Tag: travel

  • To Infinity, Beyond…. and Birds (Part 2)

    To Infinity, Beyond…. and Birds (Part 2)

    Life is a movie!

    Photo by Darpan on Unsplash

    This post is in continuation to a previous post (To Infinity, Beyond…. and Birds (Part 1)).

    Scene Three: The Bird Conference at Venice Beach

    The next morning we marched to Venice Beach with umbrellas, chairs, snacks and lots of sunscreen. We were ready for round two of family magic.

    As we got out of our car and headed towards the beach we saw folks coming back smiling nervously towards us. I smiled back, unaware about what’s to come.

    We were expecting long stretch of golden sand, instead, we found 200-300 birds gathered on the sand. Not flying around chaotically, oh no. They were sitting and organized, like in a TED Talk.

    Photo by BehindTheTmuna on Unsplash for reference, we were too scared to click our view.

    They probably flew in from around the world for their seasonal Vegas style conference.

    Topic: How to Scare Humans Who Just want A Beach Day

    As we walked down with our gear, my body went straight into panic mode.

    My vegetarian brain whispered: We are not apex predators. Abort mission.

    We turned around so fast, it looked like a cartoon dust cloud.

    Scene Four: Dogs At Poplar Beach

    Plan B : Poplar Beach. Maybe fewer birds?

    Yes..but…

    Poplar beach was not kind to us as well. The cold wind slapped our faces the moment we stepped out. It was probably not the best day to wear beach shorts. Well, you live and learn.

    My legs stung and my cheeks burned, and before I could settle in, I heard it,

    “ALFIE! STOP, BOY!”

    Photo by Bobby on Unsplash for reference as I was busy running away in my mind

    I turned around and saw a 9 year old clutching an empty leash. 

    In front of him was a tall orange, gruff dog charging towards me, mouth open and saliva flying like a slo-mo sports replay I never wanted to star in, and definitely not without safety gear.

    This may sound cute in theory, but a nightmare in practice.

    A part of me screamed, “RUN!” Another part of me whispered, “Don’t run, he will think it’s a game!”

    So I stood frozen, calculating my odds, thinking is this worth it? How many Dosas will it take to heal this trauma?

    Scene Five: The Buffet Redemption

    By 11:30 AM we surrendered and gave up on the beach. Hunger had taken over.

    We drove to Mantra in Mountain View, and oh my god!

    We turned our table into a monument, plates stacked like Eiffel Tower… and leaning like Pisa by the end. There were curries in all colors of the universe, baskets of Garlic Naans, Gol-Gappas that popped with spicy water, hitting the back of my throat like fireworks in Diwali.

    The first bite of the crispy golden yellow dosa nearly made me cry.

    The asparagus croquettes melted in my mouth like a peace treaty after war.

    Plates stacked with Gulab Jamuns, rasmalais were wiped clean like a rumba just glided over them.

    After escaping birds, dogs and even radios, we ate like, ironically, crazy dogs. And it was glorious.

    Final Credits: Lessons From My Daughter

    By the end of the day, I was drained, full and grateful.

    My sister laughed through every twist, helped me at every turn and I kept hoping she is enjoying her visit despite our family comedy tour. My daughter, as always was the calmest of all. She did not care about lights, radios or dog stampedes.

    She just loved the movie, loved sitting in her aunt’s lap and loved the popcorn.

    When we reached home, she looked at me with total seriousness and said, “Mumma! You forgot to give me juice!”

    And that was that. The final punchline of our adventure.

    Moral of the story? 

    Don’t expect “perfect.” Perfect is boring. Go for messy, tape-covered, radio-static, bird-conference, dog-chasing, buffet-saving chaos. I understand now that the world does not owe me comfort. It offers me moments and it’s up to me to hold them with gratitude. Every smile, every frustration, every little twist stitched us closer together. Frame by frame, our own messy masterpiece.

    And maybe that’s the real movie we were meant to live.

    I would love to hear your messy adventures and do share if you were able to relate with mine.

  • Beyond Rituals: Reclaiming Shakti

    Beyond Rituals: Reclaiming Shakti

    Reclaiming Shakti

    On the quite power within us, beyond rituals

    There’s a moment in every woman’s life where she begins to question, what tradition asks of her and what she wants to keep. This post is a personal reclaiming. It is not rooted in rage. It is not against the rituals, but beyond them.

    Navratri celebrates Shakti, the powerful force behind creation, preservation, and destruction. For nine days, we perform rituals to honor the feminine energy and worship the Goddess in her many forms. But there’s a contradiction in this festival that we often ignore. We pray to the goddess, yet how do we treat the women and girls around us, the real living goddesses, during the rest of the year? Beyond these nine days of worship, do we truly respect and value them in our daily lives?

    Today, in many places, women are still trapped by old traditions, rudhivadi prathaein that limit their freedom and choices. While they are praised in words, they face oppression in reality. During Navratri, we call little girls “devis,” but how many of them are silenced, held back, and denied their potential? Worship during the festival feels empty if it’s not followed by respect, protection, and equality in daily life.

    If we think about time and space in a more cosmic sense, Navratri is like a pause—a fleeting moment  where we pretend to realign with the divine feminine. But what does it mean if, once that moment is over, we return to the same broken patterns? Time is not linear; it folds back on itself. The energy we create during Navratri spreads into the universe, but so does the energy of our actions throughout the rest of the year. Worshipping the goddess for nine days doesn’t undo the harm women endure for the rest of the year.

    The real celebration of Navratri would be to break free from the chains of outdated, oppressive traditions.

    True praise for Shakti isn’t found in ritual alone, it’s found in how we transform our world to honor her in all forms, in every space, and across all time.

    We cannot keep offering respect in these small windows while ignoring the larger flow. Until we evolve, until we truly honor her by breaking down the systems that oppress women, our prayers remain as hollow as the clay idols we immerse at the festival’s end.

    Navratri is filled with rituals—teekadhaaga, offerings, and chants. We go through these motions, believing that by doing them, we’re connecting with the divine. But have we stopped to question what prayer truly means? 

    To me these are simply a series of rituals we have inherited without understanding the depth behind them. 

    To me, these are just rituals, comfortable gestures that make us feel like we’re doing something, even when nothing changes.

    To me, the ritual has become the end itself, and the essence of prayer is lost in the noise of mantras repeated without thought.

    To me, these symbolisms are supposed to complement the deeper work of meditation, self-awareness, and inner transformation. 

    Prayer, in its purest form is meant to expand us and help us transcend dimensions and travel across the multiverse to its origin, Shakti. And, the rituals, the teeka, the dhaaga, amongst many others, they’re reminders, small tokens to keep us grounded. But they’re meaningless if they don’t come with the real work of reflection and inner growth.

    The problem is, we’ve flipped the order.

    We’ve come to believe that performing the ritual is enough, that by placing a thread on our wrists or offering a flower, we’ve done our part. But true prayer starts within. It’s not about what we do on the outside, but how we evolve on the inside. Rituals are meant to be an addition to meditation, a way to support our spiritual journey, not a shortcut to bypass it.

    We cannot expect to honor Shakti through empty rituals on nine days if we’re not willing to do the deeper work of changing how we live and how we treat the women around us. These nine days of prayer are supposed to be a time of transformation, a reflection of the feminine power that flows through the universe. But until we shift our focus from superficial gestures to meaningful change, we will remain stuck in this cycle of hypocrisy—worshipping goddesses in our temples while neglecting the Shakti that lives in every woman.

    यत्र नार्यस्तु पूज्यन्ते रमन्ते तत्र देवताः

    (Yatra naryastu pujyante ramante tatra devataah) 

    taken from the Manusmriti (Manusmriti 3.56)

    Have you ever quietly rewritten rituals in your life? I’d love to hear what reclaiming looks like for you.

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