On Relationships and Marriage

Today is a big day in US history. The US Supreme Court finally ruled that the Constitution supports same-sex marriage. It took many years to get here and a lot of anguish and tears. It is a sweet victory. I have many gay and lesbian friends and I am very happy for them. Everyone deserves to love and be loved and as we live in a society, this love deserves to be recognized as legitimate, in the eyes of the law and humanity.

As I rejoice with my friends, I also reflect today on relationships and marriage. My relationship and marriage spanning over two decades came to an end last year, and over the last year I have had the opportunity to review this issue from many angles. During the initial days, it was very emotional, but as time went by, I have had some distance from the event to look at it objectively. I am not going to write an essay on what went wrong in my life nor delve in what-if scenarios, for there is no end to that thought process and it does not lead to any satisfactory resolution. I think a better topic would be to write about what I learned from the last 24 years of my life. May be it will be worth something to someone someday.

Road to Happiness


There are two major aspects of a successful relationship - first, careful selection of the mate, and two, development of a partnership.

Selection of a Mate. I now believe that selection of the right person is of utmost importance. Infact I think that it is better to live alone than spend the time with a person who is not appropriate for you. After all, we select a mate with the intent of having a peaceful and lasting relationship, if the selection is not compatible, a lot of energy is spent on trying to 'fix' problems which could otherwise be used on constructive items. No, we should not rush to judge and condemn every new acquaintance as unsuitable right after the first few meetings, instead we should spend time investigating their "true nature". For me, there are two aspects related to attitude and behavior that are very important - whether that person genuinely has compassion, and whether that person is inclined towards improvement.

Culturally and historically, all over the world, to varying degrees, mates are determined based on gender, religion, financial status, race, caste (maybe), political affiliations, family connections, external appearance, education, skill level, etc. I think these criteria are totally irrational. It is not birth or talent, but the wisdom with which one conducts oneself and interest in inner development that is more important. Next, falling in love at first sight sounds and feels very romantic, but I believe that the first impression is usually very deceptive. Some people are very good at polishing their appearance, both physically and emotionally, and are very presentable as professional or cultured people, hence very attractive. Most don't do this intentionally to deceive people, it is their nature, their flair, their personality. Mateship decisions should not be taken based on these short encounters (dates) where both parties are flaunting their feathers. On the other side, we should not misjudge people with pleasant demeanor, most of the time it is their true nature. One must give time for the person to unfold. As time goes by, one should observe and evaluate not only the words but also actions to understand the true nature of the prospective mate. This evaluation should be rational, based on objective observation of behavior under various situations. It is important to find people with developed personalities, people who are free from most fears and insecurities, and not dependent on others for affirmation. One is looking for an equal, not a support stick, nor wanting to be one. So, there has to be a period of constant association, observation, and evaluation until a determination has been made.

Compatibility is the ultimate criterion, and it has to do with syncing of behaviors and attitudes. My lesson learned in life when it comes to compatibility is four fold: we should be similar in altruism; we should have similar level of wisdom about life; we should both have self-discipline; and, we should both have similar interest in spiritual development.

Altruism is important to me. I put a tremendous importance in returning to the world what I have received and with gratitude. So I expect my partner to share the same enthusiasm. I do not mean that we give everything away and become broke and live hand-to-mouth, I mean we share the vision of living equitably. The best simile would be as living like a bee, we gather honey, but we do not hurt the flowers, and when possible we help the plants by pollinating them.

Wisdom to me is not linked to degrees earned or education level or smarts. One can have all the knowledge in the world, but wisdom comes only when one can apply the knowledge with a sensitive understanding of the world, with compassion. For wisdom to develop, along with knowledge, skills, and intellect, one needs to have emotional maturity and rational reasoning aptitude. I feel if my partner and I are not in sync in this aspect, there will be only conflicts in the future.

Self-discipline is high on my agenda. You can say that my difficult childhood may be responsible for my need for discipline, but whatever the cause is, it is important to me. I would like to have a partner who is as interested in discipline as I am. This is like a moral code for me and the skill of discipline is one that I admire a lot. Healthy restraint from cravings, not blindly reacting to unpleasant situations, would be examples of self-discipline. That does not mean we spend our days in analysis paralysis on each decision, I'm looking for that ability to not needing to surf every wave that comes our way.

Spiritual pursuit. And last but not the least, I am at a point in my life that my partner needs to be as interested in spiritual development as I am. No, not religion for I do not care which religion one follows or not, but spiritual progress. By spiritual progress I mean the gradual development of a deep understanding of how the world works and an active interest to learn more to make it even better. It's development of happiness deep within and spreading it around with compassion. It is of utmost importance that we can support each other in our individual spiritual journeys.

Development of partnership. Today we are rejoicing the approval of marriage rights for everyone across our country. Finding a compatible partner is only the first step, marriage, on the other hand, is a partnership. It is true partnership which is based on trust, pleasant communication, self-discipline (yes, I bring it up again!), and right conduct. When the initial euphoria of courtship is over, and one is fortunate enough to find one's compatible mate, there is an equilibrium to be reached that yields mutual satisfaction, peace, happiness, and may be even bliss. But this equilibrium needs hard work, and rules, and are guided by principles of mutual obligation and duties. It does not matter who makes how much money to run the household, or who does what work about the home, the division of labor needs to be in accordance to skills and inclination, and it has to be equitable. Setting parameters of obligations and duties are important, and adherence to them by each individual is also equally important; otherwise conflicts related to rights within a relationship arise and the partnership disintegrates. For me, duty means a selfless commitment to a position in the relationship. I tend to slide into it naturally, but I do see that some people need to mindfully work at it everyday, and they put in the necessary effort. There is no gratitude in duty, though it is very much misinterpreted as such in our culture. Duty is what you do because who you are and what your position entails. For example, I will be there as a guide to my partner on his travails through life, I will look after his well being, care for him when he is sick, nourish him when he needs it. Obligation, on the other hand, has gratitude in it. I will be obliged and be kind and loving to my partner when he performs his duties towards me and our relationship. Kindness, here, is an obligation. But obligation is triggered only when the partner performs the duties. Balance is key. And most partnerships face tribulations because either partner does not perform duties effectively and does not feel obligated to the other. Both are equally important.

Over the last year, while I have been analyzing my 24-year partnership with my ex from various angles, I have also been very fortunate to observe few happy couples with longer stable relationships, and have been discussing the cause-effect scenarios with mentors and therapists. The way I see it, a fruitful partnership can be based on the following principles:

Mutual Respect. We are in this together, as equals. Does not matter who earns how much and who contributes in labor, there has to be genuine respect for each other as individuals. It is not just saying it in words for words are often hollow, the expression of respect comes from deep within, and demonstrated in deeds. I believe that respect comes from a place of love and compassion, and if these are not strong, respect cannot blossom. I know of a loving husband who spent a whole day cleaning up his home before his wife returned home from a long vacation. He said that it is not that he wants to show her a clean house to prove that he has been living a neat life in her absence, it was that he did not want her to start working on the home as soon as she arrived, he wanted her to feel welcomed and at peace the moment she steps in. This may be common for a newly married couple, but when you hear this from a couple married for 35+ years, not including a preceding courtship of seven years, you know that this relationship is a strong one. His thoughts (and actions) came from a place steeped with love and affection, the driver being that his wife not have any inconvenience. This sentiment really touched me.

Kind Words. It is actually very easy to be kind. If you don't have something really honest and nice to say to your partner, please make your peace with it and stay quiet for whatever momentary irritation you have will soon pass. Most often I have seen couples alternately shower each other with gifts and affection and then neglect and harsh words. This yo-yo behavior serves no purpose and only creates confusion. Partners get into this unending cycle of he-loves-me-he-loves-me-not and the few beautiful times spent together gets overshadowed with doubt. Unpleasant words also tend to devalue one partner in the eyes of the other, and over time only increases the distance between people, it never brings them closer.

Faithfulness. I have a very hard time understanding unfaithfulness. To me it signifies that the partnership was not compatible to begin with. I do see that impulsive sexual desire can be a very prominent and is often the most dominant of human desires, but this is the place where one has to mindfully practice self-discipline. Marriage partnership comes with responsibility to be faithful, there is no place for compromise there. I have a very strong opinion about this and detest casual liaisons and even talk about such fantasies. Intentions form first, then comes words, and then action. By the time there is action, there is a lot of hurt and the crack in the relationship is irreparable. Even words are dangerous, even in jest. What purpose do they serve, really? If you have not selected the right partner, this is the time to leave them so that you both can find peace.

Power Play. For an equanimous relationship, there cannot be any power play in a partnership. Marriage is of equals, there is no place for ego development. Marriage is one place where the partners should feel totally comfortable to put their guard down and not worry about being judged. It is a safe zone, of confidence development and security. The key word is co-existence, not domination. Talking of rights and ownership priorities in a relationship again indicates that the mate selection was not compatible. The whole goal of the relationship is to strive for harmony.

Organization. This is an operational issue, and very important one. A partnership needs to be organized. Daily chores to weekly, monthly, and annual activities need to be organized and attributed to each partner based on their skills and inclination. And these need to be dutifully executed with promptness and quality. Interference in each other's scope of work should be minimized until assistance has been requested or some unforeseen event is hampering performance. It is not about what you do, it is about how you do it. Efficient execution of tasks by one partner only increases the value of the partner to the other. Don't we all want to finish everything we have going and cuddle on the sofa to watch a movie?

Family. This is often a matter of conflict in relationships, it definitely was very prominent in mine. Maintaining cordial relationships with each partner's family is a mutual task. Men are usually introverted, and women have a natural inclination for relationship management. Exceptions prove the rule. The key is to be vigilant of the sensitivities in each family and jointly work on balancing the familial needs, while not adversely impacting the partnership. Most couples do a mediocre job here. It takes a lot of tenacity, emotional maturity, and patience to get this balance to work. It is also to be remembered that partnership interests takes precedence over familial issues. This is where empathy and emotional maturity plays a very important role.

Money. One person earning and the other incessantly spending, or destructive habits like alcoholism, gambling, etc., can put a serious strain on a partnership. While some couples like to keep completely separate finances, I have had joint finances for my entire relationship. I am still on the fence on which method is right for I have had issues with irresponsible spending of joint funds. But then, the whole premise of partnership is to join forces and work towards a common goal, so separate finances do not make sense. Maybe I will come to a conclusion over time. One thing, however, I am very clear on is that whatever we earn, we need to divide in four parts; two parts we should be saved/invested for future security; one part should go into charitable donations and taxes (which is national welfare); and we should lead a humble lifestyle in the other one fourth part that is left. I have very simple needs and I expect my partner to also not require an ostentatious lifestyle.

Be Engaged. I believe that each partner should be equally energetic about the development of the relationship and maintenance of the partnership. The goal is a happy and peaceful conjugal life. So, the effort should be equal and with vigor towards that goal. Problems will always arise, it is the nature of the world. The point is to be absolutely clear that the end game is happiness and so all the energy should be towards finding equitable solution. Again, there is no place for ego, only focused on the resolution of conflicts to reach happiness.

Companion and Guide. In our modern culture, it is imperative that we treat each other as a companion and guide. Each partner should be mindful at all times about their behavior and attitude, whether the solutions offered have a win-win effect. Life is so difficult alone. When you have a companion and guide who you can trust and depend on, most of the hurdles can be crossed easily. As a companion and guide, you do not inflate or deflate issues, you present them as is with rational analysis to your partner. And the partner receives the information with gratitude.

Revel in the Beauty. Last but not the least, there is an essential place in a fruitful relationship where partners acknowledge, appreciate, and even revel in the other person's beauty - not only physical, but in the deep inner person that he/she is. And together, they admire the beautiful world we live in where after each night there is always a sunrise, where rocks are eroded everyday by soft water, where young green tendrils of life breaks through concrete, where there is beauty in how she smiles in spite of the wrinkles, where there is a skip in heartbeat when his eyes sparkle... where there is romance.

This note is a shout out to a good friend who prompted me to write this blog. He's an improviser, one of the best I have seen thus far, so he knows - in improv we totally and completely give ourselves to the partner, and as the partnership evolves, so does the material. There is no script, we are on our toes all the time and embracing every situation and challenge our partner presents us with. It's a play between equals, always. And if the right partner is on stage with you, there is duende!

On wisdom and struggle

"Times of great wisdom, deep compassion, and a real knowing of freedom alternate with periods of fear, confusion, neurosis, and struggle".

I don't about you, but for me the statement above is very true. I seem to have to go through that deep dark grinder of a place to evolve into light, and it has happened countless times in my life. I cannot preprogram the grind, it just comes my way, sometimes I sense it coming, sometimes it arrives unexpected. And when I am in that tornado, I just sit there, taking the battering and focusing all my energies on just surviving. Over the years, I have learned not to fight it, for it never works and leaves me more bruised if I do. I just wait for the storm to pass over, holding on to the least bit of patience and tolerance I have.

Some say that I am courageous. May be I am, especially when so many people say so, it must be true. But, I don't feel that way, ever. I feel that I am just a survivor. I have seen my share of pain, some of my close friends know it very well and have seen me go through those days. When I was a kid and the blows would come, I did not know what to do. I felt groundless, unprotected, and very scared. I used to stiffen up, tense up, make myself hard, hoping that the stiffness would be a shield and protect my soft inner core. It took me years to figure out that it was not the best idea. For the bruises are really bad when you stiffen up.

When I was nine years or so, we used to live in Hyderabad, and our neighbor used to subscribe to The Hindu, an English daily. Over the weekend, I used to borrow a week's worth of papers and read through them, it was my Sunday afternoon ritual. Several articles caught my fancy and one of them was seared into my memory. It was an article on self-hypnosis, or something like that. I remember the page so vividly, the green and orange outline, the picture of a man sleeping on the sofa. The article described how one can perform self hypnosis to be able to fall asleep, or just become calm. My little nine year old brain then wondered whether I can apply the technique to other aspects of my life, especially when I was afraid or anxious. I started to practice it in bed, at the dead of night, in my room, with the door closed. I was always scared that I may be doing something forbidden and if caught, I'll face severe consequences. And I am sure, I did not know the method at all, after all how much truth is ever in newspaper articles and how much can a nine year old comprehend? Anyway, I got better at just releasing the tension from my body, my own method, where I start from the feet and let go. Soon I didn't feel it. Then, I let go of the calf and the front of the leg, it vanished. Then, the knee, it vanished. And I kept moving on upward, till my whole body vanished. I did not feel anything.

After some practice, I tried this in school once, during a very boring class. Much to my surprise, it worked! Then, I started trying it when the blows came. I just let go, became soft and melted. It was not perfect at first, but as I got better, I realized that the blows did not hurt that much, the physical bruises were less pronounced. Not that the tornado did not come, not that the gale force winds did not throw me to the floor, they did. But I was soft, so when I hit the ground, it did not hurt as much. I don't know, I believe that this technique worked for me, or may be it's just a fancy I weaved in my mind.

The physical aspect of life's blows mellowed as I grew up, but the tornadoes are still there, they have morphed into emotional and situational issues related to family, profession, and relationships. Somehow, as my friends point out, I seem to have an affinity for tornadoes, or they like me, for they seem to come into my life with higher frequency and amplitude than is commonplace. So I have been told. Well, whatever it is, this Melt-method of mine worked sometimes. Lately, I have replaced it with meditation, on- and off-the-cushion Vipassana, which seems to be a much better and potent technique than my invention. Meditation gives me the ability to weather the storms, both the highs and the lows. The simile I'd give is that every time I meditate, a pool inside me gets a bit deeper. So when it is very cold outside and the surface freezes, my core does not, I survive. Also, when it is hot outside and the top layer heats up, my core stays cool.

Yes, I have my share of fear, confusion, neurosis, and struggle. Some of them are very big ones that leave me totally exhausted and drained for months on end. Then, I just get up, and when I look out, after the storm has blown over, it feels new again. I start over. I notice the little seedlings pop up, I nurture them. I endeavor to clear the wreckage away and start building the shelter again. And I see a beauty in it. Really, I do. Every time I start new, there is a deeper understanding of the laws of nature. Over the years, through each episode I have been through, I have realized that whatever we create is cyclic, there is a rise and fall. There is nothing that can hold anything constant and unchanging forever, even if we wish it to be so. I do not wish it anymore. I have realized that it is better to accept the transiency than resist it, akin to me becoming supple rather than stiff. But the building should not stop, the effort and the toil should keep going. Futility and pessimism should not set in, for that has no use. The other piece of understanding that is slowly seeping into me is the ability to perform without attachment. It seems like taking ownership for anything is futile, for it will eventually change and we can really not own anything, be it material or emotional, even ideas. I don't know, some say that this is wisdom. May be it is. I can only say that life is becoming soft everyday, the firmness I once knew is gradually disappearing. I am more open and willing everyday, to see perspectives, to understand the fallacies, to appreciate points of view, at the gross level but especially where it is coming from, that place of softness, often insecurity and ignorance.
"You live in illusion and the appearance of things. There is a reality, but you do not know this. When you understand this, you will see that you are nothing. And being nothing, you are everything. That is all". ~ Kalu Rinpoche
I love walking on the beach, and in San Diego, it has been my Sunday morning ritual for years. I walk on Torrey Pines State Beach at daybreak. When I look at the waves crashing onto the shore, I see the changing nature of life. Some days it is low tide when I walk the beach, some days it is high tide. The cliffs and the ocean are always different, though I walk the same beach each week. The light is different, the wind is different, the marks on the sand are different, the seaweed piles are different, the flocks of birds are different. So as I walk the beach, I contemplate impermanence of life and nature.

Along with the understanding of impermanence, the other realization that is seeping in is that of nothingness. It may seem weird, and I cannot explain it very well. The sand on the shore appears solid, it holds my weight and of the thousands of people who walk on it everyday. But it is just made of grains, and these grains have spaces between them. It appears solid from where I stand, but it really isn't. These grains of silica, on a molecular level is also very empty. The molecules really don't touch each other physically, they are held by forces, but these molecules are mostly empty. On the atomic level, it is the same story, just a few electrons and neutrons/protons, everything else is just space, empty. These atomic particles are also sometimes solid, sometimes just mass of energy, with no solidity. It is amazing to contemplate this, that there is ultimately just space, just nothing. And here we are, holding everything as if it is solid, holding on to every little penny, every little emotion, every little idea, every pleasant/unpleasant sensation, thinking that this illusion is something tangible and solid that will last forever.

All these musings are great, they allow me to feel calm and quiet among all the storms in life, the happy and sad ones. I am by no means enlightened, I have not "figured it out" yet. I suffer with the same issues that I always did but the intensity of suffering has significantly reduced over the years. More often these days I am at awe of how things happen in the world, I feel that everything is just so very beautiful and perfect in its own chaotic way. Just last week I had a major operation, and I have an 8-inch (20 cm) incision in my tummy, yet as pain comes, I somehow revel in investigating it. There is pain, and then there are all these emotions around pain - of fear, of the need for justification, of the expectation for a cure. For me, pain is a beautiful object to observe and investigate. Where does it arise, how long does it stay, where does it move, does it throb or is it dull, when does it increase, when does it go away,... I can write long essays about it since I have been studying it for the last eight days, very intently, but you would not like to read that. So, it's better to hear Rumi speaking my thoughts more eloquently than I ever can:

This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.

A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.

Welcome and entertain them all
Even if they're a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture.

Still treat each guest honorably,
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.

The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.

Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.

On veiled discrimination and racism

A young professional recently asked me - What were the barriers and challenges you faced in your career, especially with respect to people? Discrimination? Racism? How did you deal with them?
It is a very good question, and required me to think a bit, for I had never given it much thought before. I am not going to write a long book about it because I don't want to give it any more importance than it deserves. The short answer is - Yes, people I have interacted with during my career have probably discriminated against me, and there were marked signs of racism at times. However, when I believed that I was good for what I was doing, none of those issues were barriers to my performance.

Now, a somewhat long answer.
Have I faced racism? I think I have. Mostly veiled in, what I would say, ignorance. Just yesterday, I was at a CEO group meeting, and the speaker, whom I know from many such meetings before, brought up my cultural background yet again, and this was the fifth time (Yes, I have been counting, just for fun!). He usually talks to me with this idea in mind that I come from a foreign land and I may not understand whatever he is talking about. Given that he has been associated with universities all his life, mostly teaching, he has had access to many foreign students, and had the opportunity to observe them closely. I think he tends to use a very broad brush and paint every foreigner with a stereotype he has created in his head. He cannot see that I am more of global citizen than Indian or American, having lived and worked in four of the six continents, and also been immersed in America for the last fifteen years, and an American citizen too. And this is not new, ten years back when I was working in North Carolina, one of the senior managers of my company had the same idea of me. I was a bit strict with an administrative professional because she was just not meeting the expectations of the department, and was wasting her time filing nails and chit-chatting during office hours. His view was that since there was caste system in India, and that this administrative professional was African American, I probably could not help but be biased against her due to my cultural background. He could not see the truth for what it was, an under-performing employee. Then there were those numerous times after 9/11 when on construction site visits, people always wanted to find out what nationality I was. And of course, there are those people who cannot pronounce my two-syllable-only first name because a fog descends on their brain as soon as their eyes see a different color or hear a different sound over the telephone. Yes, there have been many instances from my life where I have been looked at differently, the most hilarious story was when browsing through the clothing racks at a large retail store in a small town in Western New York, a little girl of four years or so asked me, "Are you human?"

As for discrimination for being female, I believe that has been also very obvious in my life and career. One of the top executives at a very large engineering firm I used to work at had a blatant bias for white males, who he thought, should be apt to lead the company. So, he was always a bit distant or skeptical about my performance. And yes, I know for a fact that I have always been paid less than my male peers, and many times had to work much harder to be given the same role, responsibility, and recognition. I have been passed over many times on promotions and raises too. One manager, on a long three hour drive to a client meeting, spent over two hours explaining to me that a role of a woman is not to be this ambitious, that it affects harmony at home, that I should seriously consider having kids and live a comfortable life with work/career taking the second stage in my life. He was very earnest in his argument and believed it in his core that men and women cannot be equals and that today's society is really trying to go against nature. (He also did not believe in evolution.) You can imagine how awkward the return journey was with him! But, I could not fault him, for there has been people in my extended family who thought the same thing.

So what do we do about it? Do we stand up and shout and cry and make a big fuss? May be, sometimes, when the opportunity and the issue is grave enough and affecting your sanity or well-being. But most of the time, it has been my experience that it all works out and that it is not worth wasting  my precious energy on such issues. I was not this way when I was young, I suppose age has made me more tolerant and wiser.

My understanding now, after all these years of struggle, is that the true barrier to achievement lies not anywhere external, it is 100% internal. If I believe, in my deepest core, than I am capable and clear about the path, there is no barrier that can hinder my journey. The force of my conviction will be strong enough to either break the barriers down or help me find a way around them. Most of us spend 100% of our energy on trying to change or fix the outside world and make it bend to the way we want it to be. In business, we want our clients to see our worth, we want our employees to see our vision. At home, we want our family to be in sync with our ideas and wishes. We spend very little time really recognizing what elements we are made of and what makes us alive. If we are aligned to our core, we can be the Pied Piper of Hamelin and lead anyone to our tune. That guy had malicious intent, I am sure we won't. There are only two things that are needed for happiness and contentment in life. One, being in tune with self, accepting all the strengths and weaknesses you have, don't waste time to change them, just know them and accept them unconditionally. (This, I am working on, and it's really hard!!) And two, have pure intent, no matter how hard it is, just keep focusing on the greater good, towards a win-win solution, be it business or home front.

I suppose I owe you a story of when things did go well, to prove the point! When I went to Australia to work on a very fast paced high visibility project, I realized within just a few days that I was in for a do-or-die situation. For one, I was given responsibility that was three levels above my pay-grade and I was told outright by the management that I just had to deal with it. Then, I realized that I had the privilege to be the sole go-to person representing 150+ professionals who had done shabby design and issued them for construction. And all that had to be fixed and turned around immediately to meet the punishing project schedule. Everyday at morning construction meetings, I used to have big burly men throwing rolls of drawings at me, yelling at my face, intimidating me, and sometimes making fun at my company having sent this small brown girl to handle this muiti-billion dollar construction project. I was very distraught in the beginning, but then I just let go all the insults and issues by the wayside. There was a job to be done and I was going to get it done. The next nine months were the most excruciating months of my professional life, I worked 90 hour weeks, non-stop. I used to attend two such painful meetings every morning, get all the issues identified, then sit at my desk and send detailed design packages to five teams in four different countries, who then worked around the clock to deliver to me completed drawings which I reviewed for accuracy and then issued for construction the next day. There was no time to waste on emotions or counting prejudices or protesting. It took about four months to get the train on track, and over time all those people who used to throw things at me and yell at me, started becoming my friends and would stand up in respect when I walked into  meeting rooms. At the end of the job, the upper management received milti-million bonus packages, while I got mere $3,200 ($1,500 after taxes!) for all the hard work. I just chalk it off as Life!! I learned on that job in one year what I could not have learned in seven years of regular office desk-job back here in the US. Could I have done better without those challenges and a reasonable pay, sure!! But I do not delve on that, it's useless to believe that outside circumstances have anything to do with your potential. If you have it in you, you will find a way to work out the existing situations or around it.

Microfiltration and Reverse Osmosis units at Bundamba AWTP, QLD, Australia
Throughout my career, I had the extreme good fortune to work with few people who had hearts of gold. In particular, there were three individuals who were my managers and did not see color or sex, but saw in me only the raw potential. They challenged me, and mentored me, and helped me grow. I first learned by emulating them, and then I developed my own style, which they encouraged all the way. My recommendation would be to find those people in your life and work; trust me, they exist. And when you find them, hold them tight. You have to be open and willing to see them. Often we get burned by so much negativity around us that our vision is foggy and suspicious. The only thing you have to be on guard for is your own perceptions and doubts. Know yourself and do not allow any deformed intent or uncertainty creep in. If you are strict on self understanding and preservation, there is nothing that can stop you and your potential will shine through to take you to heights that you never imagined. You will also find people show up in your life who will aid you in that process and they will want nothing in return. You don't need to convince anyone but yourself that your path is open in front of you and you have the potential to soldier on. No amount of discrimination or racism can hold you back.

On Pain, Strength, and Resilience

This last year has been the most challenging time in my entire adult life. My husband and I parted ways, and we ended a 23-year relationship. I had met him when I was 15 and since then I was in that zone where there was no one in the world but him. At 15, I only knew my family - father, mother, sister and relatives, and thereafter it was only him. My whole world revolved around him, it was a very strong bond. So last year when it all came apart, it was hard, very hard. As I look back, I see how strongly he was intertwined in my psyche, woven into the very fabric of my being. Every decision I ever made in life thus far was for us, every thought I ever had was about us. There was never a "me" that was independent. I did not know how that "me" could even exist on its own, for the only identity I had as an adult was with him. The only way I can describe it is the way two trees grow close to each other and over time encapsulate each other. The picture below was taken on a vacation at Frazer Island (QLD, Australia), where we saw several such trees intertwined, conjoined, growing together, connected all through, underground and above.

Intertwined tree, Frazer Island, Australia 2007
So last year as the trees were separated, it was not easy. The links were in so many places that every tie you severe, you realize that there was another one. The trunk had to be chopped down, and that was the easy part. Then the roots had to be separated, then all the remnants of branches that were intertwined were removed. It was an excruciatingly slow process, to live through the disintegration of such a long intertwined relationship. Even now, old pictures, a scrap of handwriting, a familiar taste or smell, brings back a deep feeling of loss and emptiness.

But then, what do you do? You survive. The loss of that intertwined tree opens up new airspace and access to sunlight that you never knew existed. You have more water, minerals, and food underground as well. Is that better? Some would say so, and may be it is true. But the tree takes a long time to adjust to this new reality, and this adjustment is at a pace that no one from the outside can prescribe or predict. Is there pain? Yes, lots of it. It feels like there is no end to the pain, no respite, and there is a deep sense of groundlessness. Then, as time goes by, new branches are formed, new birds build nests on those branches, and eventually the tree takes over that extra space. People say I am strong. They say that I have resilience. They commend me for surviving through all these years, and now the loss of my dogs (my ex has custody, it was my choice). But I do not feel any special. I don't see that I have achieved anything remarkable. I still feel the pain, sometimes it scorches my heart so deep that it hurts very much, sometimes for days on end. But there is no other option, you have to grow.

I now have a different take on strength and resilience. I feel, very organically, that there is nothing absolute about pain and how we deal with it. I feel that it is our visceral reaction to attachments, which, in fact, creates pain. A woman may be very attached to her prized diamond necklace and when it gets lost or stolen, may grieve for days or even years. She may take it so bad that she could fade away. We all know such people in real life, that person who is upset and angry on everyone because his new car got scratched in the parking lot. On the other hand, a mother in Sudan may lose her eighth baby to malnutrition and just get up and move to the next camp, just shedding a few tears. It is all about perspective, the lens with which we see. In our moral eye, the attachment to the diamond necklace or new car should have less value than the attachment to a child. Therein, as I understand it now, lies the fallacy of our human condition. It is attachment, no matter what. It makes no difference if it is an animate or inanimate object or a dream. Attachment creates pain. Period.

In our human culture, does not matter Eastern or Western, we have all these grades created that defines how the world view should be along with the definition of happiness. Family first. Don't go for money. Compassion is great. Do for others. Save the world. It's all a journey.... I just see a play of attachments and how addicted we are to them. I see that the reactions (pain) that we experience is actually directly proportional to the attachment. And that it does not matter what the object of attachment is, we are actually attached to the feel-good sensation that we feel with that object of desire. The object of desire does not need to even be in existence, made of solid molecules, it can even be a dream or a wish or a memory or an experience. When the attachment takes hold of our psyche, we roll in it and make everything so poignant, it permeates our life and existence in every pore. I am not very attached to material things, many of my friends will attest to that. But I am attached to people or dreams of relationships that never existed or can never materialize either. It still is attachment, and does not make an iota of difference that the object is not solid. And I am exactly as human as the lady I know who talks only about jewelry and sarees and what "people think." There is no difference at all! And, who am I to pass judgement which attachment is good or bad? Who is the judge here - Society? Friends? Relatives? Family? Everyone is biased, and I am as well.

So, I am not strong. I am just surviving. I am also not a robot, I have emotions. Yes, there are days that I feel that I got the short end of the stick and pity myself for sometime, and then soon realization dawns as I observe my severe addiction to my dreams, expectations, security, and all those thoughts and their related fears. There is nothing absolute. It is always changing. As I am in this rut, this state is also as make-believe as the situation when I was flying sky-high with a perceived sense of happiness. During the 23 years of relationship, a lot of the love and dependency was in my head. I had branded it with a concrete shell, gave it names, adorned it with emotions. It was attachment, the extreme kind. And I let it encapsulate me all around. Parallel to this, I also understand, especially on those good days, that no one is having a smooth ride. No one. Some past life karmas may help some people to iron a few creases in their lives, and we stand from outside and make judgement calls that their life is smooth (and that it is unfair on us). But if we look deeper, we see that those people are also as messed up deep inside as we are. They are also getting addicted, getting attached, getting scared, feeling hurt, grieving, etc., just like all of us. Being miserable is the universal human condition, and it pervades everything and everyone, it does not discriminate.

So where does strength and resilience come in? I just sat through Dr. Ann Masten's MOOC on Resilience in Children. Based on my childhood experiences and then my marriage, a lot of friends, even my therapist, has been commending me on resilience, and so I wanted to find out what does the world really mean by that word. It was a very illuminating course, more so because the research methods and conclusions were very interesting to me. I suppose now I agree that I am resilient, for I demonstrate majority of the traits that they have identified in their thoroughly researched body of work. No matter what is thrown at me, I somehow manage to get up and walk, I survive to tell the story, complete with the battle scars. But when I am going through it, it is not pretty, and before now, I did not even know what each tornado was destroying. Now, on a clear day I can see the attachments for what they really are, I can see clearly the signs of inosculation, I can see other soft tendrils that are starting to encapsulate me. But then fog rolls in, and I lose the clarity. Right now, I just hope and wish that it remains clear most of the time, so that I can prune the attachments away, one at a time. Is that wish an attachment too??

Divorce, what is it?

My husband and I are looking at finalizing our divorce in early 2015. It is just a few weeks away, and we will say goodbye to a 15+ year marriage, and 23+ year relationship. We met in 1991, I was 15, he was 17. We grew up together. And a lot has happened in our lives in these last two decades.

Today, at the threshold of a new life I find myself in a very strange place. I feel that my life, the construct that I lived in almost all my life has been broken into pieces. It is like a tornado came through and totally flattened and destroyed the home. I had spent 23 long years building that home, brick by brick, each brick was made of effort, love, and dreams. I am now standing over the ruins, looking at all the broken bricks, mortar, furniture, everything that resembled my home. I am mourning the loss of that construct. I am also looking at these ruins and wondering if I would ever be able to rebuild it again? Will I build another home with the same floor plan or will it be completely different? Will it even be here at this location? What kind of materials shall I use? Shall I live here or become a traveler? Should I just let go of everything, even the memories?

"Saamne muskurati hain manzil
Paaon lekin uthana hain mushkil"
(Caption says:  The destination is smiling right in front of me but it is very difficult to take the first step.)

In 2011, I had a major car accident from which I escaped without a scratch. In 2012, my mother passed away after a very short and painful fight with cancer. In 2013 I watched my marriage slowly disintegrate, get frayed, and finally in April 2014 it did not have a meaning anymore. I was not the initiator of this separation, so it was, and still is, very painful.

What am I really mourning? Was I blissfully happy every moment of all these 23 years? What is happiness, after all? What is love, after all? The more I reflect and delve deeper, I realize that I am mourning my attachments.

My attachment to him, my attachment to everything "his", my attachment to anything that resembled him, my attachment to what I dreamed him up to be, my attachment to what he could be, my attachment to the potential I saw in him, my attachment to my wishes for him, my attachment to all the memories of him....

My attachment to all the dreams of "us", my attachment to everything that we have been through together, my attachment to the sweet memories of courtship, my attachment to "stuff" that we acquired together, my attachment to the plans we had made together, my attachment to the path we walked together....

I am also mourning the loss of my naivety and childlike innocent belief in how the world works. I had believed that if you love someone, and give that person your all, it will get reciprocated. I had believed that trust is all that matters in the world. I had believed that no matter what, there will be at least few people in the world - parents, siblings, and spouse - who will always be there holding your back. That construct indeed got shattered.

I am also mourning the hurt to my ego. For all the things that I did for him and us, I had indeed expected a return. I had not recognized that before, but now that the home has flattened, I realized that there was this expectation buried deep inside each brick. It has come out now. I sacrificed a lot for this relationship - didn't have a kid, gave up good career prospects, even a shot at a PhD at Stanford, slogged like a mule in several thankless jobs to get our green card/citizenship, made the money so we could have the lifestyle he liked...... the list is long. But you know what, all this I thought I had done for "love", but now I do realize that it was not all selfless, I did expect a return from him in our future together. I had expected that he too put in effort and love in building that home, I had expected that some of the bricks were made of his toil too. But he didn't stay long enough. As we separate, I feel betrayed. And it hurts. And I realize that this hurt is because of the destruction of the construct I had created, based on "my" expectations. Yes, these expectations may be justified, since relationships are usually transactional in nature, and I gave more than I got back. But, the underlying factor remains, I stand here mourning everything that was "I", "me", "my", and "mine" - memories, effort, dreams, and expectations.

Life, I know, will go on. It always does. It will be a different one. I don't know what it'll be like for I never dreamed of that life before. It will be different, different bricks with different ingredients...

Yaar Maazi Yeh Toh Batah Mujhe

Yaar Maazi Yeh Toh Batah Mujhe


Yaar Maazi Yeh Toh Batah Mujhe
Jab Paimana Toot Jata hai
Kya Farkh Ki Woh Khaali Hai Ya Bhari Hai

Daulat, Shohrat, Aur Jawaani Nissaar Diya Tha Humne
Khubsoorat Bahaar Ke Qhwaab Dekhe The Humne
Aankh Se Yeh Waqt Ka Wazan Nahin Utarti Hai
Masoom Dil, Bekeraar, Raasta Aaj Bhi Dekhti Hai

Yaar Maazi Yeh Toh Batah Mujhe
Jab Paimana Toot Jata hai
Kya Farkh Ki Woh Khaali Hai Ya Bhari Hai

Meri Jinnh Bhi Ghum Hai Aaj, Bewafaa
Wada Faramosh Ne Chod Diya Mujhe Gumraah
Aaj Dil Ko Hum Samjhate Hain Raat Din Har Ghari
Raakh Ko Mat Cherd, Jo Jal Chuka Hai Woh Pura Nahin Hota Kabhi

Yaar Maazi Yeh Toh Batah Mujhe
Jab Paimana Toot Jata hai
Kya Farkh Ki Woh Khaali Hai Ya Bhari Hai

Sab Kehte Hain Ki Humko Phir Se Yakeen Karna Hai Zindagi Pe
Dil Ko Azaad Karna Hai, Muhabbat Pe Aitbaar Karna Hai Phir Se
Par Mera Saya Abhi Bhi Mujhse Bezaar Hai
Yaadon Ki Sui Dil Mein Abhi Bhi Cheedi Hai

Yaar Maazi Yeh Toh Batah Mujhe
Jab Paimana Toot Jata hai
Kya Farkh Ki Woh Khaali Hai Ya Bhari Hai

Crossing

Crossing


Horns, ripples, you hear them all
Faces too, fire of living
Then you decide the pain has to stop
Attachment or peace,
Yes, that is the choice, no home
No shore, just an illusion 
Become, decide, persevere.

That day, we crossed the bridge
On that rickety sweat soaked bus
Window panes were chattering,
Too much noise, drowned the
  quiet brown river below
Flowing between the two shores
Constantly eroding its bounds
Did we really cross over,
Is it finished then?

Mahalaya, and the emotions it evokes in me

Baajlo Tomar Aalor Benu
Maatlo Je Bhubon
Aaj Probhate Se Sur Shune Khule Dinu Mon
Antare Ja Lukiye Raaje
Arun Binayai Se Sur Baaje
Ai Ananda Jagye Sobaar Madhuro Amantran
Maatlo Je Bhubon!....

For the last thirty eight years, as long as I can remember, I have woken with this song on this day. No matter where I lived, I have listened to Mahalaya on this day. It evokes a myriad of feelings in me. Life has been through so much in these years, this one aspect of my life has remained constant.



Mahalaya is about hope, about Devi Durga waging a war with the demon, Mahishasur (Buffalo Demon) and killing him after a vigorous battle. It was a time when the demons were wrecking heaven and earth, Durga was born from that extreme helplessness and pain. The story is about how she was created to bring about destruction of evil, how she was endowed, how she marched to war, how the demon changed forms to deceive her, how she bravely fought, how she won at the end. She was beautiful, full of hope and inspiration, required to do the most difficult task of fighting the worst enemy, how she wakes up and how she delivers. The fellow gods give her the weapons, and Durga then goes into war riding a lion, fighting the demon and his million forms and after a very difficult battle manages to pierce his heart with the spear.

This is not the only story surrounding Mahalaya, there are many more. One such story is of Karna (from Mahabharata), after he died in the battle, slain by his brother Arjuna, went to heaven was not given food since he did not pay respects to his ancestors while he was living. In his defense, he did not know who his ancestors were as he was an adopted child. He was sent down to earth during this new moon day of Mahalaya, to spend then next fortnight performing all the rites for his ancestors (Pitri Pakhya). We Bengalis, spend this auspicious day remembering our ancestors and paying respect (Torpon). The other story is that Rama (from Ramayana) performed this puja before the went to war with Ravana. It is said he had run out of lotuses to offer to the goddess and was about to cut out his lotus-like eye to make an offering and the goddess appeared and stopped him, she blessed him for the upcoming war. Another story is of Durga coming to visit her parents (Himalaya) with her four kids - Lakshmi (goddess of wealth), Saraswati (goddess of learning), Karthik (god that helps people overcome vices), and Ganesha (god of prosperity, and quite a Momma's boy!).

I was never a fan of religion or the gods. Born in India, I grew up with the mythological stories, with Ramayana and Mahabharata, and the thousands of stories about gods and demons, of good and evil. Those stories are dear to me, very dear. They are woven in the fabric of my existence. I don't try to rationalize them, I don't try to also find the scientific background for all that. It does not matter whether it happened for real, or if the gods will get angry if I do not "believe" it for real. I like these stories for their allegory, I see them as stories that show you how life really is and gives you wisdom through example. Yes, I find it very unfortunate that the population of India takes some of these stories and characters to the level of fanaticism and fight each other over them, and fail to imbibe the ultimate truth of these stories in their life. But I can't do anything about that, no matter how much I try to change the world, I only have the power to look into my being and change myself.

Durga puja is during early autumn, and Mahalaya is on the first moon of that season. Back in India, this is the time when the rains are gone, the mornings are enveloped in a seductive mist, there is a slight chill in the air that makes you draw the bed sheet over you in the mornings. The sheuli flowers are in full bloom spreading their heady fragrance about the neighborhood, so is the kaash phool blooming in the vast open fields. During such a time, in the pre-dawn hours, when you are in that place between sleep and waking up (tandra), that is when Mahalaya is played over the radio. The beaming resonant voice of Birendra Krishna Bhadra fills the home, punctuated by the 'aagomoni' (welcome) songs rendered in the early morning ragas - Bhairavi, Marwa, Lalit, Poorvi, etc. You wake up to "Jaago Tumi Jaago....", your whole being resonating with the message of hope and happiness.

As I look back into my childhood, that was one morning, my dad used to let me stay in bed till the whole Mahalaya was complete. I used to feel so peaceful, just lying in bed, not a care in the world, reveling in the present moment, listening to the beautiful songs and chanting. I did not understand the words then, but they resonated with me. Chanting invoking the goddess, singing about her beauty, her radiance, her promise, and her victory over evil. The words are some in Bengali, some Vedic Sanskrit, some in Hindi, all of them so poetic, so melodious.  I am told that my maternal grandfather used to do Chandi Paath every year at their local puja. Too bad I never got to hear it, he passed away when I was two. After I came to the US, we could only listen to Mahalaya on CD/online and not on the radio anymore. My husband did not care much for it, so sometimes I played it in the mornings, but mostly listened to it on my own on my way to work, on this day every year. It always seemed to swell my heart with emotions.

Emotions that come up are a mix of nostalgia, of sadness, of happiness, of helplessness, of hope, all intertwined in a strong fabric that lays on me as the music permeates my pores. All my five senses and memories come alive with this music. Puja of my childhood was one of expectation and happiness in Ranchi - new clothes, holidays, spending time with friends, no studies, performing plays and songs at the local pandal, eating bhog everyday, staying up late, complete freedom, smell of the incense, giving anjali, folding the lotus petals for the puja at night, dancing dhunuchi, trying out the food stalls, giggling with friends, and of course as we grew up , those fleeting glances at the boys. Few pujas were spent at my ancestral home in either Barrackpore or Jaynagar Majilpur, and I remember the happy times spent with my cousins, including the trivial fights we had over a face powder, or lipstick, or a string of fake pearls. The lights of those pujas had a different glow to them, flickering tube lights, the smell of suburbs with incense all about, and the beats of dhaak uplifting the spirits everyday. 

As I grew up, puja changed for me. My years in Kolkata were very memorable. In 1991, I was falling in love, that first puja was simmering with anticipation to see him, waiting on the veranda to watch him coming over to my place, only to hold hands for a minute while no one was looking. That flicker in my heart, the missed beats, I still feel that sometimes when I remember those days. Then, as usual, he had to go home. I went about the rest of the puja days, visiting family across town, going to pandals all about the city, and feeling his essence with me all the time, imagining of how beautiful puja would be when we will be married. Seven long years were spent that way, in dreaming, until we moved together to the US in 1998. For the next three years, puja was again different, not like I dreamed it to be. We spent time at the temple at Buffalo during the puja weekend, helping with the puja food cooking, and then rehearsing for plays for Bijoya (victory) celebrations at Rochester. I used to wear sarees, my wedding sarees, and I was so bad at it!! I also remember cooking goat meat curry for 50+ people, that was quite a challenge for the new cook in me!! 

Puja at Buffalo /Rochester was great but no substitute for the puja feeling in India. I longed for the two of us spend a puja in Kolkata, make my dreams to come true. But we were students/early career workers, who could not get time off during mid September, no way! And the tickets were so expensive! I think most of all I wished about playing sindoor. Ever since I was a kid, I watched in awe, on the day of Dasami, when the married women would pay respect to the goddess and bid her goodbye by putting sindoor on her and 'feeding' her some shondesh. Then, they would do that to each other. At the end of the session, everyone's face was red with the sindoor. It was a time of happy laughter and shared feeling of love. Women were seeking blessings from the goddess for their happy marital life and wishing each other the same. While in Buffalo/Rochester, somehow I never got the chance to play sindoor and it was a desire I kept dormant in my heart. In the following years in Irvine, Raleigh, Australia, I did not even attend any puja. To be honest, I did not connect with the 'probasi' group anymore. I felt awkward attending these events. These events are very much about local Bengalis coming together, meeting up over food, flaunting their latest sarees and jewelry from Kolkata, have their young kids perform on stage, or talk about older kids going to every which top university in the US, etc. I don't share that common story, I have no kids, and no interest in latest fashion from Kolkata or jewelry, and so I feel very out of place. In 2012, Baba (dad) was visiting and we did go to the local San Diego celebration for a brief 15 minutes, that was enough for me. The pujas here in the US just don't invoke that feeling of elation in me. It seems lacking the spirit.

But I have to mention, after 14 years of not celebrating a "real" puja, I did visit Kolkata in 2011 and got the chance to absorb and revel in the essence of puja. I landed in Kolkata on the day of Mahalaya, and I listened to the program on my mobile device during the flight, the emotions of homecoming were very strong. As the plane landed, I was primed, anticipation was high. It was a fabulous trip. I spent almost all of it at my home in Patuli, at our local puja that Maa and Baba helped build over the last two decades. Maa was very active in those festivities, and also fell sick for the first time during that puja. It was to be her last puja, but we did not know that at that time, cancer was eating her insides. I feel so sad and happy at the same time when I remember that puja. I did get to play sindoor, for the first time in my 12 years of marriage, and I got to  play with my mom too. It was indeed a dream come true! But then, that was to be the last sindoor I would play, for my marriage broke up in the ensuing years.

Sindoor Khela, 2011 Durga Puja at Patuli

So, as I look back on Mahalaya every year, I am enveloped in a pervasive sense of a sad kind of happiness. I know that does not make literal sense, maybe if I were a poet, I could put the right words to describe it. Mahalaya is very sweet, it is full of promise and hope, of victory, of joy, of sharing and loving one another. The spirit is of renewal and rejoicing. For me it is also full of this pain of time gone by that will never return, it reminds me how ephemeral life and everything linked to it is. We ride the waves each year and the tides ebb and flow. Nothing ever remains constant. No matter how hard we try to hold on to everything we consider precious, it changes, it evolves, it arises and passes away. Today, as I write, I have Mahalaya playing, and I feel as if I am just an observer on the bank of my own life, where my life is but a river that flows on with all its eddies and currents and at times calm, under the surface teaming with life, and death.

The Truth is ..... White!

I just got back from a 10-day Vipassana meditation camp. This was my second retreat. My first retreat was in January 2010, and it was in many ways life changing, for it gave me the confidence to start Proteus, and change many  other things in my life to lead a peaceful purposeful life. Last four years have been quite dramatic, with a near death experience in 2011, my mother's passing in 2012, and then the gradual disintegration of my marriage over the last two years. I have survived these storms bravely, I think. I credit my meditation practice, and the insight that I gain out of it, as a great asset in my life. My experience with Vipassana is, however, painted by my life experience. It worked for me and I unreservedly recommend it to everyone. Your experience will be different, painted by your life experience. To that effect I want to tell you a little story:

There were two young kids, they were very good friends, they were beggars. One of them was blind. Every morning they would go out and beg together and share their proceeds at the end of the day. One day the blind kid was sick and was not able to go out to beg. His friend went out alone and as they were friends, he promised to share his proceeds with the blind kid at the end of the day. The kid went from home to home and collected alms. At one home, the housewife was very generous and gave him some very tasty kheer (rice pudding with milk). The kid enjoyed the kheer and as he did not have anything to carry the kheer home, he could not bring any back for his blind friend. When he got home in the evening, he brought home the story of the kheer and described the kheer as sweet, very tasty, fragrant, and pure white. His blind friend asked - "What is White? I've never seen White? Can you please explain?" The other kid said - "Well, errrr, White is not black, not colored....". The blind kid asked, "What is black then? What is colored? As you know I cannot see. Can you give me an example of a white thing?" So the kid went out and brought back a beautiful white swan. He said, "White is like this swan." The blind kid ran his fingers over the white swan and touched the smooth body and feathers and said - "Aah! I understand now! White is soft and downy, like this swan." The other kid went - "No! You got it all wrong! White is not soft and downy! It's just white!" Disappointed, the blind kid tried to understand again. He ran his fingers from from the beak, over the head of the swan, down the long neck, over the body and to the tail. he concluded - "Aah! I understand now! White is crooked, just like this swan!"

So, my friends, no matter how well I try to describe my Vipassana experience, it will be like me trying to explain my White to you, and all you'll find it as is Crooked. So, I will not try to give you any more details of my experience. Instead of below are some answers to the common questions I encounter when talking about my meditation practice:

How can one stay silent for nine days! I can never do that!
Being silent for nine days is the easiest. Once you shut off the incessant chatter, you realize how useless most of that communication is. You also, often for the first time, listen to the tremendous amount of chatter within yourself. It's amazing, you do not miss talking to other people at all. You also realize how much we use our verbal faculties to add to the misery of our lives, by using it more than necessary, sometimes also speaking lies or half-truths, or adding extra colors to the white truth, or use it with malicious intent, sometimes even unintentionally. So, for the nine days you are actually grateful that you do not talk. On the 10th day, you love talking again, but you now do it very mindfully. You will have a great appreciation for this faculty you possess and most of you will not use it unwisely again.
(It's just that you don't communicate with fellow meditators and don't destroy either peoples' equanimity. You are free to talk to the management and to the assistant teachers regarding any issue you may have at the camp or about the technique.)

I heard they starve you there! The food is not good!
My aunt said this as soon as she heard that I'm going to the camp. Yes, there are no dinners, there is fruit for new students, and only tea for old students. But, when meditating for 12 hours a day and doing no major physical activity, you really do not need a lot of food. I never felt I needed a dinner at night, I did not miss it at all! Also, I found that you should leave 1/4th of your tummy empty at the other two meals, or else it adversely affects your ability to meditate effectively. We usually eat more than what our body needs. Food, like speech, is often used by us as something to lean on for our emotional issues.
The quality of food is fabulous! You all know what a discerning foodie I am, and I loved every morsel there. It was fresh, nutritious, and tasty. The variety was great, it's a buffet so you can eat what you want. And when secluded from the world, your senses are very sharp, you can taste the flavor and texture and savor every spoonful, feeling gracious to be served. It's a wonderful feeling!

Are they trying to convert me? Do they have yoga? Massages? Do you go there to relax?
No. There is no one trying to convert you to a religion. The course is designed to teach you a specific meditation technique that addresses the root cause of all issues in life. It's a boot camp for meditation and that's all you do. There is no sitting by the pool, sunbathing with green mask on your face, listening to new age music, with a massage therapist working on your tight muscles, while your eyes are cooling under cucumber slices. There is no imagineering your desires, or mindmapping your future. No yoga, no other exercises. I will not even say it's relaxing because you are working very hard for from 4am to 9pm every day, not physical labor, all mental. First, you learn to discipline yourself, then you learn how to appreciate your own mind and concentrate and then meditate. You learn a great deal about yourself, and about how the world works. You investigate the universal truth on yourself and understand it on a very deep level. You come out, realigned and rejuvenated with insight that helps you lead a peaceful life, armed with tools to work with the world. No hocus-pocus, mumbo-jumbo, feel-good mushy stuff, and certainly no religious dogma, or else I would not be recommending it, would I?
(Be rest assured, no one is trying to take away your religious beliefs either. You'll be just learning a meditation technique in its purest form.)

My creativity will get affected if I meditate and find peace. I don't think it will work for me. 
This comes from my artist friends, particularly from a budding filmmaker friend in India, and from one very promising painter and artist here is San Diego. Artists feel that their creativity stems from their chaos within. This notion is further enhanced by the stories in the media about the rich and famous rock stars and movie personalities who live a very alcohol and drug infused chaotic life. Such a chaotic life also seems romantic. I believe otherwise. I think meditation gives you profound insight and clarity into the nature of life and that unleashes your creativity. Isn't that what artists do? Channel the truth in the world through their lenses? This meditation technique allows you to relax in your own skin and enable you to see perspectives from many different sides that makes your creation more unique and complete. When others look at your idea or work, each person gets to take their own supreme view and usually are amazed at how you could have thought it all so clearly and fit in all those perspectives in that tiny space so beautifully. Admirers of your work multiply very quickly. Trust me, artists, you have nothing to fear.

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Enough said. If you have more questions, please call/email/message me. I'll be happy to share my "white truth" with you. Please also check out the following:
What it is and What it is not
Questions and Answers
Where do I sign up? Courses are taught all over the world.
A TED Talk
Video Description

Between the poles of expression and suppression of your emotions (through action/inaction), there lies a middle path - observation. The Vipassana meditation technique teaches you how to do that and you learn to achieve equanimity. You learn, not by listening to talks, not by intellectual reasoning, but observing within the framework of your own body and mind, the universal concept of annicca (impermanence) and annata (egolessness).

No need to believe my soft or crooked truth, go find for yourself. The Truth is ....... White!

Tear and what can I do about it

My husband and I are separating. We are in the process of ending a 23 year old relationship and this is a very difficult time in my life. It feels like there is nothing to make me move forward. There is a deep sense of vacuum that I have never encountered in my life, everything that I had constructed as a image of life seems to have shattered. I am feeling fearful, confused, a deep and profound groundlessness. I am interacting with the world but it seems to not have any meaning. I feel that nothing can put it together. I will however mention that except for only one day of anger that I felt during the early days, I have not been angry at all. It's just this profound feeling that I don't have a ground to stand on.

It's been about two months since we took the decision to separate, but our relationship has been on the decline for about two years. I worked hard on trying to fix it but it was not to be. What has happened has happened. What I think I need to do is find a path forward.

Have you thought about the word Tear? It's the word that means something that has been broken or shredded, it also means the little droplets of salty water that flow from the eye when you are hurt. Today was the first time that word made sense to me. When your world is in shreds, it hurts and you cry. Tear leads to tears. It's one miraculous word that expresses both cause and effect.

My world changed quite a bit when I did my first Vipassana meditation course in January 2010. Then, the following year, I had a major accident from which I escaped without a scratch. In 2012, my mother passed away unexpectedly after a short battle with occult primary cancer. After that it took two painful years for my marriage to dissolve. I am also in the middle of a health scare that I am maneuvering though right now. I feel as if I am at the end of all experiences that I could have in a lifetime and I'm only 38 years old! But I do know there is much more that this world can serve to me, I just have to prepare myself for it.

Today, where I stand, I have a few thoughts going through my mind that are very profound. I am beginning to feel and understand at a very deep level the futility of pursuit of happiness by worldly means, that Shantideva so eloquently put it as "We, who are like senseless children, shrink from suffering, but love its causes." To some extent I knew this from the tender age of nine. I remember sitting on the terrace at our apartment in Hyderabad and thinking about this - why was my father so insistent on grades, what will it really give me, when I grow up and make money and status will it be actually what is right, why do I feel that people are running around and scrambling and not really understanding the futility of this marathon, can I just leave everything and focus on the poor, will that be the best thing to do for me, then what about security and who will look out for me when I am sick and old......  At that time my Sanskrit teacher at school was making us learn chanting "Bhaja Govindam" by Shankaracharya. We used to learn the verses and enter competitions to recite them and win prizes (listen). There were may verses that resonated with me then, though I was probably too young to understand them. These three in particular were my favorite and to this day I can recite them anytime:

नलिनीदलगत जलमतितरलं
तद्वज्जीवितमतिशयचपलम्
विद्धि व्याध्यभिमानग्रस्तं
लोकं शोकहतं च समस्तम्
(Translation: The life of a person is as uncertain as rain drops trembling on a lotus leaf, Know that the whole world remains a prey to disease, ego and grief.)

मा कुरु धन जन यौवन गर्वं
हरति निमेषात्कालः सर्वम्
मायामयमिदमखिलं हित्वा
ब्रह्मपदं त्वं प्रविश विदित्वा
(Translation: Do not boast of wealth, friends, and youth. Each one of these are destroyed within a minute by time. Free yourself from the illusion of the world of Maya and attain the timeless Truth.)

सत्सङ्गत्वे निस्सङ्गत्वं
निस्सङ्गत्वे निर्मोहत्वम्
निर्मोहत्वे निश्चलतत्त्वं
निश्चलतत्त्वे जीवन्मुक्तिः
(Translation: From the company of good people, comes non-attachment, from non-attachment comes
freedom from delusion, which leads to self-settledness, From self-settledness comes salvation).

The essence of these verses resonated with me then, but I had to let it go. What could I have done? Become an ascetic? I told myself that I was silly thinking of such stuff, for there are no answers to questions like this. But strangely enough, these questions have haunted me over and over again. I have asked myself these questions in private almost every year since, I have played around with possible answers for about couple decades. I had no one to discuss them with, I was also afraid that I would be coded as narcissistic or laughed at because these were existential questions and not something young people delve into. It was stuff for old retired people to ponder on when they have excess time on their hands. These questions did not fit the construct of the world I was in. The job of young people is to study hard, get a honorable degree, work, build a career, marry, buy a house, have a family, be the best parent you can be, save for retirement, play with grandkids, etc. I pursued that path.

And now? My world is torn apart, there are tears in my heart, where does that leave me? Should I pursue these questions now or should I construct another world - partner, career, money, cars, vacations, etc. - for another 30 years? I don't know. I suppose I am at a crossroad, and it's very cloudy, I should figure this out! The opportunity is there, but am I ready? Am I afraid?