There are some songs that stay with you long after they have ended. Ma Liberté is one of them for me.
It is deeply woven into French popular culture, almost carrying the kind of emotional familiarity that Vande Mataram holds for many Indians. There is something about the song, its words and its longing for freedom that makes it feel much larger than a song.
I have had the pleasure of being a student of French since my school days, and along the way, I found myself falling in love with far more than the language. The history, literature, music and culture opened little windows into another way of seeing the world.
Many of those impressions have stayed with me, and continue to inspire me even today. So, on 14 July, I wanted to share one of those songs that has remained with me.
When I was building my yoga practice, especially working towards poses that once felt completely out of reach, her videos felt like a gift sent straight out of alignment and into my practice.
What I particularly appreciate about Kino is the way she approaches the body. She understands that anatomy matters, that the same pose may need to be approached differently by different bodies, and that women’s anatomy can sometimes require its own considerations. She also brings an understanding of where these practices come from, which makes the learning feel much richer to me.
Yoga is so deeply woven into Indian history, philosophy and culture. Yet the way it is understood around the world today is a fascinating story in itself. I might write about that someday. The myths around yoga. What the world thinks yoga is. What it has meant within the traditions it came from. And also what gets lost when something travels far beyond its cultural roots.
But for today, on International Day of Yoga, I wanted to share something much simpler. This is the drill from Kino MacGregor that helped me build my Śīrṣāsana, or headstand, in my own practice. For anyone working towards it, I hope it gives you something useful to explore. And for me, it is also a small reminder of what I love about yoga: the pose may be the thing we are trying to achieve, but the practice is what teaches us how to get there.
Happy International Day of Yoga. 🧘🏽♀️
And thank you, Kino, for making the journey a little more accessible.
Today is the World Bee Day, and while looking up some fascinating facts about bees, I came across this beautiful old tradition called “Telling the Bees.”
Apparently, in parts of Britain and Europe, families would tell their bees about important events in their lives: births, marriages, deaths, departures and other changes within the household. In some traditions, the bees were treated almost like members of the family, and people believed they needed to be included in the news of the household.
There is something about this that stayed with me. Perhaps because I have often felt that somewhere along the way, human beings have lost a certain kind of relationship with the natural world. And even more strangely, we seem to be losing the art of being connected to one another too.
We live surrounded by people, information and technology, yet so much of our lives can feel disconnected from the living world around us. So I found myself wondering whether these old traditions represent something we once understood instinctively.
The bees were not simply creatures that produced honey. They belonged to the household. They were part of the rhythm of life. And when something important happened, someone went to tell them. I don't know whether people genuinely believed that the bees understood their words. I don't know how much of the tradition was ritual, belief, symbolism or folklore. The historical evidence tells us that the custom really was practiced, particularly in Britain and Ireland, but its deeper origins are less certain.
And maybe that uncertainty is part of what makes it fascinating. Because whether or not the bees understood, the people were remembering that they were not separate from the world around them. They were living within it. That feels strangely profound to me today. What we are losing isn't something that evolution took away from us. It is something that our increasingly manufactured lives have simply made easier to forget.
The relationships. The sense that the natural world is not merely a backdrop to human life.
So, if you know more about the history of “Telling the Bees”, especially from reliable historical or folkloric sources, I would genuinely love to hear from you. I'd be happy to learn more and share what I discover here.
For now, I am simply leaving this little piece of old wisdom here. Happy World Bee Day. 🐝
Hoping that today, we can notice the bees and everything else around us that we have quietly stopped noticing.
I just got back from London, and I still think nothing captures the city's spirit quite like the Sherlock theme. One of the highlights of my trip was visiting almost every location featured in it. And thanks to playing the popular game, Scotland Yard, I also decided to experience every mode of transport the city had to offer.
The Tube. The trains. The iconic black cabs. The Uber boats. And, of course, the classic red double decker buses. It felt less like sightseeing and more like stepping into a city I had already explored countless times through music, television, and board games.
Some places surprise you because they're new. Others because they somehow already feel familiar.
Few conversations have stayed with me the way this one has. Thank you, Elizabeth Gilbert, for putting into words something I've been reflecting on for a long time. It reminded me that perhaps the question isn't "Why are so many educated, accomplished, and financially independent women choosing not to marry or have children?"
The better question is, "What has society done to make these choices feel less safe, less equal, or less fulfilling than they could be?" Marriage itself isn't the problem. Patriarchal expectations within marriage are.
Until our relationships evolve into genuine partnerships built on mutual respect, shared responsibility, and emotional equality, many women will continue questioning whether the institution, as it exists today, aligns with the life they want to build.
A prayer I first heard at the experimental school that inspired the book I co authored has stayed with me ever since. Few prayers ask us to become better human beings instead of merely asking God to make our lives better. This is one of them.
तू बुद्धि दे तू तेज दे नवचेतना विश्वास दे जे सत्य सुंदर सर्वथा आजन्म त्याचा ध्यास दे
हरवले आभाळ ज्यांचे हो तयांचा सोबती सापडेना वाट ज्यांना हो तयांचा सारथी साधना करिती तुझी जे नित्य तव सहवास दे
जाणवाया दुर्बलांचे दुःख आणि वेदना तेवत्या राहो सदा रंध्रातुनी संवेदना धमन्यातल्या रुधिरास या खल भेदण्याची आस दे सामर्थ्य या शब्दांस आणि अर्थ या जगण्यास दे
सन्मार्ग आणि सन्मती लाभो सदा सत्संगती नीती ना ही भ्रष्ट हो जरी संकटे आली किती पंखास या बळ दे नवे झेपावण्या आकाश दे
There are songs you enjoy, songs you remember, and then there are songs that become a part of who you are. Today,Mile Sur Mera Tumharahas been on loop.
For me, no other song has come even remotely close to capturing the diversity, heritage, cultures, languages, music, folk traditions, landscapes, and spirit of India the way this one does. It reminds me that our differences were never meant to divide us. They were meant to come together, just as countless rivers eventually find the same ocean.
I've also shared the lyrics below in case you'd like to follow along or even sing it yourself. Trust me, if you've never done it before, give it a try. I have been doing it since morning. Especially, the finale... the song gently flows into the tune ofJana Gana Mana, I still get goosebumps. Every! Single! Time!
My hope for the generations that will shape India's future is that they inherit not just our progress, but also the values that have held this country together for centuries. Respect for diversity, openness to different cultures, and the understanding that unity doesn't require uniformity.
Happy Republic Day! 🇮🇳
Hindi
Mile sur mera tumharaa, to sur bane hamaraa....
Sur kee nadhiyaan har disha se behke saagar mein milee...
Baadalon ka roop lekar barsen halke halke...
Mile sur mera tumharaa.. toh... sur bane hamaara..
Mile sur mera tumhara...
Kashmiri
Chaain taraj tahin nyay taraj
Ek but baniye saayen taraj
Punjabi
Tera sur mile mere sur de naal
Milke bane ek nava surtaal
Hindi
Mile sur mera tumharaa....
To sur bane hamaara..
Sindhi
Mohnja sur tohi desa pyara mile jadein
Geet ashaanjo madhur tarano bane tadein
Urdu
Sur ka dariya behke saagar me mile
Punjabi
Badlaan da roop leike barasan hole hole
Tamil
Isaindhal namm iruvarin suramum namadhakum..
Dhisai veru aanalum aariser aarugal
Mugilai mazaiyai pozivadu pol isai
...Namm isssaiiii....
Padhant
Thik thakida thathikakida....thaka thimi thaka junu
I said I'd share this chocolate brownie recipe in an earlier post, and here I am, finally doing it after making yet another batch of these brownies on demand. Apparently, I needed another excuse to bake them. 😂
I love these little moments where science quietly becomes cooking. Chemistry, physics, temperature, timing, texture... all working together to create something that tastes nothing like a science experiment and everything like comfort. That is one of the things I love most about baking. There is so much art in it, but there is also so much science hiding underneath.
Anyway, here is the Ultimate Chocolate Brownie recipe I promised. I hope you try it and love it as much as my family and I do. And to everyone celebrating, Merry Christmas! 🎄
As for me, I just needed an excuse to bake brownies. 😄
I turned 40 this year, and something about this new decade has made me think more deeply about the causes I want to stand beside. Last weekend, I showed up at the Pride walk in Pune organised by Yutak.
There are causes far bigger than any one person. This one happened to sit at the intersection of my profession and something I care deeply about. Creating workplaces where people are seen for their competence and contribution, rather than judged by gender, caste, religion, or any other identity has always been a part of our family's hiring foundation.
I showed up with our company's banner, alone. But I wasn't really alone.
I was carrying an intention for the kind of workplace I want us to create. A workplace where diversity is not a statement on a wall, but something reflected in who gets opportunities, who gets heard, and who gets to grow.
While reading about the history of Pride Month, I came across this fascinating timeline of major moments in LGBTQA+ history. Looking through it reminded me that today's freedoms have a history behind them. They came through people who spoke up, organised, resisted, marched, created communities, and kept going.
I stand in solidarity with the LGBTQIA+ community. And, at 40, this is one of the ways I want to show up by making the workplace I am part of a little more inclusive than the one I inherited.
I’ve been baking and cooking for as long as I can remember. And I have a serious sweet tooth. It seems to run in the family too, so perhaps I never really stood a chance! Then I came across this recipe for the Ultimate Chocolate Chip Cookies, and somehow, I haven't felt the need to look for another one since.
They literally and figuratively nailed it.
There is something deeply satisfying about finding a recipe that gets everything right. The texture, the flavor, the little details that make you want to bake it again. And yes, I have tried another “ultimate” Brownie recipe since then by them. I loved that one too, and I might share it here sometime.
But this one remains a favourite.
Also, a little observation from an Indian kitchen. The recipe talks about brown butter as though it has discovered some magical ingredient and has the top 5 smells in the culinary world, (it's a joke but...) We call it ghee. 😄 It sits on Indian kitchen shelves, appears on our dining tables, and has been part of our cooking traditions for generations.
And I completely agree with the recipe on one thing: That smell of browned butter is one of the best smells in the world. 😍 Now excuse me while I go bake another batch.
I had the lovely opportunity to explore the town of Poznań during my visit to Poland last month. After the usual return-from-work routine, followed by a little extended travel and the inevitable task of downloading hundreds of photographs, I found myself looking through my pictures from Poznań and thought I would share one of my favourite little discoveries.
Two mechanical goats. Every day at noon, two metal billy goats emerge from the clock tower of Poznań's Renaissance Town Hall and butt heads twelve times, accompanied by a bugle call. The tradition dates back to the 16th century.
And, of course, there is a wonderfully entertaining story behind them.
According to the local legend, in 1551, a great feast was being prepared to celebrate the installation of a new clock at the Town Hall. The kitchen was preparing an important roast for the distinguished guests when the meat slipped from the spit and was ruined in the fire.
A young kitchen boy, desperate to find a replacement, supposedly brought two white billy goats into the kitchen. The goats, understandably unimpressed with this plan, escaped. They ran all the way up towards the Town Hall tower, where the guests eventually spotted them butting heads on the cornice.
Instead of being angry about the ruined feast, everyone apparently found the sight so hilarious that the boy was forgiven. The story goes that the mechanical goats were later created to commemorate the amusing incident.
Now, here is the part I find particularly fascinating.
The legend is folklore. We don't have historical evidence that two escaped goats actually caused this particular commotion. But the clockwork goats themselves are very real, and their connection to the 1551 clock is documented. A surviving contract with clock maker Bartłomiej Wolff describes a rather wonderfully named “foolish contraption” involving two goats that would butt heads.
And that distinction somehow makes me love the story even more. A city took a piece of folklore and turned it into something people could still experience centuries later. Today, visitors gather in the Old Market Square, wait for noon, look up at the Town Hall and watch two little goats appear and clash horns twelve times. I know this to be true because I was one of them! 😇
A tiny piece of history. A little bit of machinery. A centuries-old legend. And a moment that still makes people laugh.
I love discovering things like this while traveling. You can walk into a city looking at buildings and monuments, and suddenly find yourself learning about the stories people have carried with them for generations.
Poznań's goats are a lovely reminder that history doesn't always survive in serious monuments and dusty archives. Sometimes it survives as two silly little goats, still butting heads at noon. And I am very glad I got to see them. 🐐🐐
