Mr. Sandman Send Me Some Sleep!

I am so tired. SO unbelievably tired. My little rani has been sleeping like a one month old for the past few weeks. She wakes up about every hour or hour and a half at night. I’ve done some reading ( and what I’ve read states that babies go through sleep regressions and growth spurts in the first year of life. Currently, my little bundle of joy is experiencing both. What does that mean you ask? Well let me tell you…basically it means mum and dad don’t sleep. From what I’ve read, as babies grow and their senses develop, they get overwhelmed by all the information flooding their systems. As my little girl is unable to tell me she’s unhappy by all this, she has become fussy, restless, and has interrupted sleep…it would be hilarious if it was someone else…not so much as it’s me.

The last week has almost been a blur due to lack of sleep. The cherry on top of this awesome time is that one of our dogs Aussie isn’t well. He’s got a torn paw pad and an infection to boot. He’s been hopping around on three paws (keeping the fourth off the ground), and has desperately needed my husband during this time. He’s my husband’s dog after all, and boy he’s not afraid to show us how much love and attention he needs. Between the two of us and the two of them, we’ve been stretched like slinky thrown down the stairs.

As chaotic as things have been…I still wouldn’t trade our family for the world. This chaos and unpredictability, is beautiful in a way. I say this because it makes domestic life fun and interesting. Besides who wants things to be perfect all the time? The best memories often come from the craziest of times in our lives. I’m sure this will make a great story for my daughter one day!


Masters of Our World


I was thinking today about how in our minds,  a hundred years is a lifetime.  In reality though,  even if we reach the ripe old age of one hundred, outlive most the people we know, see countries evolve,  and trends change…we are still only a blip on the radar.

I don’t mean this in a depressing way, more like in the way of awe. I’m in awe of how old our universe is and I’m mesmerized by the idea that: everything existed before us, and everything will exist after us. It’s a sobering fact.

I know I am guilty of taking life for granted…constantly to be honest. I feel that mindset comes from getting comfortable and having the basic assumption that things can be done tomorrow if not finished today. The urgency and thrill of the unknown is gone because many of us believe we will just wake up tomorrow…guaranteed.

The idea that there is a chance, even if I believe it’s a minuscule one, that I won’t wake up tomorrow makes me really think about the fact that our time on this earth is limited and each day is truly a gift. Sounds cliche, but cliches are truths after all.

The reason why the universe is eternal is that it does not live for itself; it gives life to others as it transforms. -Lao Tzu

Until next time.

(The picture is one I took whilst visiting USC with my husband, daughter, and brother-in-law). 

Back to Basics

I’ve tried this before, albeit unsuccessfully. However, I’ll try again. As they say in life, if you fall down, you get up and try again.

A recent realization crept up on me: I have to get personal in my blog for it to be matter…to me. In the past, I’ve scribbled down my thoughts at random and made it all personally impersonal. As I’ve grown older, I’ve learned that personal experiences make for the best reading. Big thanks to Humblethepoet and his magical book “Unlearn: 101 Simple Truths For A Better Life.” It’s not a self-help book, but rather a book of 101 wonderful tidbits that speak truth on every level.

Even though I’ve decided to all of a sudden become “personal” in this blog and tell you all my experiences, I’m finding it very hard to say anything about my personal life. I can tell you a brief history, but that’s quite dull. I can jump right in, and you can learn about me along the way…actually I like that idea. We’ll do that then.

Today’s a typical Sunday in the Patel household, NFL games on every TV, a general laziness in the air, and my daughter’s cooing and gurgling laughter filling the air as she amuses herself in her floor activity center. Well, until she gets fed up anyways. As usual, whilst there is calm and serenity lulling everyone to a warm and comfortable day of leisure, my mind is in motion:What do I make for dinner? Well, what’s in the fridge? Shoot I need to get groceries again. Do I have time to read? Have I brushed my teeth yet? Of course, it’s the laundry that needs doing. blah blah blah. It’s an exhausting place my mind. At least on the outside, I’ve got this cool as a cucumber demeanor. You’d never know the roadrunner was doing laps in my head by looking at me. It’s part of being a mum I’ve learned.

What I mean to say is that, two and a half years ago when my husband and I got married, we pretty much did what we wanted when we wanted. We never were the crazy, stay out all night, party party party, sort, but we did do things as we pleased. There was some planning involved, but generally we were flexible. Now that we’re parents, everything is different. Well duh. My day is planned out the night before, and I would be a mess without the routine I’ve created for myself, my daughter, and my family. When I was younger, I scoffed at routines and the simplicity of family life. I wanted adventure, romance, and all the things young people who mistake themselves for pirates want. Now, I don’t know what I would do without my routines and bedtimes.

Being a mum is so much more than I ever thought possible. Obviously when you’re in charge of another life there is a lot that goes into it, but macaroni and cheese it’s more than even that. To be honest though, I wouldn’t change one milisecond of it. Well, my little one is quite annoyed of her toys and frankly, I’d like a good cuddle as well…so until next time.

Miss Indian American

Okay, so I’ll get right to the point. Really America? Not the country itself, but the self-proclaimed “forward” thinking people who so fearlessly used twitter and other social media outlets to lash out anonymously against another child of this country. America is NOT for white people only. America is for IMMIGRANTS. America is a country built FOR immigrants BY immigrants. This country was not built with one race, ethnicity, or gender in mind; it was built as a refuge or all those who were unable to be themselves elsewhere.

Don’t believe me? Read the 14th amendment of the U.S. Constitution which gives FULL U.S. citizenship and thus rights to a person born on U.S. soil or naturalized by the federal government. Yes, that means if you were born here in this country or were naturalized by the government, you too are an AMERICAN. The Constitution is not race specific, it is not ethnicity specific, and it is not gender specific.  All can revel in the sheer brilliance and Utopian ideology of our forefathers. 


I am specifically talking about the historical and monumental decision to crown the very first Indian-American Miss America, Nina Davuluri. I do understand that it was not necessarily the majority of the populous of that indulged in racist, demeaning, and disgusting behavior. However, it’s logical to assume younger generations use social media outlets. It’s also safe to assume those young people grew up in progressive times and boast progressive ideals. Ergo, it’s UNACCEPTABLE for the country’s young people to be filled with such hatred and use anonymous social media outlets to spew hate.


I am Indian. I am also American. I don’t believe that being Indian makes me less of an American or vice versa. For me a huge part of the beauty of Ms. Davuluri’s victory is that America has progressed to the point where diversity can be openly celebrated. I also personally believe that Ms. Kansas was highly qualified and should have been a top contender. If she would have won…I would have been really happy. So would have social media outlets. There would be a fraction of the backlash, if even that. By focusing on Nina Davuluri’s SKIN COLOR, people tried to take away from her victory and make it a race issue. Miss America is about celebrating diversity and the achievement of women in this country.

Maybe I’m just using social media to express myself as those people did…The difference is between using hate or love as a platform. I may have even offended some people. If so, I apologize. It was totally unintentional. Please leave comments as I’d love to have some real dialogue about this topic. If I see hate I will delete it and report you, so please keep the hate outta here!

Darwin & Mozart Take Over the World

Sometimes I have the urge to write, the emotions to write, the insistent itch in my fingers to get the thoughts out of my mind, soul, and body and on to paper..or e-paper in this case. The problem lies in the fact that sometimes those words are not ripe enough to be plucked from my mind, harvested in my thoughts, and then be distributed across the internet for whomever to read. Writing often feels like a sales pitch, especially when writing for someone to read. In essence it is.

Why you ask? I shall tell you.

It’s a sales pitch because you want the reader to relate to your words, disagree with them, be enraged by them, find them to be a soothing balm in their otherwise painful life, or elicit a giggle from them. One writes to evoke any type of emotion from the reader. One writes because it is an outlet for emotions; the keyboard is a palette and the words colors.

Music has that same effect on people. Music can transport you to a time and a place deep in the boroughs of your heart. Music can entice emotions and scents once forgotten. Music can force the heart to beat and blood to violently pump through the veins in rage. Music can calm a raging tempest, bring empires to its knees, rally a generation to fight back, and even bare ones fiercest kept secret; their soul.

Together, words and music can placate nations or be used as a weapon. It depends solely on how one chooses to use their words and music. For lack of better words, for good or for evil. It may not be as black and white as I have made it out to be, but my words are used in such a way, that the idea seems possible to some. The gravity of truly understanding the effect words and music have on people and to continue to use them to influence others is comparable to the red pill of the matrix. Once you have seen its potential, it’s impossible to walk away from it. 

For me, words became a source to connect with people. I didn’t realize their true potential OR what I could do with them until I wrote “Burgers and Chai”. ( That ONE post changed EVERYTHING. No longer was I just an 22 year old woman, I was now one more voice vying to be heard through the white noise of life. One more voice trying to share my story. One more voice that was heard.

Music and words alike are mesmerizing, beautiful, intangible masterpieces. Not only for what you read or hear, but more importantly their effects. Those two sublime forms of expressions can literally shape a person. The implications of that are phenomenal and awesome.

Think on that. I know I will.

Personal Pleasers

By definition of this interesting article I was reading earlier, a “People Pleaser” is:

“…a person who commits themselves to boosting the well-being of other people, even when doing comes at an emotional, physical, or economic expense.”

Somehow that struck a chord with me. As I continued reading, I read that people pleasers will comply with requests because they want to make people happy, gain approval, etc. Basically it’s because they can’t…no, can’t is the wrong word. It’s because the don’t want to say no.

“They find it virtually impossible to deny any request, even when doing so causes chaos in their own lives or best-laid plans.”

WOW. Doesn’t this sound familiar. I will not bore anyone with the details of the article, though I found it to be fascinating, but I do encourage you all to go and read it. Then come back and tell me if you fit the profile. I feel like society demands us to please. We’re conditioned from an early age to do so. Do something right: get a treat. Do something wrong: get punished. Why does it always have to be so black & white.

I have 2 questions: Why is it such a bad thing to say no? Why are the people that do what they want called selfish?

Lately I’ve been having problems with black & white worlds. There is a world of color around us, so then why is it so difficult for people to compromise and find some kind of middle ground. Ideally, it’s the most logical thing to do. I think there is more than meets the eye to the “gray area” we all so lovingly use as our scapegoat when we don’t want to be heartless enough to say no, yet not giving enough to say yes. This gray area enables us to not have to choose. The gray area allows us to be personal pleasers. By using the concept of the gray area, we can get out of pleasing others without the shame and guilt that can accompany someone whilst saying no. We  can also we feel the sense of pride and accomplishment that accompanies not saying yes.

Where does it leave the rest of us? Those that are decisive in their actions and words. Those that do not waste time with the frivolity of fancy language and games.

I feel that people pleasing and the lack of is a way we avoid living our lives; by completely focusing all of our time and energy on something or someone else, we can effectively avoid making any wrong decisions in our lives. We can relieve others of the responsibility of pleasing us.

But to what end?

It’s Getting Personal.

I know I know I know. I slacked. Not like a little bit, but truly a horrendous amount. I haven’t written anything since 2011. Well you know what? It’s because a dog ate my computer. A tornado blew my passwords away. A monkey told me blogging was evil. I got busy with City Year. I was too tired to write. I didn’t have anything good to write about. I was without motivation. I….those are all terrible and tired excuses.

Truth is, I just didn’t think it was that important anymore to write. I had a muse, if you will, that inspired some amazing thoughts in my head…once that muse as gone…well I associated my writing, my blog, with that muse and it brought on painful memories.

Sidenote: You’ll notice that this is probably one of the rare times that I am talking about myself in my blog. I’ve tried all this time to not get personal, to leave ME out of my blog, but I think you’ll see a little of that changing.

Back to business, SO what have I been doing for almost two years?

I was in City Year. The best decision of my life. I met incredible people, I worked in a diverse environment, I was surrounded by positivity, compassion, tolerance, and IDEAS. I thought I was going to move to San Antonio, work in an at-risk school with underprivileged kids and change their lives. I was wrong. They changed mine.

Whilst pulling twelve hour days, often 8 days a week, I was planning for my wedding. Yes, I got married. How time flies and things happen. I moved from sunny, beautiful, perfect, bustling Houston to Kansas City, MO. Was it worth it? Hell yes. Do I hate the winters? Boy, do I ever.

My wonderful husband and I were having a very candid conversation last night, and he asked me why I looked so unhappy. I commented that since moving, I hadn’t really found something I could put all my energy and stress into. I have began crafting, and below is the result of one of my recent endeavors.


This is a thrift store table that I refinished and painted.

Anyways, he questioned me on why I didn’t write anymore, and I just gave him excuses…but the truth is…writing has always been my release. The only way I know how to get emotions out of my body and soul, is to write them down, put them somewhere, and let go of whatever it is I am feeling.

Et voila! Je suis ici!

I am going to challenge myself to really commit back to one of my true loves this year! Wish me luck, and I hope you’ll support me on this journey.

Until next time, you stay classy San Diego.