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Because life is not discrete, but a continuum ...

Because life is not discrete, but a continuum ...

I have been thinking a lot about life.. Mine in particular. About the lives I have led, the lives I have cast aside, the lives I chose thinking they would be better, the lives I got wrong, the lives I did right but did not realize because I could not articulate or perhaps, because of hubris. But, mostly, of how amazingly lucky I have been to have lived and be living!

Sometimes though, things stay with you through all of those lives, despite you; indeed, without conscious thought. Like that thread of connection or perhaps and safe comfort of acceptance and acceptable. For me, through all the changes, ups and downs of my life - one thing has stayed constant - from birth to now ….

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And I Came Home...

And I Came Home...

Just over a year ago, I decided I needed a hiatus. A change. A chance. Something new. Utterly different. Something to slap me in the face and wake me up. A few months ago, an opportunity landed on my lap; it sounded too good to be true. And, it was! Too Good and Too True! :)

The long and short of it, is that I spent 9 months living outside US, for the most part based in Italy, traveling Europe, Asia and collecting information about cultures, peoples' values, real life experiences, what food means to people in different spaces in life and the world,.... and, yet how similar we all are.

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A Mystery Up at Stone Barns

A Mystery Up at Stone Barns

The first time I heard of Stone Barns was a few years ago when Mike and I were tossing around ideas for a piece I was going to write for Spenser Magazine. But, the timing did not work out with the publishing schedule, that plan got parked and I wrote about Uruguay instead. We attempted to revisit it again later but it quite never came through.

Last Summer, as an excuse to practise my driving skills, patient teacher and I decided to head to the famed farm to table pioneers and see what the fuss was all about. Blue Hill Cafe in NYC and the restaurant up in Stone Barns has been making headlines in the new whole know-your-food movement taking off in the US. The thing that always gets me about these places is ...

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A day to reflect..

Looking on the other side
September 11.

I distinctly remember this day in 2001. I was not yet in the US but was going to start my first job with a US company in their Indian office. When the planes crashed, it was near dinner time in my house in Chennai and my granddad was alive and watching TV. Suddenly, he called me to witness what was happening in downtown NY as it was broadcast to the world. To be honest, my first reaction was that this was some action reel and I was annoyed that he had disturbed me from a book, I was engrossed in, for a show and tell. But, then, it was not a joke and an absolute shock even to those of us who lived far away. Even though India is not a stranger to terrorist activities, in the Southern city I lived in, I was fairly insulated.

13 years have passed. I now live in NYC and my grand-dad lives in the Heavens above. But, sadly, the world has hardly changed around us.

I am still a touch insulated. And, for that, I am forever grateful to the security measures around this city. For the random bag checks and extra TSA screenings. I don't complain because, truth be told, it is all a pain in the ass but it keeps me feeling safe. A lot more than I can say for my own country, where seriously, bombers come off the boat and simply walk into hotels and start shooting.

Nevertheless, it is hard not to reflect on the existence of fear to start with and the inability of people to accept each other and not try to make the other a clone of self. I truly amaze at how governments play bully. In the "dark ages" it was the might of power, brute force, army, bodies. Today, it is still power but now re-phrases 'influence', green backs, economics, paper and still bodies....

I can only hope as each year passes that we learn more compassion and acceptance, learn to forgive, learn to respect and learn to love our differences.

So, when we look back on the incident, it is not with pain but with humility.
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