reality, empty, whole, and complete. Therefore, all reactive tendencies toward others (attraction or repulsion) are released and freedom from dualistic delusions is realized.

9. Reaching the Source
Too many steps have been taken returning to the root and the source. Better to have been blind and deaf from the beginning! Dwelling in one’s true abode, unconcerned with that without—the river flows tranquilly on and the flowers are red.

This stage marks resting in the full recognition of the Source as ‘consciousness without an object’. It can be understood as the complete penetration of Ramana Maharshi’s ultimate koan, ‘Who am I?’ It is the return to the center from which all thoughts and the entire universe arises: pure Consciousness itself, self-radiant without cause or object, unqualified and perfect. Things are as they are: the ‘river flows tranquilly on and the flowers are red’. Nothing is the same because now our eyes are open. And yet nothing has changed — the entire universe remains as it has always been. The river flows and the flowers are red. We had to seek truth to realize that there is nothing to seek: the very reality that we are immersed in is the truth, and we are that reality.

10. In the World (Entering the Marketplace with Helping Hands)
Barefooted and naked of breast, I mingle with the people of the world. My clothes are ragged and dust-laden, and I am ever blissful. I use no magic to extend my life; now, before me, the dead trees become alive.

In some of the parables of the tenth stage, the seeker (now a finder) re-enters the world with a gourd, traditionally used for holding wine. The wine can be seen as symbolic of the true sage’s embrace of life and willingness to share their enlightenment with society and the world. It is an echo of an old idea found in many wisdom traditions that any deep spiritual realization must ultimately be shared in some way with the world for it to have lasting value and meaning.

The 10th stage also speaks to the tradition of the ‘crazy-wise’ teachers, who seek to utilize any means to awaken others—even by entering into, and participating in, their ‘reality-tunnels’ or private dream-worlds. According to Mahayana Buddhist teachings a true ‘crazy wisdom master’ is only one who has reached a profound level of awakening and has been purified of character defilement. This enables them to enter into any dimension of reality without concern of becoming tainted and thereby having their clarity, or motives, for helping others compromised.

 

So when you pray for something real bad, you get it.. I always tell myself to be careful what I pray for… many a times, I just did not know that things turn around so quick…

Two years back, every second, I would pray for sometime for myself to figure out my next steps in my life.. I did not want to do a job just for the sake of doing a job and earning money and continue with all the riff raff of fighting for a place in the pyramid. It was exhausting. Even when my concerned colleagues who would have definitely thought, I have gone down the bend :), asked me, I was like, I will have to figure out.. I mean who does that… ? Was I crazy…  But it was like that time.. when I needed to take stock of what to do with the remaining years of my life… and I needed to do something which was meaningful to me.

It started with the withdrawal symptoms of a workaholic… was going insane without the work routine… But I am glad I went through it all… found things to do I have had long time on my bucket list about me…

Spending time with self (loved that part – I was losing myself) , knowing what to do besides the usual and expected, drawing, designing to my hearts content, learning shlokas, getting acquainted with Sanskrit, getting initiated into the next step of spiritual practice which was a long time coming… and then Yoga.

Prayers and mediation and requesting for guidance from the Divine Mother… on

what to do… what to do… what to do…

This reminds me of the song

We’re goin’ on a bear hunt
(We’re goin’ on a bear hunt)
We’re going to catch a big one,
(We’re going to catch a big one,)I’m not scared
(I’m not scared)
What a beautiful day!
(What a beautiful day!)

Uh-uh!
Grass!
Long wavy grass.
We can’t go over it.
We can’t go under it.
Oh no!
We’ve got to go through it!
Swishy swashy! Swishy swashy! Swishy swashy!

Chorus: We’re going on a bear hunt…

……..

It took 8 months to be peaceful and after that, and just like that, the calling came…  but once my cup was empty, the new thoughts slowly started trickling.. so many new possibilities…

All I knew was that I wanted to do something which had purpose, meaning and made my life worth living, which included all the squishy squashy parts…   I prayed for the opportunity to do something with a brand I believed in, a brand that valued people, a brand that gave back to people and not just excelled in making slaves out of them, a brand that brought in positivity in people’s lives daily.. and well, the calling came…

Taking the certification was not easy.. but it gave me purpose and I discovered so much about myself. Doing Yoga at the studios and learning and living Yoga everyday of the moment with a group of like minded people with a similar mindset…

Being certified to teach Yoga and actually teaching Yoga is like the icing on the cake. I like to think I am still a student and will be studying every day… and what better way to close the circle to share what I learn to the community around me… and make it a job out of it… what more could I ask for but to keep learning… as I grow…

So yes… thank you dear Divine Mother for answering my prayers…

Cannot forget the friends and my family who have supported me so much..

It is a mountain I have to climb… but then I am from the mountains… guess I am in my element…. rain or shine..

Today I sit and write this so that when I am down or out, I can read this and remind myself about this lesson I am learning… the memory gets tricky…