Dear Krishna,

In times of doubt, help me remember that You are with me always. That I am okay right now. And that the heartwarming sun and the thunderous rainfall form part of the supreme orchestra.



Look who‘s in my home now.




I miss writing just for the sake of writing. Without wondering if there is a flow in what I am putting down, whether it is coherent or not, or fretting over whether it is worth writing or not. Whatever comes below might not totally make sense.

I believe in me. I’ve been taught to and I have learnt how to. And no one should be made to feel ashamed of that. Self-confidence should not be confused with arrogance. Hell no. But then how can I expect everyone be able to understand that? hah…see what I did there?

It is such a priceless feeling to see one of your loved ones holding her newborn in her arms. And an equally crushing feeling to realise that you are not by her side to give her a comforting hug, one to take away all the tiredness that she must be feeling.

He was right all along. There came a time when moving my fingers across the frets became kind of second nature, where the notes just felt right, when a feeling of peace and enjoyment came over me when playing, and an accompanying feeling of happiness and anticipation, knowing that there is still so much more I have not yet figured out.

Did I make the right choice? But then, in what way does the answer matter?

Listening to songs makes me relive so many memories with a heavy heart.

Why should some kids go through so many life experiences which harm their good hearts? Compassion is so not enough most of the time.

it is sad when you realise that sarcasm became part of your everyday conversation, however much you try to guard against it.

Sunsets still make my heart tingle and I cherish my Wednesday trips back home.


I took the bus today, to a well-known location for an aptitude test in order to gauge whether I had enough basic skills to join a more formal music training course.

She sat next to me. Long hair, ‘open’ face and a couple of bags to which she held on to. She seemed interested when she heard me telling the bus ‘ticket person’ which bus station I would be getting down at. And she did not hesitate to strike up a conversation.

Not about the weather, ongoing political drama or what not. No, no small talk. We talked about our interest in what we were doing for a living and as a hobby. The importance of self-care above all else. How keeping ‘me’ happy is the key to keeping everyone else around happy. Was I happy?, she asked with wide, warm eyes. We talked about detachment in order to find oneself. She had been a young widow, she shared, and teaching her three kids to find themselves had been her mission.

‘Be happy’ she blessed me when she reached her stop.

How I love ‘stranger talk’, and how blessed I feel when He sends my way an old soul with warm eyes and an understanding heart.


It’s been six months since I joined this place, and, despite all my optimism, I’m not sure whether I’ll be back. Although I said goodbye to that same environment a few miles across the sea sometime last year, here I found myself. Absolutely no reason to give up the faith and belief now, right?

It’s usually the type of environment which people hope to get away from, pray not to come back to and rejoice in closing the door after. I don’t. Not because I love it here, but because this is one of the few places where there is a thirst for selfless Seva. It is one of the rare places in our material society whereby the only choice is to find and mould selfless service in oneself else you lose yourself, where you have to train yourself to wipe the tears of the darkness of humanity, in the hope of finding a ray of sunshine beneath. How do find it, if you don’t believe it is there in the first place?

To all the souls who keep helping me fix a small part of the Me puzzle in order to understand how You and I are Him – thank you.

18 Feb 2015, 2.36pm

Retrieved from phone

23 Jan 2012

I can now understand the fascination some have for road trips ~ 6 hours on the road with a group of strangers, only a 20-min break in between, rumbling of the engine and thunder if you are lucky; with munchies, music, a book and your thoughts as the only thing to occupy your mind ~ can be strangely liberating. Amazing.

I should do that again.

Hari Om

Dearest Krishna,

That inexplicable joy and peace I always experience when I think of you guides me through thunderstorms and burning sunbeams.How veiled by Maya am I, that I so often become depressed when contemplating “those things which go wrong in my life, around me, because of my decisions” – the identification with the Self never fails to bring us sorrow.

Let me always remember that I am indeed your Bansuri, through which but a dash of your all-powerful energy strives to produce enchanting music through word, thought and deed. Hare Krishna!

I know I have posted this song before, but such is my love for it. This must be a live recording if I am not mistaken, even more beautiful than I remember:

Lyrics & translation from here.

Hey Govind Hey Gopaal Hey Dayaal Laal.

Paraan Naath Anaath Sakhay Deen Darad Nivaar.

He Samrath Agam Pooran Mohi Mayaa Dhaar.

Andh Koop Mahaa Bhayaan Naanak Paar Utaar.

O Lord of the Universe, O Lord of the World, O Dear Merciful Beloved.

You are the Master of the breath of life, the Companion of the lost and forsaken, the Destroyer of the pains of the poor.

O All-powerful, Inaccessible, Perfect Lord, please shower me with Your Mercy.

Please, carry Nanak across the terrible, deep dark pit of the world to the other side.