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Happy Diwali Everyone :)

I know I’m rarely on here – work is crazy and busy which is a good thing but I do miss you guys 😦

Anyway, I still had to absolutely come on and wish everyone a very prosperous Happy Diwali (Festival of Lights) and Indian New Year!

May you all be blessed with much happiness, health, wealth and prosperity in every aspect of your life this year.

Spread good cheer, positive thoughts, happiness and kindness to all you meet and remeber to celebrate you at every point because you’re the only one who does you to perfection!

Much love xoxo

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I met the love of my life …

Sorry I’ve been off the blog for such a consistent amount of absent time but sometimes life happens and other priorities take over – yes, even when you love writing as much as I (and most of my readers!) do.

I can only profusely apologise for both of my mistakes.

Have you caught on yet?

My first mistake – the obvious err in my ways – not keeping an active blog and number two?

Slightly misleading you with my very untrue headline! 😀

What?

I had to get your attention somehow, right?

I haven’t met the love of my life yet anyway (though I am working on that!) so for now my current consistent lover- the written word will have to suffice. Not that I’m complaining.

Work is ultra-busy (which is a great thing by the way – just in case you’re wondering) but I’m stoked to say that my second book in The Last True Blood Series is scheduled to release next month.

I’m very excited and I really do hope you’ll join me in my celebration of another milestone in my writing journey.

Watch this space; I’ll be dropping more details soon.

Cheerio & take care my lovelies 🙂

I’m back! Bring it on 2018!

Just wanted to drop a quick note in the midst of my email nightmare.

Just returned from a fabulous trip – I went to my favourite place on the planet, my India and ended with Hong Kong (which was equally as spectacular just in case you’re wondering).

But … I came back to over 1600 emails :0

I know, I know, was the holiday worth it? I’ve been struggling to answer that question but every time I close my eyes and reminisce I absolutely know it was so worth it!

Anyway, just wanted to let all of you very special people know that once I get to some sort of semblance with work (hopefully I’ll be there at the end of the week), I am back on my novel.

BTW – the cover is looking so amazing, I’m actually gushing – hope to share it with you soon.

Till then – all my love xoxo

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The Power of Faith

As a writer, I’m ashamed to admit that I rarely allow others a glimpse into my psyche and though I will often joke about my warped brain, the fact is I have always been a thinker.

Some consider this a boon but in all honesty I find that thinking too much is more painful than peaceful and wisdom can sometimes be, well, overrated.

Why?

Because there is a certain type of profound solace in simplicity and when it comes down to it, when I reminisce about knowledge, I picture a calming, peaceful, bright hue.

Not many people know this but some years ago I hurt my back, not exactly in a debilitating way (at least from a scientific perspective) but one that nevertheless paralysed me in living a life full of happiness and positivity through my late teens and into my early twenties.

During the time, I had begun to read a book called Living with the Himalayan Masters by Swami Rama and Autobiography of a Yogi by Sri Paramahansa Yogananda.

Now, I am a Hindu but I have been very fortunate to have been reared by parents who always pressed the importance of spirituality over any religion on my sister and I and for this, I will always be grateful.

So I really do hope that you see that the faith I am talking about is not attached to any particular religion or version of “God” but rather as a testament to the supremacy of faith and belief and Creative Life Force (as Sri Yukteswar Giri defines it) that we all have within us.

I haven’t had back pain for many years now, strongly believing that I had received a miracle of my own after a kind-hearted, gentle swami of my father’s told me with complete assurance that it had been fixed. Viewing it as my own version of a miracle that mirrored an event in the Autobiography of a Yogi, my mind, heart and soul completely believed his words and soon my back pain became a thing of the past.

Late last year however, it returned. I had nagging thoughts on how I couldn’t possibly deal with the pain all over again and how maybe I hadn’t received my miracle. In one short phrase – I had been infected with doubt.

One of the worst possible human emotions and weaknesses that any of us can let creep into our lives – doubt.

My parents have my whole life really, been my very own personal “God” in many ways and even their words of reassurance had little effect on the virus of doubt that was infiltrating my pores.

About two weeks ago I got a CT scan and the results were, to me at least, devastating. The problem had gotten worst according to my radiologist, and my doctor (who can’t read x-rays) made it appear to be even worse than my radiologist’s report.

After days of depression and heart-wrenching panic, I was in pain, plagued with mental and physical agony so I did some soul searching and sifted through my Autobiography of a Yogi copy and just opened random pages to “see the light”.

By utter chance, I landed on an excerpt where a disciple of Sri Yukteswar was beside himself because all the doctors he had seen had declared that he had a maximum of three months to live. The disciple had ran to his guru to beg for help and Sri Yukteswar has laughingly chided him for believing doctors who knew nothing about the Creative Force of all Beings and had proclaimed that he would be healed regardless of what any medical practitioners or experts stated.

The disciple had asked if he should continue with the medication to which his guru had replied – it’s up to you, take them or throw them, they will have no consequence on your health. The disciple got worse and worse by every passing hour but his faith remained steadfast, after all, his Guru had said he would be fine. Just when it looked like he had no hope, the next morning the disciple was completely healed – as if a miracle had just occurred before everyone’s eyes!

Though I am not comparing my situation with the dire one of this disciple, I decided last week, after reading this passage, that I too would have complete faith on my own miracle.

I didn’t care how it would happen, but all I knew is that it would happen – regardless of what anyone said or anything I saw.

Today, I went to my physiotherapist and though I had some trepidation, my faith remained steadfast. My Creative Life Force is unbreakable, undefeatable – omnipresent.

My CT scan had been misread and misdiagnosed by the radiologist; in fact, my back has one of the most beautiful curves (my physio’s words, not mine!).

I have my miracle and it’s one of the most beautiful feelings ever.

I have learnt two lessons from this:

1 – Positive thinking is absolutely the BEST medicine out there and it’s completely free and you don’t need a prescription.

2 – If you believe, I mean, truly believe no matter what, you WILL have your miracle, I promise it!

I know this is a long piece but for those of you who are down and in despair please know you are your very own version of “God” or a superpower. It’s all you, you just have to realise, experience and celebrate it.

Once you embrace the power we all are, you will quickly come to realise that YOU are omnipresent in every way!

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Why I’d prefer you penned down your argument …

Wouldn’t it be great if we could argue on paper instead?

Imagine that.

If you could just yell at me in prose, it would be so wonderful.

I could watch my favourite show without the constant bickering. And you could watch yours. Why do we always have to pick the time we want to watch TV to relate how much better the other one could be?

We could actually think before we spat out the venom that we do. Writing often makes us think before we unleash the poison within.

You and I could make up before we actually fought. Imagine that.

We would be forced to give one another the benefit of doubt before we pounced. Maybe we’d have enough time to reflect and realise the other one’s not the only one at fault.

Now, don’t you wish you could write our argument instead of using our vocal cords as well?

Maybe we could go to the beach and read each other’s qualms while we sun bake.

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What’s Your Most Cherished Earliest Memory?

I read this wonderful blog piece earlier today for work, and there was this interesting suggestion for Blog Writer’s Block that caught my eye (among the mammoth 150 or so odd suggestions for overcoming it).

The writer, Devin Burglund, suggested that you write about your earliest memory. So I thought I’d improvise … naturally. Because I like making things a little more difficult than they have to be, obviously.

One of my earliest, most cherished memories was when my very first crush, this absolute hottie (I was six by the way), a Colorado native at the British Continental School we both attended in Jeddah, Middle East told me he liked me. Trust me, even till this day, I still (as embarrassing as it sounds) get butterflies fluttering in my stomach when I think back to that hot sunny afternoon.

Had I known then that age and maturity would bring the awkwardness and fear of rejection, consequences and all the other unimportant and insignificant attributes it does, I would have savoured that innocent childhood moment when we didn’t care about what others thought about us, or before we had the experience and knowledge of annoying adult idiosyncracies so much more.

I lost touch with Jerome Douglas Noble but I’ve never forgotten the joy he gave me that day. I hope it was as sweet for him as it was for me and I like to flirt with the fantasy that he seldom thinks of me and that my memory brings a hint of a smile to his slightly twitching lips.

What about you? What’s your favourite memory?

Happy Holidays Everyone!

It’s that wonderful time of year again.

My favourite month is just around the corner, summer holidays for us Aussies! Yay!!!

I know I probably say this every year, but man am I ready for a break. I go on unofficial leave in about 2 1/2 weeks time and official leave in 3 1/2 which means that there’s a lot to do before I officially hang my socks up for the year.

It also means you lucky Bloggers get a much needed break from moi till about February, 2016 unless I sporadically post in between now till then because I absolutely have to.  Just to check up on all of you mischievous followers. But, you’re my mischievous lot so I love you 🙂

Anyway, have a wonderful, magnificently marvellous festive season with the people you care for and who love you back (because that’s important, just saying) and I will see you all in 2016.

Thanks for the laughs this year, you helped me get through many a dreary day. See you soon xoxo