Writings
Anandda
Pieces first published in Anandda magazine. 9 pieces, newest first.
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Alone We Never Are: Returning to the Rhythm That Restores Us
I just published a new essay on Substack. In June 1985, on my first night in an Army barracks at Fort Dix, I felt completely alone. A few minutes later I noticed a book in the garbage can at the foot of my bunk. It was the Bhagavad Gita. The loneliness didn't vanish, but it softened. I knew I wasn't alone.
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The Green Juice That Arrived: A Man's Lesson in Trust, Presence, and Inner Balance
On a quiet Mumbai morning a green juice arrived at my table without my asking, and it taught me how trust, presence, and allowing can be a quieter kind of strength.
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Practical Spirituality: Why I Never Get Jet Lag
Crossing continents, I stay free of jet lag by hydrating, resting when the body asks, seeking daylight, and refusing the story that suffering is inevitable.
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The Teacher Who Woke Me: When Everyone Becomes a Teacher
My Bengali tutor once expected me to understand a problem that afternoon, and in that Now he restored my self respect and showed me that capacity can be awakened.
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Living BeLucidNow: Practices to Engage and Transform Your Workday
I walk through the daily returns that keep me lucid at work: NASA in the morning, Zen in the meeting, and Do on the commute, so the day can feel like a perpetual sabbatical.
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Why Mindfulness Matters: Relevance, Benefits, and the Lucidity Edge
When leaders reclaim inner lucidity, giving multiplies rather than subtracts, and the corporate arena becomes a place of shared flourishing.
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Demystifying Mindfulness – The True Essence for Professionals
I return mindfulness to its somatic root, resting in the body so the aware space underneath can shine through as a perpetual sabbatical you can reclaim on demand.
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The Art of Undoing the Past / Forgiveness as the Magician's Tool
Forgiveness, for me, is the magician tool that undoes the past living in consciousness so peace and gratitude can meet this day.
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Nothing Real Can Be Lost
A lost wallet between Mexico and Goa taught me that forms come and go while the aware presence we are cannot be lost.