Simple living, high thinking… with a lemon twist.

I used to be the kind of girl who loved to live a glamorous kind of lifestyle. My family had money once and I obtained anything my heart desired. The city life was where it was at for me. The glitz and glammor and being one of the beautiful people made life seem all worth wild. Having the luxury of walking into a Chanel boutique and knowing my family was well off enough to actually be there gave me such an ego boost. We would jet set to different cities like Los Angeles, Vancouver BC and different homes we owned around Seattle. At 14 my dad was going to gift me his BMW M3 for my 16 birthday, but instead I got a Rolex… yeah, for a young girl I had it all, but I always wanted more, more MORE! Never satisfied with the simple things in life my whole persona blew up like zeppelin balloon. I was a terror. No one could tell me what to do and when to do it. I didn’t need friends because who needed company when their lives were seemingly so mundane. Then one day it all ended; just stopped. No more money, houses, cars, clothes, etc. We were broke. We had to get rid of everything and move to a tiny rambler in one of the most ghetto neighborhoods in Seattle. Talk about a Cinderella story gone backwards.

All of a sudden I became what I dreaded most: someone who had to “watch how much they spent” and “become humble about what we had because there where starving children in Africa… and down the block for that matter”. We bought a beat down 1991 corolla in a sickly tan color with no power steering, had a chain link fence around our corner house with a bus stop in front of it, and every night cops would block off the local park for gang crime. One Christmas we were so poor that all my parents could afford to give my sister and I were boxes of candy. The “American Dream” had bitch slapped me in the face and I was going to be clipping coupons for the rest of my ghetto infested days. I was so blind to life thinking that money, adoration and fame were all there was to it. If I had none of those things then it all wasn’t worth it. I mean the TV only showed ‘life styles of the rich and famous’, and if a person wasn’t on that then they were on the maury povich show claiming “he my baby daddy”. What a sick and twisted way to view how life should be lived.

I thank God that He took everything away from us because I might just have ended up coked out of my mind with $1000 high-heels on throwing up in some ritzy hotel bathroom. But instead I bucked up, kept my shit cool and focused on the more important aspects in life such as relationships, inner reflection and spirituality. The wealthy part of my life taught me that true satisfaction can never be bought and emptiness is always there even after you have achieved your desired result. The poor part of my life taught me that living hard means longing for things you cannot have no matter how hard you try, and again, emptiness is there in the struggle for survival. And so now I choose neither, or maybe neither chooses me. i dont want to be rich or poor, beautiful or ugly, knowledgeable or stupid because none of these qualities can truly give me piece of mind and a sense of higher purpose in life. i just want to live simply; not always in the mode of hankering a lamenting, but being happy with what God gave me and making the best out of it. the simple life can afford one to stop and make some serious realizations about life and how it should be lived... Simple living and high thinking! Being conscious about who you are spiritually and not materially brings true glitz, glamor and pure relationships that are unrivaled even by the Jones'. 

so i chose to come back to India for the second time around. i have a humble flat, not too many accessories, no car, barely any money, and i feel more free than i have in a long time. my most favorite thing to do is to sit on my roof when the sun is setting over Mother Ganga, meditate, and just watch the parrots fly overhead and see the stars emerge from the nights sky. i have no wants, no worries and nothing to do than to elevate myself into a higher state of consciousness... although i will tell you a little secret... i still rock that ROLEX WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT!