Minimalism and gareebi

“Do you have a passport?”
“I’m so sorry I bought it on Kindle, I don’t have the free download link.”
“Premium economy is a wonderful upgrade from Economy class.”
“You like this jacket? This is from Zara.”
“The beachside hotels in Goa are really lavish!”

Some of the lines I get to hear – because I live a minimalist lifestyle.

Instead of feeling bad about it, I am often amused at how people judge someone for not going out or repeating the same pair of shoes. Which in fact, also, allows me to aware of not to judge people based on how less they have. It may just be a choice.

(PS: On a lighter note, when people of Delhi go to Mumbai, they have to take off this judgement.)

To answer the above quetions:

Yes
I only buy legit books, because being an author myself, I know that a lot of people’s bread and butter is dependent on books.
Yes, thanks for this. I have travelled in Premium Economy. Next time, please boast about Business Class:)
Yes baby, I read “ZARA” written over there. I was being genuinely kind.
Of course, enjoy your Goa. I will enjoy it my way without documenting it:)

Firstly, judging isn’t right, because we never know what they are going through.

Secondly, even if they don’t have what you have, we don’t get big or small by the things we own. This comes from an experience of owning some shiny things. In fact, when we boast about things, they own us.

Thirdly, minimalism is the real richness. Ever tried?

A night to remember

Last night was something I would remember for a long time.

Ever since the time lockdown began, I was in Delhi – where I stay owing to my work. Couldn’t go to home.

Yesterday we finally got the permission to move from there to my hometown via hired taxi.
It was four of us – me, a friend, her brother and the taxi driver.

We had just crossed Jaipur and at the border of Jaipur and Tonk – there was a police patroling like it’s always there.

While crossing from there, the driver perhaps dozed off and blew away four barricades at a drizzling speed. The fifth one happened to finally drag the car for twenty metres – until it finally moved to a zigzag pattern, rendered the car to forcibly stop.

It was 1AM.

The moon was sparking bright.

In the month of May in the state of Rajasthan, the cool breeze was refreshing.

And then this accident. We managed to handle it. The police was extremely kind to us.

Another car was passing from the highway and the driver noticed the number plate on our car was of our hometown – where they were going.
The driver offered to help. We were skeptical.

However going in the same broken car was nothing short of dangerous – here the police was there, later on we weren’t promised of police support.

We thought over it, deliberated it for a few minutes – until we finally asked the driver to share his ID.

And bam!

When my friend clicked the picture of his ID, she realised she has seen this ID a couple of days back.

She scrolled through her pictures and realised he was the same driver who had cancelled his trip to coming to pick us up because he was appointed to go somewhere else.

What a coincidence!

We went on with this driver, made the former driver go with his car, called his manager in the middle of the night to no avail – and off we went.

All sorted out.

With just one thing – yesterday as I escaped death just by a few inches, I almost had an intuition at 10 PM in the car that I better start meditating and create an aura of safety and protection around us.

God moves in mysterious ways, his wonders to perform – said Napoleon Hill in Think and Grow Rich.

PS: In this entire episode from 1:10 AM to 1:55 AM, I felt zero anxiety or restlessness. Someone is mysteriously moving along.

PPS: Btw here’s a pic of clean sky in the otherwise busy evening of Noida. Enjoy!

Last night was something I would remember for a long time – for all the good reasons!