Soulmate- who’s the One? 

I looked for the word “Soulmate” in my phone without an expectation. And there in front of me was a mail sent out to Geetanjali dated 6th Sept,’13, around three and a half years back which read: 

I read a new concept about Soulmates today.

“People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that’s what everyone wants. But a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that is holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life. 

A true soul mate is probably the most important person you’ll ever meet, because they tear down your walls and smack you awake. But to live with a soul mate forever? Nah. Too painful. Soul mates, they come into your life just to reveal another layer of yourself to you, and then leave. 

A soul mates purpose is to shake you up, tear apart your ego a little bit, show you your obstacles and addictions, break your heart open so new light can get in, make you so desperate and out of control that you have to transform your life, then introduce you to your spiritual master…” 

― Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love

Continuing with this mail- You don’t really feel their presence , in a way which is meant to be, when they enter your life. You don’t realise what they hold for you. You may even have no clue if they’re going to be one of the most important people you were to meet in your life. You might avoid them, love them or even hate them in the first go: for you’re clueless about them, just like anyone else you meet.  

I have been fortunate enough to cross paths with some of the people who I could call my Soulmates. My set of realisations after meeting my soulmate: 

  • I am one person who’s lived with their ego and have been proud of themselves. I realised how small and petty I am. I’ve felt small in their presence: with them being just one person; there might be so many others of the kind
  • Knowing your work well and being in love with whichever work you’re doing is of paramount importance 
  • Life has been easy on me- touchwood and I’m grateful for it. People have such stories and journeys which may be unimaginably tough and life changing 
  • Good times bring a lot of relatives and friends- not necessarily your true companions
  • People who stand with you in your testing times may be entirely different from the ones who you look up to today
  • I realised the superficiality in terms of knowledge and education I’ve been living with
  • There’s so much to learn and so many avenues to grow around 
  • I have my own insecurities to work about and transform myself into a better person  
  • Inspiration to take responsibility of my life and my surroundings 

And I’ve no qualms in confessing the frustration it built in me- I looked for help, desperately. Without an iota of solace, I headed out in all the directions only to find my closures within. I struggled, I asked for suggestions, but this wasn’t something I could ignore and move on with. I just couldn’t be the person I was before meeting them- I had to change. I’ve started off this journey of helping myself in ways beyond my expectations. I’ve done things I never believed I could and I’m wanting to do many more. 

People I thought have been my soulmates have left but I wouldn’t forget the lessons they left behind; those are worth pursuing. So, Be grateful to people who come into your life to change it once and for all. Don’t ask them to stay back- their purpose was very different than normal walk-ins and walk-outs. Believe in them and more importantly, believe in yourself. 

With lots of love and Best Wishes, 



My Inspiration for Blogging!!

You always know what you’re capable of. Horses are smart, elegant, classy creatures. And I know I could never be a horse. I wish I could be a donkey- only because, they’re hard-working. Instead I turned out to be an ass, a whole lot lazy ass.

For instance, I started writing “bachpan me”. It’s still childhood, the difference in just the time frames. And it then translates to bachpan wala bachpan, chotte hone wala bachpan, school wala bachpan, boards wala bachpan, grads wala bachpan, IIM wala bachpan, job ki beginning wala bachpan, recent wala bachpan. And I’ve been writing on and off with all those scribbled pages forever lying around me. Nevertheless, I’m never going to let this bachpan go anywhere and it’s going to stay for-EVER. Just a disclaimer: I’m sorry, but when you ask me to be serious, promise me what will you get me in exchange of that. I can consider if it’s worth and in case you’re sure it isn’t, don’t pester me.

Well, coming back to the story of blog, I keep going for adventures, no; don’t take me to be an adventure-freak; I don’t go for adventures. I just go places, and I don’t know how and why, but God likes to place me in such stands that it turns out to be adventurous. And during the month of May, this adventure lasted over a week. That’s when the lightning struck me (not literally but, figuratively). More examples of such craziness has been that in a span of 22 days, I’ve travelled to Punjab-Chandigarh-Jammu-Delhi-Kolkata-Gangasagar-Mumbai-Chennai-Vellore-Tirupati. In another span of 15 days, it was Punjab- Chandigarh-Mumbai-Shirdi-Shani Shignapur-Delhi-Bhubaneshwar-Jajpur-Jammu. And when I travel to such places, I have a knack of cutting the crap and putting myself into it. I’ve a life full of coping up with such moments of embarrassment, societal (dis)harmony, help(less)full people and hapless “marmade” in disguise.

And that’s exactly when I also helped myself realize that God has blessed me with an awfullysome memory which helps me wade away all these experiences and moments. I’m like a blank slate every morning of getting up. After losing it (p)out for 27 long years, (alright 7 days in excess of it): I thought I should’ve diary. Because I can easily misplace a physical diary, alright I can also lose passwords equally at ease, I realized a page should summarize it when I have my grandkids one day. Those grandkids are surely going to be much more sober and embarrassed about their grandma than I would ever be, about my ownself.

“You get old and you realize there are no answers, just STORIES”. – Garrison Keiller. And hold on, I’m just going to write this story, before some else writes a (posthumous) biography of a girl that LIVED.

Happy Living, Happy Loving