Papa’s girl

Popsy, it has been a long time we have had a call,

It has been 1095 days that we have tried knowing it all,

What we have realized is that your blessings are always with us,

Be it at home, while making a decision and on the other side of the world.

There is not even a single time that we don’t miss you around,

Be it celebrations, conversations or just some dialogues, profound,

From the person who has been trained from you, or the other way round,

Each member has sweet memories of you and keeps thinking about you at each bound.

A lot of times when I think of the Saturday, 14th of January,

I wonder how you felt and there must be so much to say,

And then I tell myself it would have been hard either way,

To let you go to the good place, bid farewell, and send you this far away.

P.S: We miss you and wonder where you are, how you are even if we know you are always with us.

Growing another year wiser~

Happy Birthday to me,

Happy Birthday to me,

Happy Birthday, happy birthday 

Happy Birthday to me.

I am usually super excited for my birthdays, I plan a lot of things myself for my special day but this year growing old felt like a different milestone altogether. Crossing 30 felt a bit weird and each year as the number is growing up, it feels strange. While I think about this I remember my aunt saying, ‘Don’t think about getting old, worry about thinking old”. This is such a profound line. I thought to myself how past year has been, with so many learnings and building relationships with a lot of people. 

My main highlights of this year were starting the Bay drive and joining the school for my MBA. I was blessed being healthy and being loved more by my favorites. I did a couple of vacations this year, each one was fantastic. From driving in the Dublin to backpacking at Tahoe, I loved them all. This brings me to my last line which is going to be from the wiser me as the clock strikes 12. it doesn’t matter how old we get, what matters is what memories we create and experiences we live. Life is so super short, that we need to make the most of it, or else it will just slip away and we won’t realize it has:) #justathought

As we celebrate each day

Time passes so quickly, it feels way more than a year, 

With memories, endless laughter created in top gear, 

These will double as we grow with each other, 

Who knew a single conversation would move this further.

Preparing meals, and struggling to find a deal,

It has been a crazy ride as we put the #moonpeak seal,

Inspiring each other to achieve one’s dream, 

Fulfilling cravings, not letting one another loose steam.

It is all about camaraderie, as we build this companionship, 

So much fun to discuss various topics, being the flop to your flip,

As we learn, teach and become better,

At the things we never thought were sweeter.

Basketball games, theatres, experiences together,

Has made you one of the most fun room-mates ever, 

Couldn’t find an amazing person to be with,

Paying gratitude to this life that I am blessed with.


My journey towards helping

As a kid, if anyone asked me what I wanted to become, my answer varied each year, or should I say each quarter. As I grew, I did not have a concrete answer, but I knew I liked basketball as a sport and accounts as a subject. In no time, I started pursuing Chartered Accountancy. I completed the course with a lot of determination and perseverance while working at an audit firm. I realized this was not my calling and I was still trying to figure out what was. I transitioned my field from Accounting to Advertising, which was a huge step, and I never looked back and regretted any of my decisions. In fact, I had the opportunity to learn about two different industries and starting my own nonprofit. I had immense satisfaction and joy connecting different people to the act of giving and helping out organizations with resources and volunteering time. This led to the regular events at The KTM Drive. Having said that, I was still figuring out my calling all these years. The move from K-town to the Bay area made me realize a lot of options I could choose from. My experience in radio, the unconditional bond with the kids at the nonprofit, my role as an account executive, there were all these options I could try and explore. I applied to radio stations and advertising companies, but something did not fall in place. I thought to myself that I should explore the sector of Corporate Social Responsibility too.

Little did I know, there was so much in this zone to discover as I spoke to more and more people. It was very different than what I had seen in The KTM Drive. The non-profits had set volunteering slots and for some of them, there was a background check requirement. Yes, that’s right, check for volunteering and helping. I was surprised as you guys are but I gave my documents and went to the nearby police station to give my finger-prints for teaching computers at the Mt. View Senior Centre. I wanted to help more and that’s when I started working with Goodera. With Goodera’s technology platform, corporate businesses increase and track their social impacts and volunteering engagement. This was great and I got the opportunity to build relationships with different nonprofits. I volunteered for 150 hours, and realized there was so much help needed this side of the world too, probably not in terms of resources but definitely time. I went to different non-profits across various cause areas and onboard the nonprofits in our platform so more employees could volunteer.

The concept of soup kitchens, food banks were new to me and it felt like there was help for food until I read that one in four people in San Francisco struggle with hunger. This is when I started questioning what could go wrong. I started talking to more people relevant to this area and came to the conclusion that there is no one thing that causes homelessness here. People are not born poor they become poor. It is a mixture of various elements. There are so many areas that need help, homelessness just being one.

As I go forward in this journey and explore more, I believe that each person reading this blog or anywhere in the world wants to give, in any form. And the world would be such a great place if everyone did, and there was a power which allowed them to. When I say this imagine yourself to be of help in any part of the world and know that you are making a difference in someone’s life. I can say we all want this because we are the ones who have enough.


Uber Stories

I have always enjoyed conversations with unknown people, be it waiting for my flight at the airport or meeting a new group at a friend’s wedding. I feel everyone has a story to share and each one of us have various perspectives on life which are super interesting. I remember my mom telling me the other day that as a kid, I would start conversing with foreigners and end up trading coins with them for my coin album. I was not surprised to hear that as I am still in touch with some of my travel friends. I believe each person can teach us a lot in such less time and some individuals have pretty crazy/hilarious stories.

Since I moved to the Bay area, I have been using public transportation a lot, which essentially means I have been taking Uber and Lyft rides frequently, as the train frequency is very less to the city. However, the day I own a car, I will miss all my fun Uber stories. So, here, I am presenting some of them.

  1. The most Generous driver:- I saw a tip box as I entered from the back gate of the car. I wondered what could it be since there is a system of tip for all services in the US, I was not sure if it was expected for me to give a tip for my ride. My curiosity rose and I asked the driver about the box, he told me he bought sandwiches from the collection of the tip box and gave it to the homeless. This touched my heart and I asked him why does he do this? He said the look and the smile on people’s face when I give them to eat or provide them with a kit cannot be compared. He is such an inspiration. He is a boy from Brazil, driving in the US, and he sends his money back home so his parents can build a house.
  2. Addition to my currency album, the giver:- It was a 15-minute drive in Seattle, I asked the driver on how was his day going, and then our small talk began. He told me he was from Morocco, as we passed a Moroccan restaurant and showed it to me. We started talking about the visa system and he told me that he received his PR in a few weeks that he was here through a diversity visa. I was amazed and I asked him if I could see what the card looked like, he showed it to me, and at the same time, a Morrocan bill slipped from his wallet. I remembered it was a currency I did not have in my currency album, I asked him if we could exchange it. To my surprise, he said why don’t you keep it. As I answered his question, I arrived at my location. All of it happened in a hurry, and I got down with the bill. I wondered how could I send him the exchange and I ended up sending him a tip a little more than the exchange rate:)
  3. Learning Languages:- A common question asked by the Uber drivers are “Where are you from?” When I say Nepal, some think of it to be a part of India, while some know that it is one of the countries that Britishers never ruled. The man who was my driver that day was the latter one. He studied and taught different languages and asked me how many languages could I speak. My answer was three but I added that I would love to learn more. It was a long drive so he proposed to teach me a bit of Spanish. He asked me to repeat after him and I learned some basic Spanish words by the end of the drive:)
  4. The Philosophies Of Life:- Sharing the same principles towards life, builds connection fast. We started talking about the weather and were smiling how people around us complained that the day was super hot. We discussed how it has become a habit to whine even if there are so many beautiful things that we are surrounded by. In short, both of us were giving gratitude to the beautiful day and the healthy happy life that we were living.
  5. The Podcast boy:- Our conversation started with the podcast that was being played in the car, and it was followed by a list of different podcasts I should listen too:)
  6. Lessons on driving:- Before I got my driver’s license, I would notice the skills of the person driving and ask questions if need be. There was this one time the uber driver gave me some tips and tricks of passing the test and also proposed that he could drive me to the farthest DMV which had seats available for the driving exam.
  7. Visa problems:-  There are many people going through different visa problems in the US. I met a driver from Nepal, and he was telling various stories on how people want to settle in the US and the different approaches they try. He is married but his wife and the entire family are in Nepal. Their visa hasn’t been approved yet.
  8. Mexican girl:- I met Briana at the Caltrain station at Hayward. She is from Mexico and she is the founder member of the app called Signamy. This app translates Sign Language using Ai and ComputerVision, combined with animation to help understand sign language. She is such an inspiration to be starting something for a set of people who she doesn’t have a personal experience with. You can watch the videos for the product.
  9. The Vent Out session:- Usually all uber drivers are experienced and know how to use Uber/Lyft applications. There are only a few who are new and struggle to add a passenger. This happened once when I was the first passenger on a Shared Lyft ride and the driver mentioned that it was his second day as a driver. He then started telling me his story on how he worked hard on his dad’s business, and it never worked out for him at the end. He said how he wanted to take his life in a relaxed manner and he chose driving to interact with different people.
  10. The Afghani boy:- There are plenty of good things in the US, but what are the things that you miss about your place asked the Uber Driver. I did not have a list as he did, but I  said, I miss my work and the people. To this, he started with his list of how he did not like being here. Even if this place has opportunities, he missed riding his horse to fetch water from another side of the village. He was from a village in Afghanistan.
  11. The Smart One:- One of the constant discussions is how expensive living in the Bay area is. This Uber driver was intelligent to give his home for rent, and move to an apartment a little farther away 20 years back. The rent from his previous home paid the mortgage of his new home and today he lives in his second home.

These are some interesting stories, but there have been times when the driver has left without any reason after I waited for 15 minutes after calling for a shared car ride. Just recently I was asked to lower my volume by the driver while I was speaking on my phone as it distracted him. These are all part and parcel of these Uber rides.


Some Dreams:)

Last night, I see you in my dreams, 

There are no long conversations and our face lit up with glee,

The whole place is so happy to see you,  

One time that we thought we would never do. 

You mentioned you are around all the time,

Taking care of us as always, without a sigh,

You say you are guiding us in every bend,

Been there since the first one till the end. 

After the quick talk, you are about to leave, 

I get up to find that I was in a deep sleep,

With the sweetest thought that I get up to, 

I have a tear in my eye with a smile too.

It seemed like confusion in the beginning,

I did not try to reason the feeling, 

Since it was so real and true, 

This power of unconditional love can only be from you.

Letter to our angel, our guardian, our popsy:)

We know we make you proud each day,
Even if we cannot hear you say,
We know you are guiding us in each stage,
You taught us to lead a content life, not to follow the maze.

Your teachings were simple as you were,
Your virtues so strong, we try to follow the bar,
You were an example to many, and loved by all,
Your nature connected elders to the kids in the block.

Perfection in accounts and recycling the items which were old,
You spent time being creative in the garden during the cold,
You could hardly say no and make our wishes come close,
It is an honour to be the daughter of a man whose heart is of gold.

As we remember you each day and smile at the good memories,
A part of me still wants to drive you around, handle the car keys,
As we know you left all of us with happy health and life,
A part of me still questions that ending which would have never felt right.

Let’s write!

The other day we were having a discussion on how writing is a mental exercise, and it should be carried out more frequently, in each stage of our lives. As kids, we spend time learning and writing the alphabets of different languages, which in turn helps us write the first word which is usually our name. Then is the phase when we practice our handwriting in the handwriting textbooks, writing the same alphabet again and again. This eventually reaches the level of writing a sentence on our own.

As we grow old, we are taught to write essays on various topics for our curriculum and our holiday homework consists of one page of writing to better our skills. Even if we tried finding the shortest of sentences, this work was not the best of all. It would be so much better if we were asked to write and express our thoughts and pen down what we felt like. Be it book review or writing a summary or preparing for an essay competition, we were always writing on the topic given to us, adding a creative element to it. We were never encouraged to write in general other than the subjects discussed in school, this was not stressed upon. After school, the college was all about exchanging views, presentations rather than writing, so the most part of forming words were reminders, text messages, notes and emails.

Each one of us has a different flair of writing and it is pretty interesting to read thirty different approaches to the same subject and there can be so much that can be written about. Writing can be a stress buster and it can control different emotions that we have as a human in an everyday life. I would sincerely urge everyone reading this to make it a habit to write as we try to read some pages of a book in a day. It could be a paragraph or a one-pager that can be the target to write. It could be about our everyday routine or paying gratitude to the things surrounding us, or some thought that we are constantly struggling with. Writing is an exercise, which is a win-win situation for each one of us, the more we write, the better we get at it. We also get answers to a lot of questions that we are struggling to find as we get our thoughts together while writing. It is a beautiful and strong feeling that can only be experienced after trying. I had been missing out on it since a while but here I am to the art of discovering, with the art of writing. So, let’s write!

Happening now:)

“Listening to the different sounds of birds chirping,
Looking at the various shades of green changing,
Breathing the fresh morning air while writing, 
The swishing of the dry leaves and the rustling.

Getting up to watch the sunrise on a normal day, 
Watching the moon to greet goodbye to an awesome phase,
Have we forgotten to value these beautiful things as we live in a maze,
Or is it that we ignore the experiences in an everyday craze.

Paying attention from being awake in the presence, 
Can be the most beautiful feeling and a sign of happiness,
Practising gratitude that we are blessed with all of this and much more,
Will give meaning to our lives, feel content, it is the only core”

This is grief.

All of us have been through hard times, while we have lost our loved ones. We have experienced days which we never imagined and we hope it never repeats.  We understand the constant thing in life is change, and this is a temporary world that we live in, yet it is impossible to bid goodbye to our favorites forever who have been our permanent. Each one of us has struggled to manage the different situation, which was out of our control and many of us have been strong for people around us, our families, but at the same time, we have been weak in the inside. How do we cope up with these circumstances, if not today but in some years? How do we handle ourselves?

There is no right or wrong answer to it. It is a walk alone. There will be many who would be there to listen, but you will walk alone down your own path, your emotions. You will be there with your denial, your sheared off pain, your questions on “Why is it happening to me?” and “Why this beautiful person from my life?”. “What did they do wrong, this was not the right time”, all these questions will flood your mind and you will start finding answers when there are none. You will suddenly feel more responsible and mature, and you will come to peace, on your own, in your own time.

This is the period when you will be vulnerable to understand the vicious cycle of life and reason each thought. You will connect the dots and remember everything and each moment spent with that person. The loss of that individual will never be healed and there will always be a void in your heart.

There are some things that helped me during this unexpected situation when I lost my dad two and a half years ago. These are out of my experiences that I want to share. A part of my healing was writing, expressing how I felt, how it all happened suddenly and how I missed him so much. The next was embracing that he left us with so many learnings and wisdom and celebrating the person that he was by reflecting on his persona throughout. I am content that he did not suffer during his last few moments and I understand that today when I see many people suffering from different diseases.

It is never going to be easy, and we need to let it out, as much as we can, and believe that it is a plan that has already been designed and we are only following the steps. If we cannot realize that it is made for us too, then we are still living in the illusion, which will strike us again and it will be super duper difficult, instead of being super difficult. This awareness might make us do things differently, behave in an alternate way, and all in all, make us a better human being.