Day-3 Vipassana Experience (Fireflies, Two Nails & a Fly) and Common Questions

Nov 30, 2025: Dhamma Pakasa, Pecatonica, Illinois, United States
Nov 30, 2025: Dhamma Pakasa, Pecatonica, Illinois, United States

By nature, I am curious and gravitate toward experiences that are physically and mentally challenging. A few years back, when Chitra (my wife) spoke about Vipassana, I was intrigued. What resonated with me was the idea of a 10-day silent meditation course. In 2019, I made an unsuccessful attempt, but the thought continued to linger within me. In 2025, when I turned 50, as a way of doing something special (!), I registered for the course again.

From not being able to meditate for even 10 minutes, I successfully completed the 10-day Vipassana course, during which we meditated for 10.5 hours every day.

The 10 days were physically and mentally challenging—often boring. Many times, I questioned myself: Why am I subjecting myself to this? Yet every time I felt I had hit rock bottom, something transformational would happen. That experience would lift me just enough to carry me through the next 24 to 48 hours. For me, those transformational moments occurred on Days 3, 5, and 7.

I share my Day-3 experience below, along with answers to some common questions I’ve received from friends, colleagues, and customers. I hope this encourages you to be a better observer in life and to remember that every phase—good, bad, or ugly—shall pass.

Nov 30, 2025: Pecatonica center entry gate
Nov 30, 2025: Pecatonica center entry gate

Day-3 Vipassana Experience: Fireflies, Two Nails & a Fly

Context Setting

In 2022, while walking Bambi (our furry boy), he was attacked by a larger dog. It took me around 20 seconds to grab hold of the other dog’s collar and pin him. But in those 20 seconds, Bambi was bitten on his right hind leg, his belly, and his right shoulder area.

In June 2025, during summer break, some kids in our neighborhood were engaging in “ding-dong-dash” routines. These had occurred in the past and were usually brushed off as harmless pranks. This time, however, the group escalated things by encroaching onto private property beyond doorbells, eventually leading to the police being called. On one such night, after speaking with the police, one of us remarked jokingly, “And look at our guard dog—he’s doing such a good job!” Bambi had been lying inside the house and hadn’t reacted to the commotion at the front door.

In July 2025, we made the difficult decision to say goodbye to Bambi. The vet administered a sedative injection, followed by the euthanasia injection.

Until the last year of his life, every time I returned home from a business trip or from the office, Bambi would be waiting by the door. His excitement would peak as he jumped up to my chest. There were occasions when I would be on an official call, and my colleagues would know I had entered the house because Bambi would be “talking” to me and demanding attention. By the time I set my bag and jacket down, he would be in my arms, face to face. He would try to lick my nose and lips, and when I looked away, he would begin licking my ear—which I was perfectly fine with.

Meditation Background (Day-1 to Day-3)

On Day-1, we focused our attention on the nostril area, observing inhalation and exhalation. On Day-2, the focus expanded to the triangular area between the nose and upper lip. By Day-3, we continued focusing on this triangular area while attempting to observe sensations on the upper lip. These sensations could include tingling, prickling, itchiness, warmth, cold, or subtle energy.

Mental State Going into Day-3

By the end of Day-1, I had approached the assistant teacher about the physical discomfort and pain I was experiencing. He advised me to focus on my breath and assured me that by Day-3, the discomfort would subside. This was common, as my body was not accustomed to sitting on a meditation pillow for 10.5 hours a day.

By the end of Day-2, boredom had set in, and the process felt repetitive and physically taxing. That day, I found myself thinking, “Why am I subjecting myself to this?” I still had eight more days of this torture ahead of me.

The Vivid Dream (Night of Day-2)

On the nights of Day-0 and Day-1, I slept without dreams. On the night of Day-2, I dreamt vividly about Bambi. While I generally remember my dreams, this one—and many others during the Vipassana course—were exceptionally vivid, with every detail clearly imprinted in my mind the next morning.

In the dream, the ding-dong-dashers had just banged on our glass front door. When I opened it, I saw two adults (not kids) running away from our home at a speed I could have easily caught up to. Resisting the urge to chase them, I stood at the doorway and watched as Bambi slipped past me and ran after them.

He sprinted across our driveway and into our neighbor’s yard, where he suddenly stopped and yelped in pain. He was limping, holding his right hind leg in the air. I rushed to him and lifted him into my arms like a baby, his belly facing me. His right hind leg was bleeding, and I noticed two nails embedded in his paw. I gently removed the nails, held him tightly against my chest, and carried him back into the house.

As soon as I placed him on the floor, he began running around like the energetic Bambi we all knew. The wounds had vanished, and he dashed through the house, jumping onto the sofa in his youthful best.

Day-3 Experience

I woke up thinking about the dream I had the night before and continued thinking about it during my first meditation session from 4:30 a.m. to 6:30 a.m. Throughout this meditation, my mind kept returning to the dream and what it meant.

In my observation, Bambi chasing the ding-dong-dashers represented what he would have done during his good, healthy years. The wound marks on his right hind leg symbolized the guilt I had harbored for not being able to protect my boy during the dog attack in March 2022. The two nails I removed from his paw felt like the two injections he received from the vet on July 11, 2025. It was Bambi telling me to let go of those memories and simply cherish the many beautiful moments we shared during his 12 years with us.

For the post-lunch meditation session, I decided to meditate in my dorm room. During this session, we were observing sensations on our upper lips. Very soon, I could feel energy on my upper lip. This turned into a warm sensation that spread not only across my upper lip but throughout my entire body.

Soon, the sensation transformed into what I can only describe as tiny glowing lights around my upper lip. These lights grew stronger and warmer, resembling a sea of fireflies glowing intermittently around my lips.

As I experienced these sensations, memories of Bambi filled my mind—how he jumped up to my chest in excitement when he first came home, bouncing like he was on a mini trampoline; how he played fetch in our backyard and dashed around like a deflating balloon. The glowing sensations spread from my lips to my cheeks and then to my ears. They became so intense that it felt as though I could see beneath my skin, as if under a microscope. I could observe fluids, cells, and blood vessels. I distinctly remember noticing a fairly large blood vessel beneath my right ear, pulsing rhythmically.

In Vipassana, pleasant sensations are also considered a form of craving. Students are taught to observe them with the understanding that they, too, shall pass. But I didn’t want this experience to pass. I was fully immersed when the gong rang, signaling that it was time to move to the Dhamma Hall for group meditation. I don’t recall how long I was in that state; I simply wanted more.

Tears flowed continuously, and I went through several tissues from the well-stocked tissue box thoughtfully placed in each room. Reluctantly, I stopped my session, washed my face, and noticed in the mirror that my eyes were bloodshot red. I stuffed my pockets with more tissues and hurried to the Dhamma Hall.

I was the last to enter, and thankfully everyone was already settled. As soon as we resumed meditation, it felt like I had pressed play on Bambi’s movie once again. Happy images of him flooded my mind, and I willingly surrendered to the experience. Tears began flowing again, and my nose started running. I used all the tissues I had and became conscious of disturbing others. I quietly stepped out to the restroom in the breakout area, released more emotion, and washed my face once again.

As I stepped out, the male student manager was waiting. He whispered, “Suresh, are you in pain?” I smiled through my tears and replied, “No, I just had a memorable experience.”

We walked back into the Dhamma Hall, and this time I was more composed. I sat down to meditate, and soon a fly began buzzing around my face. I recalled S. N. Goenka mentioning in one of his evening discourses that while meditating outdoors, one must learn to ignore flies and other distractions.

The fly landed on my nose, then my lips, then my ears. It sat on my ear for a while before flying away, only to return and land on my hands and feet. This continued throughout the afternoon session. It reminded me of Bambi—licking my nose, my lips, and finally my ear. For many, this might seem like coincidence, but to me, it felt like Bambi keeping me company when I was most vulnerable. It also felt like a process of washing away past guilt and aversion.

I had similarly powerful and deeply personal experiences on Days 5 and 7. Not all of them were pleasant, but they helped me observe actions and memories from my past, some dating back more than 40 years.

Nov 30, 2025: Water body across the dining building
Nov 30, 2025: Water body across the dining building

Common Questions

What were your expectations from the Vipassana course?

Many of my friends have asked me this question. The honest answer continues to be: “I had no expectations.” I was curious and wanted to challenge myself with a 10-day silent meditation regime.

Are you silent for the entire 10 days?

On Day 0, when you check in, you are required to hand over all your electronic devices to the organizers. I handed over my Apple Watch, iPhone, wallet, and car keys. So you are truly cut off from the outside world.

During orientation, you are instructed to live the next 10 days as if you are alone. There is no verbal or visual interaction with fellow participants. After each meditation session in the Dhamma Hall, students are given the opportunity to approach the assistant teacher to ask questions or raise concerns. Some participants experience physical discomfort or emotional upheaval that may require attention.

There is also an option to request a private interview with the assistant teacher during the afternoon. In my case, I did not schedule any private sessions, but I did approach the teacher in the Dhamma Hall with a few questions four or five times during the course. These interactions last only a few minutes, and you are expected to whisper—or, in my case, attempt to whisper.

Is the meditation guided?

Yes. The technique is taught in small, progressive steps, and the 10-day duration is intentionally designed to accommodate even the slowest learner in the group.

Did you maintain any journal during the course?

You are instructed not to engage in any form of writing, reading, or exercise. Prior to this experience, I assumed I would have plenty of free time to ponder—but that is certainly not the case. Each day runs approximately 17.5 hours, from the 4:00 a.m. wake-up gong to lights out at 9:30 p.m., and includes 10.5 hours of meditation.

The center operates on a precise schedule, down to the minute. In reality, there is a constant hustle from one session to the next. By 9:30 p.m., you are genuinely looking forward to sleep and rest.

Can I do a shorter course?

All new students are required to complete a 10-day course to begin. Returning or “old” students, however, have the option to participate in shorter courses.

How was the food?

This was one of the most popular questions—especially from those who know I am a foodie.

The center, which is entirely run by volunteers, served breakfast at 6:30 a.m., lunch at 11:00 a.m., and supper at 5:00 p.m. Students were instructed not to carry any food into their dormitories.

All meals were vegetarian, and to the best of my recollection, accommodations were available for those with nut or dairy allergies. Breakfast was fairly consistent each day: oatmeal, a warm prune dish, bread, peanut butter, jelly or jam, three types of cereal, milk, soy milk, and tea.

Lunch varied daily and typically included a lentil dish or soup, roasted vegetables, rice, salad, and assorted condiments. Occasional baked desserts or chocolate surprises were presented. Fresh fruit at supper was provided only for new students. Old students did not eat anything after lunch.

How much did the course cost?

The course itself is free. As long as you are registered and can get yourself to the center, there is no fee.

Vipassana centers operate as non-profit organizations and rely entirely on donations from students who have successfully completed at least one 10-day course. At the end of the program, S. N. Goenka encourages students to do four things: volunteer time, send blessings during daily meditation, make a donation if possible, and share the experience with others.

This model appears to be working well, as there are centers around the world and participation continues to trend upward.

Which center did you attend?

There are many Vipassana centers across the United States. I was fortunate to attend the center in Pecatonica, Illinois, which is about a two-hour drive from the Chicagoland suburbs.

What were the boarding facilities and comfort like?

Facilities vary by center. The Pecatonica center had a long dormitory divided into separate male and female sections. Each participant had a private room with a single bed, mattress, pillow, and chair. There was also a small bedside drawer containing a digital clock and a tissue box.

Each pair of rooms shared a sink, toilet, and shower. Once your application is accepted, you receive detailed instructions on what to bring. The rooms and common areas were very clean, and the fellow student with whom I shared the sink and shower was equally committed to cleanliness.

On Day 11, before leaving the center, every student participated in cleaning the three main buildings—the Dhamma Hall, Dining and Kitchen areas, and the Dormitories—to ensure the facility was spotless and welcoming for the next group.

How did you acclimatize back to normal life after the course?

After the first five hours on Day 10, participants were allowed to begin speaking again—within their gender groups. That was when I learned the name of the student in the room next to mine, and we began sharing our experiences with others.

That half day, along with the morning of Day 11, helped get our vocal cords working again. Personally, I felt unusually thirsty and drank a lot of water, but experienced no other issues.

Would you do this course again?

Stepping away from loved ones and work or business commitments for 10 days is a significant decision. I was fortunate to have a supportive family, employer and customers. My course coincided with the holiday season—from November 19 to November 30, 2025.

I would likely not repeat the course during my active corporate years. However, I do plan to volunteer once a year after I retire from corporate life.

Is there a teacher present throughout the course?

S. N. Goenka is the primary teacher. Although he passed away in 2011, the course is structured around his audio and video recordings from the 1990s.

Each course also has an assistant teacher who facilitates the sessions and addresses student questions or concerns. It is this assistant teacher whom students approach throughout the course.

Nov 30, 2025: Path from dormitory to dining hall
Nov 30, 2025: Path from dormitory to dining hall

Conclusion

I’ll conclude with S. N. Goenka’s words on sensations and our cravings or aversions to them—and how these leave mental formations in our body and mind.

Imagine writing on water with your finger. The writing appears briefly and disappears. This is how mental formations should behave if we live each moment as a true observer. Writing on sand or mud lasts longer but still fades. When you carve into rock with a chisel and hammer, the markings endure for years or even generations—yet even they eventually can disappear.

Vipassana is a technique that helps wash away these mental formations. The more we practice, the deeper the cleaning we can achieve.

Bhavatu Sabba Maṅgalaṁ (May all beings be happy).

Related data points:

For course details and registrations (https://www.dhamma.org/en-US/index)

My ode to Bambi (https://shantatman.com/2025/08/17/oh-bambi-our-boy/)

Nov 30, 2025: Prairie area around the dormitory
Nov 30, 2025: Prairie area around the dormitory

Oh Bambi our boy!

You came into our life by chance,
From a loving family who were forced this hand,
We switched from “not the right time” to “is he still available” over the course of a single night,
You were destined to be a Menon boy. 

Oh Bambi, our boy,
Oh Bambi, our boy. 

From being timid to a confident, hip butting fellow,
You made friends in the community both human and furry,
Correction: you touched lives across states and continents too.
 
Oh Bambi, our boy,
Oh Bambi, our boy.

We lovingly called you Saint Bambi,
And you dutifully lived up to that title,
Not a single shoe, sock or toy ever chewed or destroyed,
Not a single guest or visitor ever troubled,
Love is what you always shared and love is what you always craved. 

Oh Bambi, our boy,
Oh Bambi, our boy. 

Road, water and air travel you excelled at,
17 US states you explored,
Vacations will not be the same without you,
And our laps feel empty and cold too. 

Oh Bambi, our boy,
Oh Bambi, our boy. 

You graced this planet for just under 13 years,
You graced our lives for just over 11,
Yash grew up with you and you were our second boy,
We teased him that you were our most loved boy,
Let me share a secret now: Yash misses you the most my boy.
 
Oh Bambi, our boy,
Oh Bambi, our boy. 

You started sleeping on your bed at home
Upgrading to your bed in Yash’s room,
Soon becoming his sleeping buddy for many years,
To gracing your parents in your final years,
We miss your cuddles and your warmth. 

Oh Bambi, our boy,
Oh Bambi, our boy. 

You walked three times a day,
You knew the routes and folks you met,
Rain, snow or polar vortex, you refused to pee or poop inside your home,
These walks are lame, no longer the same. 

Oh Bambi, our boy,
Oh Bambi, our boy. 

We continue to see you,
We continue to hear you,
We continue to feel you,
We continue to love you. 

Oh Bambi, our boy,
Oh Bambi, our boy. 

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  • Sep 2, 2024: Visiting the Capitol, Madison, WI, USA
  • Mar 30, 2021: My family in Chattanooga, TN
  • Date not firm: Northshore, MN
  • 2015: Lincoln Memorial, Washington, DC
  • 2015: Kentucky Horse Park, KY

The Menons in 2024

Mar 28, 2024: Mission Peak Preserve, Fremont, CA, USA

2024 went by fast! Even this letter is being written and edited in under a few hours. So to keep it tight, we have all selected a word for the year and messaged our portion of the letter around it. Hope this gives you a fast peek into our lives.

Bambi

Nov 29, 2024: North Granby, CT, USA

My word for the year is “pampered”. 

I turned 12 and have been subject to many “old man” jokes in the house. Yes, I was taken to the ER once and it’s true, that I was feeling fine by the time mom and dad drove into the parking lot of the hospital. What can I say, these ‘old man’ jokes, are costing my dad some good dollars…that 2-hour visit costed him ~$850! On a more serious note, I am on two pills twice a day, one for my heart and the other a diuretic. But I am also on a 24/7 regimen of sympathy at home. I get treats every time I swallow these pills. I have also learnt the art of hiding them in my mouth and spitting them out after a few minutes. My parents have caught on to this – now, they wait before serving me my treats. 🙄 🙄 

I have guilt tripped my family into taking me with them on vacations. So this year, I had the opportunity to visit two new states, taking my total to 17 states in the US. Next, I need to work on getting upgraded to business class. Talking about upgrades, my mom has been giving me homemade organic chicken breast and salmon. Yummy. I am slow to move around, I need frequent pee breaks, my heart beats faster, etc etc but this extra love and pampering is worth some of my discomforts. 

To my human family members, I see your love, I see your care and I sincerely look forward to my next holiday!! 😜 😜 

Yash

Feb 6, 2024: Wrestling Team Profile, Naperville, IL, USA

My word for the year is “thrilling”.

Capturing the year in one sentence. I brought home three new pets – Frodo (an Axolotl), Raz (a Jumping Spider) and Mycroft (a Gargoyle Gecko), got my driving permit, made a PR of 10.2 in Pole Vault, learnt to shave and I am now the tallest in the house! 

So yes, it has been a super thrilling year and to counterbalance all this thrill, I sleep in till 2PM on my days off. To the other peasants in our home, I’m done here…please don’t bother me with your edits!

chitra

Apr 20, 2024: Dressed up for a wedding reception, Naperville, IL, USA

My word for the year is “focus”.

Yoga has kept me grounded and I do go into a different zone while I’m researching, practicing or teaching. My family only wishes that I stay in that yoga zone all day long, but they aren’t that lucky. I do have to shed my yoga calm state and regularly showcase my crazy (screaming) state to ensure that my house remains habitable! Among my three boys, it is only Bambi who consistently gives me the vibes for practicing my yoga calm state. For the remaining two fellows, focus and, at times, very deep focus is mandated.

Nutrition is another area of focus for me. I regularly experience eye rolls from my meat loving boys. Maintaining my high nutrient vegan protocol takes effort and discipline. My Sunday zoom calls with friends who are reaping the benefits of focused nutrition are a life line that motivates me and restores hope. 

This year I have also made focused decisions of how I spend my time. Reading, over the years, has taken a back seat, so getting focused reading time has been a priority. I will neither confirm nor deny certain home videos where I have been caught drooling while napping over an open book. Experiencing nature, new cities (with Bambi) and spending time with people who ooze positivity have made this year extra special! 

Suresh

Mar 25, 2024: Golden Gate Recreational Area, Muir Beach, CA, USA

My word for the year is “blink”.

This year went by in the blink of an eye! It seems like yesterday that I started my new job and I seldom say this, but “I am loving it”.  It certainly is a combination of the role, my colleagues and more importantly where I am in life. I am able to focus easily on what is really important and have been able to cut out any noise.

This year, Chitra and I celebrated our 24th wedding anniversary and our relationship is still passionate! 😃 We fight with passion, we argue with passion and I agree to everything she says with equal passion! 

In a blink, Yash is now taller than me, he is driving with us, exercising with me (and doing it better) and hopefully, soon will be ready to get off our payroll!! 

Sharing the Menon family love

2024 meant something different for each of us. Here’s wishing you and your loved ones a new year filled with multiple moments that “pamper”, “thrill”, “focus” and go by in a “blink”. Have a healthy and memorable 2025!

  • Feb 3, 2024: Vir Das Tour, Chicago, IL, USA
  • Mar 25, 2024: Golden Gate Recreational Area, Muir Beach, CA, USA
  • Mar 26, 2024: Sequoia Park Zoo, Eureka, CA, USA
  • Mar 26, 2024: Sequoia Park Zoo, Eureka, CA, USA
  • Mar 27, 2024: Humboldt Redwoods State Park, Eureka, CA, USA
  • Mar 27, 2024: Humboldt Redwoods State Park, Eureka, CA, USA
  • Mar 28, 2024: Trekking sans proper gear (!), Fremont, CA, USA
  • Mar 31, 2024: Teenage cuddles are rare occurences, Naperville, IL, USA
  • Apr 20, 2024: Love in the air, Naperville, IL, USA
  • Apr 25, 2024: Yash's first online advert, Naperville, IL, USA
  • Apr 27, 2024: Yash's first Holi event stall, Bolingbrook, IL, USA
  • Apr 28, 2024: Watching the White Sox's win, Chicago, IL, USA
  • May 5, 2024: The barn cat at Danada Equestrian Center, Wheaton, IL, USA
  • May 11, 2024: At a friend's wedding, Naperville, IL, USA
  • May 13, 2024: Yash's Pole Vault 10.2 PR, Naperville, IL, USA
  • Jun 20, 2024: Father's Day Card, Naperville, IL, USA
  • Jun 30, 2024: At my rightful place(!), Naperville, IL, USA
  • Jun 28, 2024: Meet Frodo Menon, Naperville, IL, USA
  • Aug 15, 2024: First Day Sophomore Year, Naperville, IL, USA
  • Sep 1, 2024: Henry Vilas Zoo, Madison, WI, USA
  • Sep 1, 2024: Date night, Madison, WI, USA
  • Sep 2, 2024: Nature therapy, Madison, WI, USA
  • Sep 2, 2024: Royal Thai Pavilion, Madison, WI, USA
  • Sep 2, 2024: This one was specifically for my work angels, Madison, WI, USA
  • Sep 2, 2024: Visiting the Capitol, Madison, WI, USA
  • Oct 11, 2024: Chicago Theatre, Chicago, IL, USA
  • Oct 11, 2024: Ready for Ronny Chieng, Chicago, IL, USA
  • Oct 20, 2024: Friend from Danada equestrian center, Wheaton, IL, USA
  • Oct 22, 2024: Naperville Half Marathon, Naperville, IL, USA
  • Oct 31, 2024: Happy Diwali, Naperville, IL, USA
  • Nov 2, 2024: Meet Raz Brekker Menon, Naperville, IL, USA
  • Nov 5, 2024: Birthday Owl, Naperville, IL, USA
  • Nov 5, 2024: Birthday Card, Naperville, IL, USA
  • Nov 30, 2024: Tracking black bears, North Granby, CT, USA
  • Dec 1, 2024: With good friends over Thanksgiving, North Granby, CT, USA
  • 2024: From Mumma with Morning Love, Naperville, IL, USA
  • 2024: From Mumma with Morning Love, Naperville, IL, USA
  • 2024: From Mumma with Morning Love, Naperville, IL, USA
  • Dec 22, 2024: Meet Mycroft Menon, Naperville, IL, USA
  • Dec 25, 2024: Christmas afternoon cuddle, Naperville, IL, USA
  • Dec 25, 2024: Christmas afternoon gift unwrapping, Naperville, IL, USA

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2022

2021

The Menons in 2023

Oct 1, 2023: Lake Michigan & Chicago Skyline

We will not be talking about ODI Cricket World Cup 2023 final. We will not be talking about how easily one can throw their back. We will not be talking about teenagers enjoying a mosh pit. We will not be talking about our recent experience with Covid. And we will certainly not be talking about low metabolism rates!

Hope you find the rest of this note a glimpse into the Menons’ lives in 2023.

Bambi

Sep 15, 2023: The birthday boy!

After 11 dog years on this planet, I have come to love home even more. Not sure if it is my age, but I always want to be around my family. It is a pain when they are all working from different rooms. I keep visiting each one every 5 to 10 minutes. If you know my family, you would agree they all need constant supervision! And if you ask them, they blame me for being super anxious as I age. 🐶

This year was the first time I vacationed with a buddy. His name is Pompeii and he was very gracious in welcoming me to his lake house – Malabar Cove.  I also got to welcome a new youngling to our court, Penny. She is smaller than me in size, but is a huge bundle of energy. Always happy, jumping and bouncing around.

I shall end with a joke that you humans could use…Q: Why do dogs like conjunctions? A: They just love buts!

Yash

Oct 7, 2023: Ready for homecoming

If I was forced to write a few paragraphs reflecting on the year (multiple eye rolls), it would center around queen hunting and magic. Don’t let the word ‘queen’ get your imagination to run wild, I have promised my parents “no grand kids, just grand puppies”. So my queen hunting was focused on the ‘formicidae’ types. And for common folk like you, I am referring to ‘ants’. I convinced my parents to start an ant farm in our house…yes!.. I see a bright future in sales for me!! Over this spring and summer, I spent time training my eyes to focus on tree stumps, sidewalk corners and lawn edges. Objective was to sight a queen ant and take it home. This was a different kind of learning and I have to give credit to my dad for joining me on these excursions. We did finally manage to get home two queen ants and today they are both growing separate colonies in test tubes. I would sure have more to write about this topic next year, when they transition into their larger ant farm apparatus.

Unlike David Blaine, I can’t spit out a dozen frogs, but I can enthrall you with my card tricks. I have performed on the streets of Naperville, in Costco, in restaurants, parties, airports and at homes. Some of my “best” uncles and aunts invited me for short gigs at their events, where I earned some crisp dollars. Here’s a BIG thank you to those “best” uncles and aunts. To others who are vying to get into this “best” circle, it is super simple…just text me your event details!

Chitra

Oct 20, 2023: Enjoying a beautiful day out on the patio

I will remember this year for making it back on my yoga mat, watching Yash start High School (HS) and Suresh start a new job.

My community played a key role, in supporting and nudging me back on the mat. First as a student and then as the one conducting the practice . It is hard for me to put into words my gratitude for each of these beautiful souls – You know who you are! My resolution in life is to keep paying it forward. ❤️ I also want to thank every student of mine who joins me on the mat. With every class, I learn, I grow and I also see my true self more clearly. You inspire me!

Watching Yash start and be himself in HS has been fun. He has a good circle of friends and made it through his first semester finals. Like every child, he has unique gifts to offer to the world and I love witnessing his journey as he finds himself . I am proud to be a “shrimp” (his nickname for me) as he towers over me.

Suresh got offered a new opportunity some months back which he decided to accept. I think he has made the right call. He’s someone who performs under fire and right now, is getting just that. I will neither confirm nor deny that the fact that he is no longer going to be working from home has anything to do with my excitement!!😍

New additions to the family – an ant farm in the making and an axolotl on the way!

Suresh

Dec 4, 2023: Needed a headshot

Pride. That’s what comes to mind, when I reflect on the year. 

Witnessing Chitra getting back on the mat and watching her teach again, has been one of my proudest moments. Many of you know, she is my Editor in Chief and I did notice how trimmed this section has become.

Yash started his wrestling season with a bang, 2 – 1, in his first HS meet, and was later moved up with the JV team. In his first JV match, he was the underdog, but battled through all the 3 periods, trailing heavily on points. Only hope was for him to pull off a ‘fall’, which did not happen, instead he ‘fell’ just before the bell of the 3rd period. I observed him wince, shake hands with his opponent, slowly walk over to the opposing coach, shake his hand and then to his coach. I saw them talk, he was gesturing to his left hand and then I saw him walk over to the medic. He came back to meet me, with an ice pack on his hand. He had jammed his finger to his opponents knee and was in pain. After 20 minutes, the medic walked over and suggested pulling Yash off the meet, and take him over for an X-ray. After our visit to the clinic, it was determined that Yash had a two point displacement fracture on his 4th meta carpal. The nurse and the doctor remarked “your son is a trooper, I would have been screaming all this while”. Reflecting back to that day, and having seen his match video multiple times, I could see when the jamming of the finger took place, when his hand again comes under his opponent’s knee and he continued to fight. Yes, that is my boy! He will work on improving his skills, but he has a tough mind and I am super proud of him.

This year also gave me the opportunity to spend good time with my professor from college, catch up with my first US customer and host my mentor from my first job. All these people are special to me and spending time with them was a blessing. I sincerely hope to have made them proud with my conduct and actions. Having lost my mom and dad, there is a void in my life and these folks have stepped into it. Too bad they are stuck with a 48 year old, adopted son!

Sharing the Menon family love

We experienced and explored in 2023. We took knocks to our chins and got back up to fight another day. We laughed and rejoiced. We treasure those who have been around for us and those who share their positive energies with us. Life is short and we are going to focus on what brings us joy. 

Wishing each of you, a big dose of “ease”. Ease to be making healthy choices, ease to be positive and ease to focus on what brings you abundant joy. Happy holidays and have a memorable year ahead. 

past annual letters

2022

2021

Mumbai Meri Jaan

Aug 7, 2023: (L to R) Me, Smitha Ma’am & Chitra @ Gateway of India

Mumbai, a city where I spent my youth, had many a crush, went on my first date, fell in love, popped the question, got married…you get the drift. It is a city I am biased about and often fondly say “Mumbai Meri Jaan” (Mumbai My Love). I lived in Mumbai during my high school, college and initial work years. My dad served in the Indian Army and we constantly moved across the country, finally settling in Mumbai, which happens to be my longest stay in a city growing up. Many fond (and some forgettable) memories are hidden in pockets all over Mumbai.

So during our August 2023 vacation, when I floated the idea of formally touring the city with a guide, my family (Yash and Chitra) was perplexed, but in agreement. I thought they were simply being nice or didn’t care much. I had been planning this for Yash, who was born and raised in the US and has only visited India for vacations. In prior trips, we would use Mumbai as a base and travel further to other cities in India. We typically gravitate to vacation spots that get us closer to nature and wildlife. So this “only” Mumbai vacation was a first.

As I explored options for the city tour, I got connected with Deepa Krishnan, the owner of Magic Tours Of India. Their team had multiple tour options for Mumbai and were consultative in their approach. Touring South Mumbai was a given and I added Dharavi to the itinerary. I’ve always wanted to experience Dharavi with a local and Deepa’s team did just that for us. Another motivation, was that 100% of the proceeds from our Dharavi tour, supported a non-profit, Dharavi Art Room, and some students focused on getting through college. The finalized itinerary was for us to experience South Mumbai Local and Spirit of Dharavi tours.

When I shared this plan with Chitra, she was sure about joining us for the first half (South Mumbai), but very averse to participating in Spirit of Dharavi. I don’t blame her for it. It was the monsoon season and perceptions of Dharavi are very hard to shake off. Drum roll please and enter Smita Krishnan or Ma’am, as I address her. She was my professor in College and someone we already had plans to meet. I floated the idea to her and she was super excited about spending her time with us, on both the tours. For those who don’t know ma’am, her excitement is hard to contain; whether in a classroom, in a train, over the phone or on WhatsApp! So with ma’am’s participation being a firm ‘yes’, Chitra agreed as well, with a caveat, “I can bail at any time”.

As we got closer to our tour date, we were assigned guides for both the tours. Parveen was our guide for South Mumbai Local and a tag team of Amaan and Adnaan for Spirit of Dharavi. 

Part 1: South Mumbai Local Tour

We started our South Mumbai tour with Parveen, from Gateway of India, meandering over to Regal Circle, Prince of Wales Museum, Kala Ghoda, Mumbai University, Oval Maidaan, Municipal Corporation Office and Chatrapati Shivaji Terminal (CST). This we did on foot and taking the famous, and now vintage ‘Kala Peela’ (Black Yellow) taxi. 

As we approached the Prince of Wales museum, we could hear a constant buzz, very different from the typical street cacophony. It took us a while to realize, but there were hundreds, if not thousands, of fruit bats just flying over the tall and large trees by the perimeter of the museum. They looked awesome and for any Christain Bale – Batman – fan, it was a treat. You simply had to play the Batman background music in your mind. Least to say, Yash and I were both enthralled, while ma’am (a Zoology professor and head of the department) was trying to understand why the bats were displaying this active behavior in the morning. As far as I was concerned, Yash already had his “paisa wasool” (worth the money) moment of the tour. During our walk, we also ran into Hitler, reincarnated as a cat, which was a good laugh for all. Getting out of Oval Maiden, we decided to take a quick pit stop, slurping up ‘Ganne ka Ras’ (Fresh Unadulterated Sugar Cane Juice). It certainly took Chitra and me down memory lane, when this drink used to be a treat and a welcome reprieve from the summer heat. Yash too enjoyed this experience and spoke non stop about how his parents were subjecting him to diarrhea. Just to be clear, the street vendor was clean and none of us had any unpleasant experiences during or after the tour! Before I forget, Ma’am did zero down on why the bats were super active in the morning…the municipal corporation employees were ‘smoking out’ areas adjoining the museum, to deter mosquitoes (I guess), and that smoke had disturbed our nocturnal friends. 

We took a double decker bus ride from CST to Churchgate and boy was it fun. This ride was not remotely similar to our experience while commuting in Mumbai for college or work in the 90s. These buses were fully air conditioned and our short journey was very comfortable. By now Yash was beginning to whine about how “tiring” and “long” our walk had been. He was the first to take a seat on the bus and ma’am sat next to him. Soon Parveen, our guide, pointed out that Yash was sitting on a reserved section for Senior ladies or Pregnant women. That triggered a banter between ma’am and him, leading to loud laughs and a few stares from other riders.

Aug 7, 2023: Quote Relevant for all Times @ Mani Bhavan

Next, we got into another Kala Peela and took a ride to Mani Bhavan, temporary home of Mahatma Gandhi in Mumbai. As soon as we stepped into the building, the temperature dropped (which was God sent) dramatically and a sense of calm pervaded each one of us. It seemed like everyone spoke in hushed tones of reverence while walking through this historical property. The restrooms were clean and we all freshened up there. Talking about restrooms, when we met ma’am in the morning, her first conversation with Chitra was about restrooms and how Chitra had used one, at the Taj Hotel, before the start of our tour. Upon hearing this, ma’am pulled out something called a Pee Buddy from her bag and gifted a few to Chitra. For ladies traveling to parts of the world, where finding clean restrooms is a challenge, this product is brilliant. More power and flow (OK, that was cheesy) to Pee Buddy.

We continued our tour, making our way to Swati Snack and were astonished we had never visited it earlier. Most of the snacks were unique (Parveen ordered for us) and we were also able to get nut free items for Yash. He has severe tree nut allergies and it is a constant fear in India. With full bellies, we made our way through a sabzi mandi (vegetable market) to Grant Road station. Hopped into a Mumbai local (train) and made our way to Mahalaxmi Station. Then a short walk to Dhobi Ghat (community laundry area). It was interesting to note, that the Shiv Sena government had built a small lookout point for tourists. We could get a good view of the Dhobi Ghat, along with Parveen’s voice over. Later we headed back to the train for another quick ride to Mahim station. This is where Parveen ended her tour and handed us over to Amaan and Adnaan for our Spirit of Dharavi tour. 

For Parveen: You were great as our tour guide and such a good sport. It is challenging to lead a tour for people who are from the same city and yet make it interesting. We also got to learn about your life story and are amazed at how you have prioritized and managed your family. We are certain that your kiddo will grow up and celebrate your life. You are an inspiration! 

Part 2: Spirit of Dharavi

Everyone living in Mumbai would have experienced Dharavi, from the outside looking in, during some part of their life. It was no different for me. We form a perception about a place and the people living in it. I was influenced by many popular Bollywood movies like Nayakan, Agneepath, Slum Dog Millionaire, Gully Boy etx. So when Amaan and Adnaan, who were our guides, introduced themselves and a gave a quick overview to Dharavi, all the hyperboles went out the window. They were both born and raised in Dharavi and were very balanced, grounded individuals. There was no dramatization of our surroundings or their experiences. We were also coached on photography, that it was OK in the industrial zones of the tour, and to refrain from it in the residential zones. This was not an issue at all, because we had already decided not to use our cameras. My objective was for Yash to experience Dharavi and how humans thrive in different ecosystems. 

“Dharavi is a city within a city” remarked Amaan. He went on to state how Dharavi, the 3rd largest slum in the world, produced an annual accounted revenue of $1 Billion. Yes – USD 1 Billion. This came largely from four industries; textile, recycling, leather and pottery. He mentioned how Dharavi became a cluster of integrated people working in these industries. Religious and regional divides faded out, with a laser focus on industrial output. 

We started walking from Mahim station and entered Dharavi. The surroundings were initially uncomfortable, but soon our focus shifted to life in Dharavi. Spread over approximately 500 acres, with a population of around 1 million, there were over 20 schools, multiple hospitals, dozens of clinics, banks, theaters, gyms, shopping centers and more. An out of state laborer can earn, spend, save and also transfer money, without leaving Dharavi. Hence it was ‘a city within a city’. 

As we walked through various alleyways, the first major industry we witnessed was textile. Many major brands from around India sourced their products from companies with manufacturing units based here. It was interesting to observe their operations and how workers, largely single men, were given accommodations on the upper levels of these units. Amaan also emphasized how every byproduct (even shreds of textile cuttings) were recycled or reused within the industries operating in Dharavi. 

Yash was born and raised in the US. His outlook of India is through a protective lens, from his multiple vacation trips. Also, he has seen Bollywood movies and definitely drew inferences. That was very evident to us, when he asked his first question outside a textile facility “Why do I see so many Pakistan flags?”. To my pleasant surprise, both Amaan and Adnaan, calmy answered, they were not Pakistan flags, but represented a muslim festival. In my American son’s defense, these were green flags with multiple stars and the moon! Phew…now I was beginning to worry what other questions he was going to spring on them.

Our next stop was the recycling industry. Apparently, 80% of Mumbai’s discarded plastic makes its way to Dharavi. We witnessed how a wall clock, a washing machine and music player were dismantled to their tiniest parts. Later handlers would, by touch, classify materials into various bins. From these bins they would be taken to further reuse or recycle. We also saw how a single use plastic water bottle is shredded, with a machine, into fine plastic thread and minute plastic balls, used in soft toys, mattresses and sofa cushions as filling. We have all seen videos, which talk about plastics never leaving surface of earth, but witnessing the volume in a small industrial shop is impactful. Unskilled laborers, would typically start their work journey in the recycling industry. You gain experience and move to higher skilled activities. Answering my question, I was informed that workers, who were doing the sorting of materials, including plastic, were highly skilled. Not everyone could touch and feel a plastic byproduct and know what type of recycle/reuse ability it had. The volume and velocity of this work is mind numbing.

The leather industry operations were vast and elaborate. We walked around giant washing and compressing machines. How they functioned, what would be the output and again how every byproduct was reused. On a hot and humid day, we visited an air conditioned leather products factory outlet. It was fascinating to see the final products on a beautiful display, especially, because we had just walked through the dusky and at times smoke and dust filled manufacturing facilities. Answering my question, tanneries were no longer located in Dharavi, they had been moved out to other cities and towns.

I almost forgot to mention that a bulk of the machinery that we witnessed  were manufactured in Dharavi. A few exceptions were the giant washing and compressing machines. To keep these factories up and running,

a sub industry for parts and maintenance, has also flourished. As a business process expert, I would be very fascinated to capture, on a workflow chart the inputs and outputs from each industry and visually see how many of the flows would start or end within Dharavi.  

Yash’s next fascination was with the number of goats he got to see. Adnaan was forthcoming, telling him they were being fed and raised for an upcoming Muslim festival. And to my surprise, Yash was not all gloom and doom. He took that information well and carried along. For most of this tour, he was walking ahead with Amaan and at times with Adnaan. He learnt how Amaan grew up and had over a dozen goats in his home. That, for sure, triggered thoughts of envy and how incompetent his parents were!! 

We moved over to the residential zones and learnt how 5 to 7 people lived in a 100 square feet room. I have to mention, we never entered any home. We walked outside and understood how people managed their sanitation needs. Answering Smita Ma’am’s question, they spoke about how COVID-19 was managed during the pandemic. To my recollection, Dharavi was in the news for the protocols deployed to curtail the spread and how successful they were, given the population density. Having gone through the tour, I was amazed at how people survived and remained hopeful.

Our last part of the tour was the pottery industry. None of us were correctly able to guess where the textile scraps and cuttings were being used. To our astonishment, the pottery industry was its final destination. They were used as fuel in the baking process!

For Amaan: I never mentioned this during our tour, but you have an impressive personality. It came as no surprise, that you were disciplined in your workout routine. You took pride in your roots and what your family had accomplished. My best wishes to you, as you expand your denim apparel business to the international market. Your parents should be very proud of you.
For Adnaan: As Yash mentioned to you, your spoken English was great! He later also shared, that your written English was good and nothing to shy away from. He looks forward to interacting with you over WhatsApp. You are a well grounded individual and will do well in life. Also, in Amaan, you have a good mentor.

In closing, this was our first, only city vacation and my most memorable moments come from the two tours we participated in. No offense to any of our friends and family, whom we visited, but none of your homes had bats or goats! I want to sincerely thank Smita ma’am for investing her time on these tours, tolerating the Menons (all together). I am certain, during our next visit she will politely meet us for coffee! Until next time, Mumbai Meri Jaan.

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I Miss You Maa

Oct 18, 2014: Mom at Ault Park Cincinnati, Ohio

I dream of you vividly, 
I think of you often,
I wish we could talk,
I miss you maa.

Your memories give me warmth,
Your image still is strong,
Your smile always shines,
Your voice never lets me down,
I miss you maa.

Age three, 
I jumped from a high wall,
My first leap of faith,
Missed landing on my feet,
Hit my bottom with much ache,
Ran back home,
Tears down my chubby cheeks,
You held me,
You comforted me,
You eased my pain,
I miss you maa.

We took long train journeys,
One trip had me sick,
High fever made me hallucinate,
Dark visions scared and kept me awake,
I rest my head on your lap,
You shut my eyes with your hands,
I drift to a restful sleep,
Waking up to a new day,
Much energy in my play,
I miss you maa.

In sixth grade, 
We live in a remote home,
Playtime was limited,
My high bottled energy,
Needing much escape,
You stepped out in our backyard,
Clutching pebbles in your hand,
I took guard with my cricket bat,
Swung hard at every pebble thrown my way,
With every good hit, 
I rejoice the cheer of a cracking six,
We did this for long,
We did this on many days,
I miss you maa.

Monsoons in Mumbai, 
Some heavy,
Some legendary,
No roads or open drains,
Rushing water all around,
Forced to venture out,
Buying medicines our aim,
You fall into an open drain,
Umbrella, bag and all,
I follow right behind,
Grabbing you with all my might,
Teenage agility and strength on display,
Bringing you to safety,
Feeling proud of my action,
Feeling strong for every morsel you fed me,
Feeling accomplished for you,
Feeling like a man,
I miss you maa.

You are a master champ,
The kitchen your gym and arena,
I see you sweating it out,
I see discipline in your routines,
I see no excuses all year round,
I see love as a constant ingredient,
Somedays I walk behind you,
Holding you by your arms,
Giving you a playful shake,
As you effortlessly move the heavy dishes,
I compare your arms to Schwarzenegger,
Bringing a smile to your face,
I miss you maa.

Every academic exam morning,
Every job interview I appeared for,
Every important event I left home for,
I think of our fun ritual,
Reenacting the Mahabharat television series,
I touch your feet and you bless me “vijayi bhava”(“may you be victorious”),
Bringing a smile to my face,
I miss you maa.

Being 8000 miles away,
Gave us more reasons to talk,
Every day,
We talked,
About many events,
Health, family, work and movies,
Some topics serious,
Some topics light,
I miss you maa.

All through my life,
I share with you the crushes I had,
I share with you the future I plan,
I share with you the true love I find,
I share with you my restless mind,
This sharing I miss most,
The listening I miss most, 
I miss you maa.

I dream of you vividly,
I think of you often,
I wish you were still here to talk,
I miss you maa.
I miss you maa.

This is my first attempt at poetry and like every post, my in-house editor in chief was Chitra. I also reached out to an in-house specialist, Yash. He is taking a break from his writing exploits, but obliged me with some edits. It was humbling to see my thirteen year old, with his inputs to my work and is a memory I will savor for long.

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The Menons in 2022

In 2021 when I started this tradition of publishing our annual family letter, little did I envisage living through such a forgettable year. Looking back, Chitra’s option of sending out a simple card now seems like a brilliant idea!

We celebrated and welcomed 2022 in Oahu, Hawaii which marked the end of an adventurous and memorable trip. Our first visit to a hospital this year, was on Jan 22nd, after Yash had a severe food allergy reaction. Little did we know then, it was a sneak peek to our year. For many of our friends, who may not be aware of these developments, we did not want to spread our distress around.

My saintly boy, Bambi, was attacked by a larger dog on March 4th. It was unprovoked and in a matter of 20 seconds, he was brutally mauled. We rushed him immediately to VCA Arboretum View Animal Hospital where he underwent a surgery. A prognosis was possible only after the surgery. He was away from us for a heart wrenching 14 hours. We went to see him the next day and despite being drugged up, he managed to take a few steps and walk over to us. We were all on the floor of the recovery room, holding back our tears and gently caressing him. That scene is etched in my memory as we all worried about him making it. Fast forward to today, he has recovered full mobility and is still the best behaved Menon!

This next part I am going to keep brief and sometime in the future, it will be Chitra’s story to share. In early 2021, Chitra was diagnosed with Glaucoma and underwent multiple treatment procedures on the Left eye. By November’21, her eye pressure had stabilized and vision loss was limited. However, in February ’22 her left eye pressure peaked, she underwent invasive eye surgery and a shunt was implanted. This brought her eye pressure under control, but she had acute vision loss. The doctor and surgeon have classified her case as ‘rare’, For folks who may not know, Glaucoma vision loss is not recoverable. Just when she had begun to turn the corner, her right eye pressure started rising. Between April and November, she underwent a few surgeries and now has a shunt implant in both eyes. She thought she had hit rock bottom, when she was informed that her mother (who lives in India) had a fall and a fractured vertebra. The guilt of not being able to travel to India, because of her eye recovery and treatment, was the final straw.

I assure you, that was the last depressing update you read. Given the experiences from the year, I was contemplating how to sugar coat this letter, then a realization, that we still have a lot to be thankful for. These next sections should give each of you some hope and joy.

Bambi

Feb 6, 2022: Contemplating a Bark

I have asked my dad to officially change my name to Bambi “Rocky” Menon. I was bruised and mauled, was clearly the “underdog” yet made a full come back. I wonder when my family will install a bronze statue of mine, that I can run to and back every time I train. 

Dad wants me to focus on the thank you message. So, I want to thank my family, who took loving care of me when I was stitched up and back from the hospital. My dad slept with me on the floor of our family room, because I wasn’t allowed to climb-up stairs or get on the bed. Mom cooked hot meals for me, which gave me strength and quickly healed by injuries. My brother sneaked in treats for me and spent time gently cuddling close to my bed. Can’t forget the nursing staff, doctors and the surgeon who acted fast and with love. 

Lastly, I miss Sox and Snickers, whom I no longer see on my walks. I am told they have joined the stars above and are keeping an eye on me.

Yash

Dec 10, 2022: Sherlock Holmes To The Rescue

I, Yash Suresh Menon, formally announce my deep gratitude and love to the best parents in the whole world – Chitra and Suresh Menon! Papa, now can you please give my phone back? 

My top hits for the year; Sherlock Holmes, Sundance, Rosie, $10 an hour, crafting & Bolo Zoology and Willowbook;

  • I dived deep into the depths of Sherlock Holmes, reading all his books and being inspired by his skills. My wardrobe also took some inspiration from Benedict Cumberbatch. If you have an unsolved mystery, give me a call
  • Sundance was my horse to take care of, during my summer camp at Danada Equestrian Center. It was a fun experience, but it was over too soon
  • Rosie was the tarantula I got to hold in my hands during our summer trip to the Rockies. She came from the Atacama Desert in Chile, was very calm and gentle. She was not defanged and helped me debunk myths about Tarantulas
  • My time and services were up for sale this year and with my Indian genes, I come cheap! At $10 an hour, who could find a better baby sitter and dog walker? My most challenging gig was to entertain 13 kids in our house, as my parents partied all night!! Book me soon, these are tough economic times and prices will go up
  • Explored my crafting skills with balloons, whittling and content creation with my YouTube channel Bolo Zoology, please like and subscribe
  • This was my second year doing the after school program at Willowbrook Wildlife Center. I got to cut deer heart into small pieces, feed injured birds, turtles and also study a bob cat

Before I close, remember I’m babysitting and dog walking, and $10 an hour is for a limited time only 😉 . Call me!!

Chitra

Jul 27, 2022: Ford Park – Vail, CO

Taking Yash’s cue, words I would reflect on for this year are love, friends and courage.

Selfless love from my family is what has kept me afloat this year. All my boys played their parts to perfection. Bambi was by my side after every surgery, as if he knew what mom had gone through. He knew everyone in the family had other duties to fulfill and it was his duty to keep his body in constant touch with mine, while I recovered.  Yash focused on his academics and positive reviews from his teachers gave me peace of mind and one less thing to worry about. If he was to read this, his immediate comment would be “keep it coming, don’t stop…just keep it coming!” What do I say about Suresh? He has been my rock through all the turmoil and in my late father-in-law’s language, “remained as calm as a duck in water”. At home and outside, he has maintained his calm, when I know for sure he was dealing with a lot. I love my boys!

Sharing a Dumbledore quote from Harry Potter; “Happiness can be found even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light.” I have been blessed with friends from my high school years my first workplace, my yoga teachers, guides & sisterhood, and my neighborhood. Each one of you have turned on the light for me. Actions, that were simple in your definition, meant a lot to me. So whether it was your thoughtful deliveries (food, recovery gift baskets, flowers), including Yash in the car pool, spending hours on the phone with me (you know who you are!), checking in on me almost every day (I’m looking at YOU!), listening to me cry (and crying with me), wiping my tears, joining me for trail walks, driving me for a tea date, visiting me at home (one crazy one flew from India!) and for all the prayers sent my way. I wish I had more profound ways to say this – “thank you” and I am forever in your debt.

Living in fear is not an option, I know that very well. But when faced with literal darkness, it was hard to fight, to be brave and optimistic. Suresh jokingly says that marrying him was the craziest thing I’ve done.  And if I could pull  that off for 22 years then I can have the courage to push through this. I have not harnessed this courage consistently through the year but this will be what I focus on moving forward.

Suresh

Jul 25, 2022: On Top Of The World – RMNP, CO

Wow! This is turning out to be a long annual letter, so I’ll be short and to the point. 

The first thing I am thankful for is “me”! Yes, I will shamelessly be thankful to my body and my mind. They have both been fierce yet graceful in dealing with life.

There are a few friends with whom I have been open about my thoughts. These folks may not have realized it, but in the absence of my mom, they have been a huge support and sounding board. You encouraged me to continue working on my fun projects. Specifically want to call out two of them, who have regularly made me laugh loud and helped in releasing my pent up pressure. To all of you, thank you for being around and keeping a check on me!

Since 2005, I have participated in many running events, and Chitra has cheered for me, every single time; from the start line, on the course and given me a victorious hug after the finish line. No matter how I performed, her cheer, her smile, her hug and her encouragement was always through the roof! This year she was not there, and it felt like I forgot to carry an important running gear. From the start line, on the course and after the finish line, her “GO MENON” cheer was missing. My running buddy, on hearing this said, “that’s a good sign, your marriage will last a few more years!!” I’ll take that! I am definitely lucky & thankful for a few more years and into my next life!

Sharing the Menon family love

Wishing you all a Merry Christmas and happy holidays. May the new year bring your way good health and memorable moments with loved ones.

Past annual letters

The Menons in 2021

Shoe, Scholarship, Train And More: Stories from St. Xavier’s

St. Xavier’s College, Mumbai, India

“We thought he was depressed!” remarked my batch mate Sanyo. This was over dinner with Chitra and me, in the early 2000s. In an evening filled with loud laughs, good food from Sanyo’s kitchen and old memories, that remark stuck with me. Sanyo was comparing my exuberance from that evening, to what she witnessed in our college years (1993-96).

Fast forward to Oct 2021, I was sharing a recent dream with another batch mate. In my dream, I almost missed a written examination and she was trying to help me out. My friend, Seema, commented, “You always took exams too seriously!”

Chitra knows me from our MBA days (1996 onwards) and can’t seem to associate me with either of these comments. She’s completely aware of my earlier life circumstances, but still finds it difficult to believe. She was able to express disbelief to Sanyo in person, and had a laugh after reading Seema’s message.

Was I depressed or just too serious? Who the hell cares! 🙂

I do have some stories to share from my college years and I’m using fictional names for my colleagues.

Photo by Suraj B on Pexels.com

my Puma shoes & First Year of college

1992 to 1994 were difficult years for my family, financially. There were months when I knew my mom was grappling to make ends meet. I had large feet – size 13.5 and I struggled to find sneakers or sports shoes in my size. I relied on a maternal uncle, who worked in the merchant navy, to gift me sneakers that he acquired overseas. There were a few years when I would not get any shoes from him. As my luck would have it, one such year was just before I started at St. Xavier’s college.

Close to Crawford Market, in Mumbai, I had seen these Puma tennis shoe in a store’s window display. I walked in to check the price and see if they had my size. The largest size was the one pair on the display window, size 13. Mom managed to save up some money and I bought that pair a week or 10 days before college started. They were a snug fit, but I was thrilled and just too excited, to be wearing them to college.

My excitement was short lived, in 2 days there was a rip on the leather upper of the shoe. The leather was just breaking up (almost disintegrating) and we assumed it may have been on the window display for too long, in direct sun light. I went back to the shopkeeper, but he washed his hands off the issue. With no option, I took it to a local cobbler and he patched it up for me. Now, my new white sneakers had a black circular leather patch, right next to the lace area. In the next few months, I had two more patches and I put a fourth one just to balance the design!

Xaviers had an aura, where everyone dressed well and had some swagger. My confidence was down in the dumps and I was very insecure during the first year. My clothes were just about ‘OK’ and the condition of my shoes was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

Shane became my good buddy during my time in Xaviers. He was from St. Francis orphanage, in Borivali. I thought we had a lot in common (especially with regards to fashion, or a lack thereof). There were a couple of times, when he wore something really cool and I asked him where he bought it. He answered with a smile, “Donations, man. We had good donations yesterday.” Interactions with him balanced my expectations in life. We lost contact after college, but I would sure “thank him” for his friendship.

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Professor Dara Munshi Scholarship

During my college years, we relocated from Borivali to Mira Road, to Ambivali, to Kalyan, to Nerul. A couple of these transitions were rough. On a lighter note, I may have been the only student to have studied in Xavier’s and commuted in all local train lines – Western, Central, and Harbor!

Every expense on my account (tuitions, clothes, travel expenses, etc), pinched me a ton. I was always thinking of ways to reduce any burden on my parents. It was then that I heard about Prof. Dara Munshi Scholarship. I don’t recall the exact amount, but it was under INR500.00 ($8.00). Back then it was enough to repay my tuition, and also address some other college related expenses. My big goal every year was to bag this scholarship.

I managed to win it in the first year, however I had competition in the second and third year. Samudhrika from my class, was equally motivated and she was also someone I got along with. She was kind natured and I enjoyed our talks. However, in class or during our exams I was obsessed with bagging that scholarship. I would treat her to a good dinner, anytime we meet next, because she nudged me to perform better.

Doing well academically was my coping mechanism, and one factor that kept me afloat with all the turbulence back home. I am grateful to being awarded this scholarship all through my graduation years.

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Train Rides & Counseling

As mentioned earlier, like many students, my commute to college was on Mumbai local trains. During part of my first and second year, I was living in Mira Road (a distant suburb of Mumbai). Vaman sir (Dr. Vaman Rao – then Department Head) lived in Dahisar, which was one train stop before Mira Road. There were many days we would end up traveling back home together.

During these trips I got to learn about his background, and life experiences. I was able to see myself in many of his earlier life stories. He instilled hope and the belief that I could have a life like him. Have a family, own a home and live respectably.

Back then I had not been introduced to the concept of counseling, but these were my free sessions! He became my idol and North Star. I could have very easily gone down a destructive or non-productive path.

This trend of train counseling continued for me, as I moved to the central and harbor line with Shinde sir (Dr. Rajendra Shinde – then Botany Professor). Sessions with him were more casual in nature, exploring life, politics and many social topics.

A big shout out to Mumbai Suburban Railways for my safe travels, and doubling-up as my counseling couch. To Vaman & Shinde sir, for their conversations, patient listening and coaching, you guys gave me the courage to take flight.

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Field Trip & my Secret angel

Our Zoology department organized a field trip to Ranthambore Tiger Reserve and Bharatpur Bird Sanctuary. This was immediately after the first term exams, in our second year. Many of my seniors (3rd year students), batch mates and juniors (1st year students) registered for the trip and there was palpable excitement in the air.

A week or so after the trip had been announced, Vaman sir summoned me to his office. He already knew about my family situation, so was confirming my decision to skip the trip. From his perspective, this was a great opportunity for me to observe and learn two very diverse habitats.

A couple of days later, he called me again to his office and announced that I had been registered for the trip. Looking at my confused face, he shared that Smita ma’am (Smita Krishnan – then Zoology Professor) had decided to sponsor me. I don’t recall my reaction nor do I recall meeting ma’am specifically on this topic. It’s hard for me to express my gratitude in words. The best I can come up with is “I will always be in her debt”.

For me, that trip experience was a life changer. I established some tight bonds with a few seniors and many of my batch mates. I got to see Vaman sir in a new avatar, he sang Hindi songs and was not lecturing us. Smita ma’am was at her crazy best, playing card games, cracking jokes and also pulling pranks. But knowing her, she did not need this trip to be in that zone!

I ended up typing a detailed report for this trip and drew all the 44 bird species we spotted in Bharatput Bird Sanctuary. My professors were impressed with the output, and Vaman sir had taken this report to BNHS (Bombay Natural History Society). Later, BNHS displayed my report for an exhibition they were organizing. I guess, it was my small way of expressing some immediate gratitude.

The original report sits in my home office and Yash – my son, who is a wildlife enthusiast, has asked me many questions. Some interesting ones…what is a typewriter?…why did you draw and color these birds, and not take digital pictures?…who is that girl?

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Many crushes and my first date

This will be an interesting section and I hope there are no surprises for Chitra! 🙂

I was focused and driven academically, but was also dealing with my raging hormones. So here I go on record, stating that, I had many crushes in college – most of them ‘one way’! With all my insecurities in play, year one was a wash and looking back I am very thankful for that outcome.

The first explicit crush started during the Ranthambore/Bharatpur field trip with a senior batch mate – Cassie. We spent a lot of time together, on the 7-day trip, and I am not sure how evident it was to my professors and friends.

On our return back to Mumbai, we continued to engage, very “naively” to be precise. With my birthday coming up, I informed my parents that I wished to take Cassie for a movie. My dad, in his usual style, sat me down and shared his expectations. How I need to be respectful and ensure she gets back to her home safely. With their consent, I was super excited to pick her up from our agreed train station and start my official first date. We had a wonderful time and I ensured she got back home safely. I was on cloud nine and many hearts flying out of me. Got to admit here, those flying hearts soon popped and this brief excitement came to a firm stop. If I am honest here, the closure of that chapter was initiated by my good friend Suhana. She was convinced of my naivety (she may use the word “stupidity”) and that I was being taken for a ride. I do have to thank her for it, because Cassie soon started dating my good friend Bill! 🙂

We had many fun Botany department excursions to Khandala and in one such trip, I got invited to an adventure walk through an abandoned house. Four of my seniors (3 females and 1 male), one of our professors and I walked after dinner, on a trail leading to this old abandoned house. The challenge was to walk in and out of this house without using torch lights. Vandana, my senior asked me to accompany her, and two other seniors joined us. Our professor and the fourth senior waited outside. It was a crazy experience and that was the beginning of my second big crush. This lasted a bit longer and I can take some credit in improving Vandana’s academic scores.

There were a few more in our third year, all very sweet and innocent experiences. Some of them making it to my free counseling sessions (train rides).

My time in St. Xavier’s

After my Higher Secondary School (HSC) year, I lost my free medical seat by a few percentage points. I was quite devastated and lost for a few weeks by that outcome. I ended up accompanying two of my friends to apply at St. Xavier’s College. With barely any research and no big plans or expectations.

Sometimes, life has other goals destined for us. In my case, it was to study at St. Xavier’s and fly under the wings of some very inspiring professors.

Lastly, a big shout out, to all my friends from Xaviers. I have only good memories of my time there and if I was ever a jerk, please forgive me. Stay well and be kind.

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THE MENONS IN 2021

Mar 29, 2021: The Menons at Lula Lake, Chattanooga, TN

To our dearest friends and family,

This is a new tradition we are trying to start and hope to carry it forward in the coming years. This project has been brewing for a few years and it was the Northenscold family’s annual letter that got me to act. So, ‘thank you’ Northenscolds for the inspiration.

We started 2021 under COVID-19’s dark clouds and have been blessed to be staying healthy. The year was a rollercoaster ride with many laughs, tearful goodbyes and moments of introspection. Sharing short perspectives from each one of us;

Bambi

Mar 29, 2021: Bambi at Lula Falls, Chattanooga, TN

Did you know my father has been experimenting on my teeth with an electric tooth brush? At the end of every 60 second routine, he presents me with a treat. That immediately wipes out any trauma I suffered. Hope the ladies enjoy my fresh breath now!

This year, I visited Tennessee and with this visit, I have now travelled to 14 states in the country. Have to admit Chattanooga was a very friendly city, they welcomed me in many stores, restaurants and I also got to enjoy a full bowl of dog friendly ice cream!

I entered the senior citizen club by turning 9 this September and got introduced to new varieties of senior dog foods. My walks are a bit slower these days, however, when excited, I manage a good sprint.

I will like to end by welcoming Cash (I haven’t met him yet), Mili and Bruno to my cul-de-sac and remind Sparky that he needs to keep his nose out of my food bowl!

Yash

Sep 25, 2021: Yash riding a camel into battle

Do I really need to do this? Why? You guys always force me to do things!

The above sentence pretty much summarizes my year, but since dad is typing you’re all in for a long & boring read (sigh)!!

I celebrated my 12th birthday this year and like my 11th, we did not have any big gathering…”thanks COVID-19″. Mom certainly went out of her way to pamper me and I ended up having a great day. Loved all my gifts, so thank you again, if you sent me a gift and if not, I graciously accept extremely late gifts too! Just kidding (NOT).

It was great to be back at middle school in person and interact with my friends and teachers. Academics have been going great and this year I got to experience tennis, fencing, cross country and wrestling. Whined equally with my parents about all four, but I do like wrestling. Now, if only my parents listen to me and not register me for additional (outside of school) club wrestling! It messes with my video game schedule…after all, my thumbs need their focussed workouts.

I will call this year “creations galore”. Paper and pipe cleaner creations have been my forte, but I ventured into cardboard and 3D pen models. I continue to write and post poems to my website www.yashmenon.com. Feel free to visit it and praise every word!

Reviewing this 2021 summary, I seem to come across as an angel! That is not a good look for me – I better stop right now.

Chitra

Jul 4, 2021: Chitra in a new dress

I wanted to send out a simple card…there, I have officially recorded my statement (eye roll).

This year has been a mixed bag. I started my 300 hour yoga teacher training with the goal of completing my 500 hours by mid next year. The schedule has been taxing but my teachers are super inspirational. They also set a very high benchmark and that has kept me going.

Yoga, running, long walks and my yoga community have kept me upbeat, but there have been days when the pandemic blues had me down mentally. My family and few good friends have supported me all along, which is always a blessing.

I lost my mother-in-law to Cancer and the most difficult decision was to stay back with Yash (the Delta variant was raging in India then). It is something that continues to weigh on me and I bring it up with Suresh often. She was a kind person and I cherish my moments with her. It may sound funny, but every time Yash wins on the mat, I know she is smiling over him.

The year is closing on a much better note. I was able to visit India in November and meet my parents, my brother-in-law and his family. Got to celebrate my parents’ 50th wedding anniversary and get back to the US safely. Had a nice surprise from Prairie Yoga, to be invited to join their teachers circle. I am truly honored and delighted with this news, now looking forward to a much happier 2022.

Suresh

Oct 17, 2021: Me at the finish of Naperville Half Marathon

If you have survived reading this so far, let me be brief. 2021 has been a challenging year with mom’s passing. I was fortunate to make it to India and conduct her last rites with my brother. Being the youngest one in the family, it was different to be there for my brother. Mom and I had spoken about this outcome, a long time back, and I had promised her I would communicate with my brother, like I did with her. Now, Ramesh bhai (my brother) has to deal with my almost daily calls! There are occasions when he has asked me (jokingly…I think!?) to stop this torture and call someone else. Too bad, he will need to deal with it till the end.

Compiling a short video to celebrate my Mom’s life helped me a lot, so did my new job at SAP and running the Naperville Half Marathon. Chitra has been the rock in my life and having the openness to share our vulnerabilities is a blessing.

Sharing the Menon family love

Wishing you all a Merry Christmas and happy holidays. May the new year bring your way good health and memorable moments with loved ones.

My Mom…A Soldier’s Wife, A Mother of Two and A Fierce Opponent to Cancer

Aruna Rajendran Menon
Dec 6, 1948 to Jun 17, 2021

As her husband served far away, she stood her ground alone, bravely sheltering and nurturing her sons. Army life was adventurous taking her across the vast land of India. She embraced many cultures, won many hearts and toiled relentlessly for her family. Always protecting her sons from arguments that wives and husbands often have. Her sole purpose, tranquility in the family. And this she was a master at, till her last breath. 

Her older son a rebel and her younger son a follower. She blended the right ingredients ensuring both turn out to be her best products to this world. And since I am the author, let me state, the younger one a shade better!!😊 Through the ups and downs of life, the one constant was her being a welcoming and generous host. Her kitchen, a magical place and every mouth fed, a devout fan.

Her biggest battle came later in life when cancer first hit her in 2010. Stage 4 breast cancer did not know it’s opponent well. This was Aruna Rajendran Menon. Both threw hard punches, one drew first blood but it was mom standing victorious as a survivor for 7 years. Then this stealthy, cunning cancer blind sided her, striking a second time in her lung fluid. Once again, she fought, she ducked and weaved, staggering but standing for another 3 years. Her body and mind weakened, this filthy cancer was back. This time she had little energy and the battle was short. We lost our mom on June 17, 2021 at 7 PM India time. 

This journey of the last 11 years tested her the most. Many think of it as the worst of her life. I DISAGREE. Yes, it was not pretty, but it was during these years that mom, then a housewife of 47 years,  started her Amul franchise. She ran this shop with the same dedication and love that she did her home. She went on to be lovingly known as “Amul Aunty” for the community at large! America also welcomed mom in 2014 and gave her beautiful memories to cherish till the end. Many friends from this distant land offered their heartfelt support and condolences for her loss…“Until next time” they say.

I never met Mother Teresa, but I sure did live with one. She always had this healing energy and a patient ear for everyone. Thoughts shared with her in confidence stayed with her and were never betrayed. I realized what a support she was to so many by the number of calls received on her phone by those who didn’t know she had passed. She touched many lives, in times of need and celebration. Each of these folks lost a friend, a guide and an inspiration. 

Life, as I know it, will never be the same. Her void difficult to fill, her voice difficult to forget, her love never to be replaced. 

My mom…a soldiers wife, a mother of two and a fierce opponent of cancer. 

Love you mom…until next time.

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Watch video tribute: https://youtu.be/Akwx7_XoYmE