I love rains

There is something magical about rain. Its one of the most fascinating things about nature right next to babies and black holes. The sight of a washed out world and smell of fragrant earth fills my heart with hope and joy. Its like a re-birth. Like a dip in a holy river.

Although most of all, I love Mumbai rains. I know they are a mess - the city stops, work becomes impossible. But rains in Mumbai are so earthen, so real - it feels like a city by the sea reaching out to to accept its roots and take a wash to be born new - every year. Mumbai rains bring the promise of something new. Wet, old buildings, wet train tracks, wet trees on random crossings, and children playing in the rain water - I romanticize Mumbai rains like crazy.

Mumbai is probably the only city in India where I have met the happiest people in the most difficult circumstances. There will be 8 people living in a one room house, but they will all still have love lives, friends, festivals, outings to the sea - a full life with dreams and hopes. The optimistic nature of this city is infectious.

Miss you Mumbai and Mumbai rains!

Of nightmares and dreams...

FEAR is the single biggest driver of human beings - it is that force that grips us, binds us, propels us, stops us, squeezes the life out us - and most of the time we don't even see it for what it is.

Do you really care about that job you have been doing for five years? Or is it just the fear of falling down the social ladder that's keeping you going? Do you really care about that promotion? Or is it just the fear of looking like a loser in front of your colleagues? What do we care about? When do we really stop to think about what we care about? And when do we actually do something about it?

From the time when we are in kindergarten we learn very quickly to chase "success" and then life becomes about chasing "success" and avoiding failure at any cost - an endless cycle that we just don't have an alternate to. What does a life of not chasing "success" look like? Is it a boring life without any meaning and drive? or is it a blissful life, away from the chaos of the world - a life of contentment, peace, and calm?

How can we know until we let go? Until we stop and rest and let go? Let go. There is no other way to know.