Wednesday, April 25, 2018

Spreading Wings

I am sitting in the Green Library of Stanford University. I am in the third quarter of my Master's program here. By mid-August, I will be completing my Master's in International Education Policy Analysis. I haven't written on this blog in a long long time and it was time I talk to myself and to all you unknown people who read it and make me feel connected with myself.
I feel I have come a long way in my journey. I recollect my memory of a child who would sit in the train every month to go back to her college and cry for going back, leaving her mother back home until next time. Today, I don't have my mother waiting for me from college but her memories are still as fresh and pining as always. I have two good sisters who make it easier like her. They mirror lot of her qualities so much so I act younger to my younger sister. I have world's most beautiful nieces and I am so glad that my sister decided to have two children. They are adorable and make my life beautiful.
I feel I have come a long way in my journey. I have some deep friendships that I lost but those made me wiser. I used to wonder that forgiveness is the only way to move forward. A while ago I had a debate with a school principal that how she believed in punitive justice and how I believed in restorative one. I worked with juvenile children who were committing crime every day but their redemption lied with people who would not judge them. I thought the only way to save the world and oneself is through restoration. But when I see an 8-year old girl raped, I wonder if restoration is possible. Shouldn't the people who abuse their power be punished? Gandhian principles would say forgiveness is the only way and I grew up believing in those. But I was tested in my friendships and I realized forgiveness is never an easy road. To truly forgive when you feel you are wronged is the biggest wisdom one can develop overcoming their ego. I failed in overcoming my ego in the Gandhian test. It is my experiments with the truth.
I feel I have come a long way in my journey. I am filled with inspiration to build a great career after my Master's program. I haven't found the job that I want to do but I have realized the reason I didn't become a lifetime software engineer, is the reason that fills my senses with aspiration to be better. I didn't want just another career. I wanted a great career. I have always been ambitious. And this place, some of the professors are just so intelligent that it blows my mind and tells me that all the small steps that I have taken will someday lead to my own unique meaningful road, like it had thus.
I feel I have come a long way in my journey. When I worked as a software engineer nine years ago back, I used to have this efficient life - where I would cook, do housekeeping, work hard - kick some ass, exercise every day and have the biggest grin on my face at the end of the day. Those kinds of days have returned. I am still the same person with the biggest grin at the end of the day especially when I am cycling back home at the end of a long night in the library. There is not much difference in those days and now except that I much more self-sufficient, more frugal, yet more free and much relaxed. I am back to basics in some sense. I am conscious of how much waste I am throwing, how much water I am using, how much time I am whiling away. It makes me feel in harmony within and around.
I feel I have come a long way in my journey. I did my second 10-day Vipassana this past December and like before it made me a whole different person as I came out of it. I have less expectations of people, more listening ability, better observation, better reflection and more centredness. I am so grateful I did this again. The insight I receive is always more profound than I can possibly learn from anything else.
I feel I can go anywhere I want to and go anywhere I can. There will always be a birdsong in the morning. People from every country are made of those same complexities. Every nation is failing and succeeding. Every human being is selfish in love and yet every parent is not. The journey is longer; I have to put some more building blocks before I write the end of my story. Until then, I keep going. I wish people well; the warmth of their families, some inspiration from their work, and aliveness from within. Love. Saloni.

Sunday, August 20, 2017

What the wave will bring tomorrow

One of my all time favourite movie - Cast Away - has a closing line. Tom Hanks remembers how a wave, after 4 years of his solitary confinement on the island, brings a steel part which he uses for making a boat to escape and eventually be rescued to humanity. In these 4 years, his wife has remarried and has a family. He doesn't know where to go what to do with his rescued self. And so he says, from the hope that was rendered to him by the wasted part of that steel, "Who knows, what the wave will bring tomorrow!" I think all of us go through a life where we have been rescued by something and from something. We didn't get the life boat but a steel part to build one. And so we were saved.

I have been living in Hyderabad for last 4 years. I have gone through the most terrible phase of my life with this as my habitat, losing both my parents while I was here. But in form of family, love and friendships, part-by-part, my life kept on resurrecting unnoticeably. The place tested me on my vices and my virtues. I came across my failures as a human. Rarely, I won few of them in some re-battles. But mostly I failed.

I persisted till my parents' last breath. I knew the day when I was sure that my mother will leave the world soon. She smiled for the last time that day and was gone 6 days later. I lived in the empty house for next few months, applying myself to work as much as I could. When I stood up for something I believed in, I realised one of the leaders and I don't align. I bowed out of the organisation with grace.

I found a roommate in a friend. Life became easier. I found that all major universities I applied to accepted me. Stanford especially. Life brought lot of joy. I emerged from my brooding self to be someone who could start a day with a smile, and could bring happiness for others.  I also came across situations when I got entangled, with my own self.  For few, I found the way out - through acceptance, surrender and forgiveness. The act of growing up or may be still not!

Doing Yoga in Sivananda ashram brought me some perspective. I looked beyond the cages of my mind and at the world in more abstract way. I reinforced the teachings of Vipassana, of that of impermanence and kept living every day. And that has brought me to today.

Two days from now, I will be leaving the land of my birth, the land to which my parents merged, this chaotic, corrupted, fanatic noisy country for at least one year. I will be leaving the place which showed me the path to conquer myself and the people who led me to do so. The place where my inward journey started and has the key to its finality. The place where the love of my life lives and where some friendships cemented.

I feel I will return. But an explorer without a map may not find her way back. So, I don't promise myself anything. I love learning. I am a life-long learner. That is the most important thing for me. The wave will bring something tomorrow again. I will make another life-boat and sail.

Sunday, May 21, 2017


I have not been working since March 31st. This has been longest that I didn't have a full-time job in last 10 years. I have been reading a lot and buying lots of book on my kindle. I recently finished few books -

1. Sudeep Chakravarthy's Highway 39  - Since the time I visited Nagaland and Manipur, I have always wanted to know about these places more. Highway 39 is Sudeep's travel through North Easter states of Nagaland and Manipur. I have been reading his articles in Mint weekly and thought of trying his books. They are very well-written. We all have grown-up taking Northeastern states as part of India for granted. This book tells about how our government and army continuously violates human rights in those states.

2. Sudeep Chakravarthy's Red Sun - Sudeep travelled to the origin of Naxalbari movement and to all the places where it has taken its roots. The good thing about his writing is that he keeps it very real - one can picture him in those places, those conversations. This book has really made me a part of India which I have not been in touch with or in all humility, I have not been able to access otherwise.

3. Madeleine Thien's Do Not Say We Have Nothing - Earlier this January, I read a book based in China called "Do Not Say We Have Nothing". That book spoke about two families in China during the Maoist regime. The book is extremely well-written and takes you to the world of innocent people, fighting a difficult war within and outside.

4. Aman Sethi's A Free Man - This book has been my most memorable book in recent times. It talks about a Dehadi worker in Sadar Bazar Ashraf and all people closely connected to his life. I have been to Sadar Bazar so many times in my life but reading this book is like a slow travel in that market.

5. Karl Ove Knaussgard's Some Rain Must Fall  - Oh! What a book! To discover your inner self in the way Karl does is truly a gift and a work of genius. He describes everything about himself in details that by end of the book you know him and yourself too.

6. Sheryl Sandberg's Option B - This book is very close to my own journey of facing loss and going through it, surviving every day. There were lot of things mentioned in the book that I have faced but never gave words to them.

On my Kindle current reading list right now -

1. The Flat World and Education - Linda Darling-Hammond
2. Man's search for meaning - Victor Frankl
3. The Book of Joy - His Holiness Dalai Lama and Archbishop Desmond Tutu
4. Flow: The psychology of happiness - Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi

It is great to be able to read so much. Will see you soon again!

Sunday, April 16, 2017

Life as we know it,,

I slept at around 10 AM in the morning. Last night, we had a blast! My office gang just threw another party for me. They brought their own drinks, ordered food, danced to their heart's delight and chatted up until the dawn. After clearing up, I took a bath, regretted why we party so much and how it does not answer any quintessential question of life, but still sometimes makes you feel loved and connected.

A notable night I guess. I have been off work from 31st March. Two weeks over. I have an unending list of tasks to be completed before I go to US. Full-time task-list is an understatement. One one hand, it will make me busy but on the other it is a missed opportunity on what I would loved to do in a break. Not sure if I will get a work break like this again.

Reading a book these days - The Red Sun. A book on Naxal-badi. Very well-written. After so many years, I was remembered of the moment when I watched Hazaron Khawishein Aisi for the first time. And then my second deep encounter was award-winning book "The Lives of Others" by Neel Mukherjee. It has always been a debate in my head on the right way to save the lives of countless marginalised amidst the government corruption. It just sometimes feel how important it is to be in the middle of the tough problems that we need to solve in this country.

Earlier in my research of graduate school, I came across a professor at Columbia, who works for setting up education system in conflicted areas like Syria. In a resettled life, how do you provide right to education for those who have been displaced? Education looks like a privilege in absence of basic needs but one of the most important way to uplift people to heal.

I have been recently offered admissions at Stanford Graduate School of Education. I am heading there this fall. It make me feel empowered to have access to platform like Stanford. I wonder that some day I work for conflicted regions in India. To create a systemic change of education - contextual, preserving and empowering - to the tribes of India. It gives me a dream to live life differently, a path that I walked on for a while, lost, and then have found again. Will write soon again!