Habuild helped my fears dissolve and disappear

[17/05, 7:01 am] HABUILD SUPPORT Team: Hello, Thank you for joining the session

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Yoga Days: *682*

A little fear → keeps us alert

Too much fear → creates anxiety, restlessness

Please reply and let us know - What fear has yoga helped you overcome? 🙏

_Team Habuild_

[17/05, 7:28 am] Lakshmi Omanakuttan: When,e joined Habuild in June24 after fifteen months of L4-5 disc ectomy because I had Potts Spine.I had fear of getting up walking,balance was bad and needed assistance for everything.Gradually one by one fear of walking,getting up ,bending climbing steps vanished and I overcame it .I was a very active person and was reduced to a vegetable in bed.I rose from there today I have got back to be normal once again though some disabilities are there,i have learnt to accept and move on even with limitations.This is my greatest achievement after practicing yoga with you.I complete two years with you next month.O have learnt to smile once again by overcoming fears one by one.l have learnt to enjoy my life once again,as I stay alone.I am 71 but today I am hT and work around my difficulties with a smile and happiness dear Saurabh Sir.Thank you for shoythe path.

Thankyou for showing the path.

[17/05, 11:44 am] HABUILD SUPPORT Team: Hello , this is Aiswarya from team Habuild.

[17/05, 11:45 am] HABUILD SUPPORT Team: This is truly one of the most inspiring journeys to hear. 🙏✨

Coming back from such a difficult phase after L4-L5 discectomy and Potts Spine, overcoming fears of walking, getting up, bending, balancing, and climbing stairs step by step , all of this reflects incredible courage, patience, and determination. 🌿

[17/05, 11:46 am] HABUILD SUPPORT Team: From feeling completely dependent and bedridden to once again smiling, enjoying life, and managing things independently at 71 is nothing less than extraordinary. Your acceptance of limitations while still choosing happiness and positivity is deeply inspiring for everyone around you. 💛

[17/05, 11:46 am] HABUILD SUPPORT Team: Completing two years of consistent yoga practice and regaining confidence in life itself is such a beautiful achievement. Thank you so much for sharing your heartfelt journey. Your words remind everyone that healing is possible, one small step at a time. 😊🙏

[17/05, 12:33 pm] Lakshmi Omanakuttan: Yes,healing is accepting and moving forward.Habuild taught me this.O.The message daily on the screen I never miss it.  I am  motivated by it every single day. 

A thanks to person in-charge of doing it ,a new one each day.🥰

[17/05, 7:10 pm] HABUILD SUPPORT Team: Thank you for sharing this with us.

It is truly wonderful to hear that you are finding meaning in the idea of healing through acceptance and moving forward, and that Habuild has been a part of this understanding for you.

It is also heartening to know that the daily messages on the screen are motivating you consistently and supporting you in your practice. Small daily reminders can often create a strong positive impact over time.

We appreciate your kind words for the team responsible for it. Wishing you continued inspiration, growth, and inner strength on your journey ahead.

(My  sincere WhatsApp conversation with Habuild back and forth as it is).

The Gentle Bull

                                     

The Gentle Bull aka Meena Taurus turns seventy five in May 2026,not a small feat eh.

Diamond or Platinum jubilee whatever ,it calls for celebration with families and siblings.

How time flies .You are older than me by four years.Always took care of me.Going down memory lane how we shared similar designed clothes which our mother who was adept at stitching made for us.Sometimes frocks with or without  sleeves,sometimes pakeezah suit outfits.

We were always sidelined but we were never in the race for black beauties. We were proud of having  a beautiful loving and caring heart which was a class  in itself.

You were gentle,fabulous(shaandaar),the epitome of patience,never spoke in raised tones and always appeared to come from a well fed family. Our cousins never missed a chance to tease you on account of your chubbiness and pulling your leg that  our father owned the local ration shop.

Our poor dad was unnecessarily dragged into it.You felt sad but never retorted.I am exactly the opposite of you,a tomboy and waiting for a chance to react.

All said and done you took care of me a lot for which I am grateful even today.Gradually there were additions to the family with Sarsi and Ramesh joining in.There was a shift in family dynamics.Some parts of your life was spent with granny,some with our aunt,later at my ex principals hostel before joining us once and for all in bangalore.You did have your share of pain but always displayed an amazing calmness and quietness.Something to really learn from you.

You have helped me a lot from the time I was hospitalized for knee dislocation by caring for me and our stay at Maharani’s hostel .Remember our days with Rema,Padmini and Sosamma.Remember my marriage  and the dramas one after the other.

When I got married you gifted a whole suitcase of sarees  I wore happily and which  stood with me during trying times, till twenty years after.I shared a few of them with our cousins especially Devi chachi who in turn gave it to her sister in laws.I also gave  some to my immediate neighborhood young women.You have  the goodwill of a lot of my acquaintances precisely to be called “Six Yard Saree Diplomacy” which you were not at all aware of.

You  gracefully helped me tide over turbulent times and was the main architect in helping me build my house.  My husband always remembered your positive push to start with construction and both of us are indebted to you and Shabbir for your constant support.Omanakuttan was always reminiscent of Kuwait times when he visited you.

When Paru met with an accident you ,amma and Ramesh stood by her for recovery as I was not in the station.Sarsi was in Bombay or Hyderabad I think. I remembered you taking her for physiotherapy and patiently waiting till she finished to return back home.I have not forgotten it and never will forget it. Thank you and remain full of gratitude.

You were calm and composed at all times and level headed always.You  draped your saree well and carried it with grace.You had a beautiful collection of them with matching bags and slippers.You loved perfumes ,flowers,jewellery  and owned  strikingly good ones not to mention bangles.Class was innate to you though I am far away from it.

I remember the times when we shared blouses and sarees.If  you went north wearing sarees 1-7 then next week i would wear them  1-7 in the opposite direction.This made it look like we had plenty of sarees.Ofcourse ,father was a little biased towards me which did not go well with you, but you nevertheless loved him a lot. The gentle bull that you are.

Remember the Lambretta BEL drops and coming back home only with the pen cap from Mounts.How Bhadrakali used to scream and fume.How we used to laugh without making sound and her ranting”ethu manzillal aanu irikanu pokkunda” was all fun and humour.You loved French and hated science. It took awhile for our parents to realise that you preferred Humanities to Science.

Remember for hasty emergency trips to Kerala by acchha or amma anyone how new skirts and underwear were stitched in a hurry..Many of our cousins visited and stayed with us Rani chachi,Shaji annan,Kochu Babu annan’s,Thampi annans ,Devi chachi.Mani.Mohan ,Ambily etc

Remember us washing clothes,one scrubbing one rinsing  and once more washing and it is done  both in the bathroom and public tap.Mother used to spread it on the clothes line.While one swept the other mopped.making chappatis in the evening as mothers kitchen used to close after lunch.

Mother was a real gourmet and made a lot of evening snacks ranging from cutlets to many more ,how I used to eat off leaving with you less.All the ingredients in the kitchen had its place no one was allowed to leave it open or shift its place.

Remember our cramped house in the fields and all of us running to see Yeshudas,who came to lay the foundation stone for the temple next door.The dasara chariots passing by with loud music the open maidan display of chariots,watching movies in the tent with stench of sweat and farts,eating and buying sweets at Bhagat rams when we went to commercials,all bring sweet memories.You had a green thumb and made lovely gardens with seasonal flowers.

You walked with grace and draped with ease and were a treat to watch.This  carries on even to this day.

I  always believed you had immense faith in me and my capabilities which in itself was a strong push for me.This speaks of my bonding with you.I also remember how you all stood by me at the loss of Omanakuttan and during my recovery times both at my loss and after my surgery.Moments etched on rock to be remembered for life.

So much more to write but time restricts.I quote Thomas Gray to  sum you up as,”Full many a flower is born to blush unseen ,And waste its sweetness on the desert air.”

These are a few of my thoughts penned  as I remember and closing it with wishes for a happy birthday full of joy and blessed showering from above.May God shower you with the choicest of blessings on you always.

The Web of Life

I ushered into this new world after a sibling my world was just the three of us gradually the additions increased,my  world remained the same the more the merrier.

Then came relatives uncles and aunts and cousins ,then came friends and well wishers.

Then grew up and fell in love and out of love,then came marriage  a new addition in the web of life,then came offsprings to make it bigger.

As it grew responsibilities increased,All the while figuring it out.

Sometimes doing things mechanically ,No support or guidance.

This is all the best I could.

The web of life gave different dimensions and perspectives 

Good or bad l can't say

But experiences for sure.

Wide range which I can't even fathom

I smile now with confidence

It was all worth it the good,bad and ugly

I emerged the best version of me 

I am me, no substitute.

I love myself 

I love being alone

I love exploring my little world with myriad opportunities.

The Streak of Light

24 March 26

The time 4.57 p.m.I was delighted to receive a call from Ajay.I know why calls went unanswered because he was figuring ways to tackle the personnel of my ward 26 ,very famous for lethargy and under the table cuts.

Anyway what started in November 2025 is slowly fruiting in March 2026.The family tree is done after repeated visits by Supreeth and follow up by Ajay.

Next comes E khatha and encumbrance certificate.I think

things may speed up now.

I was undergoing real stress at the undue delay and callousness of the authorities concerned.

Beneath my patience was one nagging thought what if I conk off before it is done.Not that I am afraid of death laying its icy hands on me.But the thought of not having done my duty gnawed me.

Earlier we were never able to make a will despite our trying hard for it. Our health condition at that point of time was restricted .Our mobility also posed a lot of physical hardships.

The Universe heard my prayers and conspired a phonepe and later a face to face meeting with a young dashing,final year Law student with an entrepreneurial startup called Ekhatha Assist.

I admire this young man who wants to do something earnestly for the thousands like me who cannot run from pillar to post to get things done.

I am grateful for having met him and include him in my life as extended family,a wellwisher,an entrepreneur, friend and advocate.Any other person would have given up considering the number of times rejections happened in my case.

I appreciate his resilience to complete what he started come what may.

His respect to a nonentity like me and his zeal to pull me out of my helplessness.I am grateful that there are people like him in this world making it a better place for me  to live in.

I wish him joy,peace, health and wealth in all that he endeavours today and everyday.

With blessings.

My guilt trip

This was written way before I spoke to the founder of E khatha Assist. 

I had been wanting to talk to a budding advocate for sometime now.

Reasons being

1.I fully understood that I was their most complicated client.

2.This had eroded and eaten into a lot of time of their team mates.

3.Where you could have serviced 10 or more clients u were stuck with me.

4.I aqgree family tree had warranted many visits for writing , rewriting and stamping.

5.I know the personal out of pocket expenses.

6. I know my ekhatha was rejected 6 times.

7.I felt guilty every day of trespassing valuable time.

When you are helpless and take a guilt trip it bogs you down.But unseen the Universe will be conspiring for the right time which is beyond us teaching us patience.

Payment in full

This was a week of feeling good.I was watching a Joint relief program when Sangavi walks in with a packet in her hand.She hands it to me saying from my first salary for you.I was taken aback.

I was at a loss for words.It was a saree.I said you should get it for your mother not me.She looked lovingly at me and said that it was because of me she landed a job. I told her your hard work paid off pat yourself not me.

Then we sat down and started talking for sometime.

I felt strangely happy that she is blossoming into a beautiful young woman with her head above her heart in the right place 

Touched reading it

🌺 *_A Father is Never Poor*_🌺

_Here is the full real story…._

"_Ma’am, your flight is in two hours…" the PA reminded her. *Isha* removed her glasses. Standing on the 50th floor in London, looking down, she felt an emptiness she had never felt before._

_Her father, *Sadashiv Rao*, had passed away last night in Pune. *Isha was a successful businesswoman*.  But in the last 10 years, she had not visited India even once to meet her father._

_Why?_

_Because of *“that” day*, fifteen years ago. Isha had received admission to a top university in America. The fee was 25 lakh rupees. Sadashiv Rao was a simple clerk. *Isha insisted*, “*Dad, take a loan, mortgage the house, but I have to go to America*.” Sadashiv Rao firmly refused._

“_Isha, we cannot afford it. I cannot mortgage the house. Your wedding, your brother’s future, my old age… I cannot take this risk.” Isha was furious. “You’re a coward! You’re jealous of my success. I’m ashamed to call you my father.” Saying this, she left the house._

_In anger, she found a scholarship from a trust and went to America. While leaving, she didn’t even look at her father’s face. For the next fifteen years, she proved herself, earned $ in Millions, but she never called her father even once._

*_Present*_

_Isha reached Pune. The old ancestral house was unchanged. A few people stood at the door. Sadashiv Rao’s body lay in the courtyard._

*_Isha noticed his shirt — it was the same old one she had seen 15 years ago*. She didn’t cry. She only felt a strange heaviness. The rituals finished. People left. Only Isha and her father’s old friend, lawyer Deshpande Uncle, remained. He handed Isha an old torn diary and a passbook._

“_Isha, Sada left this for you.”Isha asked sarcastically, “What will be in this? Complaints Accounts of how badly I behaved?”_

_Uncle became serious. “Read it. You’ll find answers.” Isha opened the diary and began reading. Soon, she reached the page dated fifteen years ago._

“_Today Isha left in anger. *She called me a coward*. But how do I tell her that the house she wanted me to mortgage… *I had already sold it during her engineering*. We are living in a rented place now. *If she knew, she would feel guilty. So I lied*.”_

_Isha’s hands trembled. She turned *the next page*. “Today Isha got a scholarships of 20 lakh rupees from ‘*Gyandeep Trust’*. She is very happy. *She thinks she got it because of her talent. Good*._

_She must never know that *I donated* all my PF money and sold my ancestral land *to create funds in that trust*. She will think her father did nothing for her, *she will hate me… but that’s fine*. Even if through hatred, *she will study with determination*._

*_If she knew it was my sacrifice, she would feel burdened and never fly high*.”The ground beneath Isha seemed to collapse._

*_The “scholarship”* she was proud of was actually *her father’s blood and sweat*? *The father* she had called coward and stingy, *had sold his own old age to buy her future*?_

_She continued reading. The last page was dated two days before his death. “Isha, today the doctors said *I have few days left*. You have become very big now. *Whenever I see your picture on TV, my chest swells with pride*._

_My child, *your anger may not have gone yet*, but let me tell you something… I pretended not to help you because *I didn’t want you* to be a girl who *lived off her father’s money*. *I wanted you to be a woman who stood on her own strength*._

*_You won, my child. I lost, but I lost happily*. Only one regret… Before dying, I wanted *to see you once, with my eyes full*.”_

“*_Your ‘stingy’ father.*” Isha hugged the diary to her chest. *She collapsed* to the floor, crying uncontrollably._

“*_Baba… Baba please get up… I’m sorry… I was wrong*…” Her cries echoed in the empty house. She had Millions now, she could buy any luxury in the world._

_But the one gift—*the sight of the man who burned himself to give her light* —she could never buy again. Outside, *Deshpande Uncle* wiped his tears. He *knew that for the last 15 years, Sadashivrao had survived on nothing but chutney and bhakri*, so he could secretly send money to Isha in America whenever she needed it*._

_Now Isha understood… *A father is never poor*. The Children simply lack the ability to measure his wealth. Behind a Father's “*no”,* there is often a *sacrifice the Children fail to perceive*._

*_Value them while they are here — because once they’re gone, nothing remains except regret*._

_If this story gets connected to you, it is mere coincidence. But it is a story of every household in India_

The Saurabh Effect

Saurabhji sends out positive vibrations of happiness and wellness every morning worldwide. He sets the ball rolling.

We receive it with joy,gratitude and honesty .

This impacts our recovery with building habits and being consistent in them .We notice small changes for the better becoming bigger and bigger conquering aches,pains and stiffness. This sparks the self love in us.

I call this “The Saurabh Effect’

17 May 2024 A daughters post on her father's s first death anniversary in full

"Acchakuttan loved Facebook - the fact that we could all be so connected in a world that seemed to only grow farther and farther apart despite the luxuries of internet.

 I remember when he was in Kuwait (pre-internet days), we had a select day of the month where we would all hang out around the landline, expecting his call. I can see why he was thrilled by the likes of Facebook and Whatsapp, us kids have no regard for these - we have it too easy. 

He would eagerly wait to read all the lovely messages he would receive on his birthday or wedding anniversary or father's day. 

He loved crafting messages for those he loved just as much as he loved receiving them. He took time to make a comment, to leave a post - packing as much love and thought one possibly could.

There are very few people who did not have the fortune of receiving accha's wonderfully curated good morning and good night messages - each of which he picked with care.

 One time I told him about Whatsapp's broadcast list feature, where you can send one message to everyone in one shot - but the idea didn't sit well with him. "Mole, I enjoy thinking about my friends and family and sending them things that they would like. I cant send everyone the same thing. Angane pattoola".

 He would spend atleast 45 minutes each in the morning and evening doing this everyday. 

Sweet Acchakuttan :)

So his friends knew something was up the day his messages stopped coming.

I thought long and hard about making this post, I wasn't sure if I wanted to be so vulnerable - so publicly. There is so much I miss about Accha, how can I say one thing but leave out so so much.  

What disservice I would do to him to hold back, especially on his anniversary - he who loved to celebrate and be celebrated, who loved to remember and be remembered. 

Our hearts stay broken into a million pieces since his passing same time last year on 17th May 2023. I cannot believe it has been a year. But, in true Omanakuttan fashion and style, he continues to shine his glorious light into our lives, like Paru says, beaming through our hearts like a kaleidoscope.  

Kettipidichu ummmaaa Acchakutta thoppikara. We love you, miss you, celebrate you everyday. 

Omanakuttan Pezhuvelil Narayanan"

A Warm Response

This is about a son's response to a birthday post to his father by an old time colleague.

The son wants to make  his father's seventy fifth birthday  a memorable one and goes out of his way to do the best he can.The little boy in him is earnest and genuine in his approach though by looks he is a sturdy young man. 

So  The Universe conspires to make it happen .

Strange we have kids of all generations but the underlying thread through all of them still is filial love whether young or old.

This bond is precious  making it a beautiful world. I also got to see the pure love of a father towards his son.

The excerpt goes like this in full.

""Good Morning Lakshmi Aunty,

1. Really sweet of you to find my number and text me. No one in this world would care to do that. However you took that extra effort. Highly appreciate that Aunty.

2. Speaking of extra effort, it speaks volume of your effort to ponder and draft a message which dictates those memorable times you all had together during initial times. Gratitudes to you to care for making an elaborate note on Achan’s special day. It means a lot to all of us.

3. ⁠Also thanks for sharing those small gifts Achan received in the WhatsApp group. Everyone’s small messages aint small as it seems. It refers to the affection each of you care for one another regardless of how afar you all are. This should go on and all effort should be taken to keep this ball rolling. 

4. ⁠Today after seeing your message aunty, I can proudly say that I achieved what I wanted for Achan’s 75th birthday. I didn’t expect it to go this big as all efforts were remotely done. Thanks to everyone out there for making it happen for us.

Regards

Atul ""

Wonderful it is.Full of gratitude for getting an opportunity like this.

A Platinum Post

Dear Sudha,

So you turned Platinum,sometimes called golden Jubilee also. Very nice.

Many happy returns of the day 18th November 25.

What a pleasant feeling that about forty years ago we had a common workplace.I had just joined on promotion may be sometime in 1986.All in our youth enjoying the the little joys and smiles in the office called home.A home far away from home.

This was at Calicut,you,Ravindran,Anbalagan,Devan,VijayKrishnan,MuraliRaja,Geetha,Kochu Murali,Venu,Jamaal,Sivadas,Surendran,Ashokan,C Viswanathan ,Subramani and Vasantha.

You used to commute daily by train and for emergencies you had  a room on rent.Since you had come from the financial capital of India, Bombay,we all had big respect for you because you have seen more of the world and more well versed in legal matters and your quite nature complimented it.

You spoke less and maintained a face without much expression. 

You were of a soft nature, calm,reserved, soft voice but well versed in your craft.

You and Anbu were almost equal in  height,thin built and I remember I used to think of you both as Ram and Lakshman.

Sometimes at the level crossing waiting to cross on my way home in my Bajaj priya many a time I would see you standing near the compartment door as the bogies used to be jam packed.

Sometimes when I felt you could see me, I used to wave vigorously with happiness much to the amusement of people in their vehicles around me.I used to say he works in my office and travels by train.

I understood the travails of train travel when I too commuted once. Hats off to you.

 I know you had a passion of old hindi songs.your taste was impeccable.You had got some cassettes recorded while at Bombay.I had the privilege of hearing them and even made a copy of the same.But later,with constant playing it started dragging.I am not able to remember the songs perhaps senility has set in.But anyone would love it.

You were well respected,a gentleman and popular among our Vysya and later Ing and later Kotak Community.

 I adore you as a person,a friend,a colleague and like Anbu said the same set of us should work together once again.

The camaraderie,the simple things kept us all bound together for eternity.

Though we all had deep pressing problems of our own we all cared for each other in our own simple unique ways.It is this that is bringing back the fond memories of those days in our lives today.

Thankyou for enabling me to look upto you for calmness and patience.🙏

4th May 25 A birthday conversation

G:

Happy Birthday my Ammachikutty ❤️ what a wonderful world you have made and what a wonderful world it is because of you in it. I love you very much ummmaaaaaaaaaaaaaa 

Thank you for giving me life, thank you for all the life that you breathe and breathe into everyone who you cross paths with. 

Happy happpy happy birthday Ammachi 😘

Me:

Dear Gowri

I never imagined a durbar in my house.Eshwar and you completed my day along with others. A day to cherish.No doubt I have you both complementing my days.words cannot express what I feel.

Always there for you both.❤️

G:Ummmmaaaa, so happy that you are happy :) we loveeee you and want to see you like this everyday.

Ummmmma

Ammachiii

Friends have wished you on my Instagram post also :) see when you have time

Me:Thanks to all of them but I am not able to see.

G:

https://www.instagram.com/p/DJPXehqyRT0dlYL53ShyCYb1Yqy2H-kKwpbEhY0/?igsh=MThpdWhpbGpnNXlrMA==

See comments section :)

My love for Jeeps

When I was young I used to love watching different types of cars and if I got a chance would hitchhike in one.

However, I was fascinated by jeeps because it could go on any terrain and needed guts and grit to drive it and nice brawny arms.

I used to dream of owning a jeep when I grew up and taking  part in motor rallies.I felt jeeps were mostly costlier than cars then.

One of my father's brother lived in a terrain where jeep or Nataraj service was the only means of transport .I used to enjoy the jampacked ride with no proper roads,  over rocks and pebbles because of the frequent landslides.The sweat of fellow travellers was nauseating,so also the smell of  different varieties of merchandise overloaded. With each turn or bump we rubbed into each other.No complaints at all because there was no choice or an alternate option other than walk up the winding steep hill.

Ofcourse I grew up but didn't own my dream Jeep.I used to love watching The Great Himalayan Rally,car races etc

Even today I like watching ATV or whatever it is called making its way through tough roads or no roads and coming out covered in mud and silt after navigating precariously.

I used to admire the man at the wheels and his codriver guiding.I had read it takes weeks of preparation of charting and planning before taking the plunge.

Today when my husband's nephew posts pictures of his traversing through tough narrow nosedives and coming out successfully I feel happy.

I am sucked into my dream state driving and navigating the steering with great precision with my steely hands ,breaking and accelerating with complete control by having my mind and body in tandem.

I wake up and grin because I was not at the wheels.All the same I enjoyed my ride.Dream is the luxury of going everywhere without moving and inch.

A Thank You Note To Me

  “A thank you note to me”something I had never imagined until Saurabhji told us to do it as a little homework.

Now who is Saurabhji,a guru ,a mentor and yoga practitioner, founder of Habuild Yoga. A dashing and captivating youngster who is transforming lives of a million and more especially the elderly women.He can see through you with piercing eyes, sitting miles away from us.His voice is mesmerizing and captivating .Everyone's moves are in unison in his yoga session whether you follow simple version or difficult versions as per his instructions . He is asking us to look into ourselves and find out who we are as a person, to love ourselves first ,thank ourselves and see the visible changes in our outlook.

I had overlooked myself all along but now I pat myself gently and confidently.I am simple ,honest ,caring & full of love,am giving,can write,can uplift people,am a seamstress,can sing ,can paint ,can cook,can make simple healthy nutritious food and make ends meet in my little budget.

I love talking to people and maintaining  good relationships and above all a spiritual person with abundance of gratitude. I am an upright, trustworthy person with no mal-intentions at all,very patient and have a gimmick for doing things fast.I read and scroll also a lot from where I learn a lot of new things which has helped me to cope with  life.

I am dependable and happy with the little things in life.I am not overambitious nor in competence with anyone.I have believed always each according to his ability and according to his or her need.Always accepting people as they are .I was never concerned about what another has as I knew my limitations and worked happily around it.I love  the dresses I had made with a lot of love and creativity and today feel very happy about it. I realized today I was always calm in times of many a crises .

Oh my God! the list is growing and getting bigger and bigger.First time I am writing down a thankyou note to myself for all these qualities.I thought these were all normal and I was a misfit.I did them all without being aware of my abilities and took it for granted.I know there are many like me.

Today I look at  myself with the same eyes but with a  new perspective.When I look back I feel I was a wonderful person and continue to be and thank myself .Now I know why people love me.

When Bow bow had said her front teeth may be a little outside as if smiling always but  the genuine smile from her heart has a special touch.I had dismissed it at that  point of time because I did not know how to respond I just blushed.

This is rather lengthy thankyou note perhaps the first one in 70 years.

My little thank you note to me has brought me down on my knees looking above and thanking  for all the blessings showered.

I thank myself very much as I sit and fly like the wind and dance like the breeze in my mind and send out a small whisper thanking Saurabh Sir for enabling me to rediscover myself.

A Habuilder’s Habit building diaries - 5

First, thanks to Saurabhji and Habuild team,

Gratefulness to the core.

Agar Saurabhji nahi hothae tho yeh sab NAHI hotha.

Thanks to self and countless others ,

Trisha,Amma, Anshul, Chottu, you all are never forgotten.

Attitude changed, humility took over,

All in a short span of less than an hour each day.

All this, from the comfort of your home ,

With the choice of timings, 

As per convenience ,any one or more.

Tracking your daily progress, 

With a message at your fingertips ,

With answers for your queries,

 By the support team in minutes.

Where else can you get  so much ?

Other than at  Habuild Yoga,

The worlds largest online yoga platform.

A pleasure to be called a Habuilder.

Building and bridging  communities. 

The trend of many healthy mothers, who are, 

Now relieved of pain, ready to bloom once again ,

To spread  health, habit and consistency.

The blessings of these mothers,

Are showered on Saurabhji each day. 

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Plunged headlong in,

Well designed, informative useful workshops ,

at no extra cost for yearly subscription.

A holistic approach to your well being.

Started to think,

We belong to the older bracket,

knowing a lot of things but forgotten about it,

In the daily hustle bustle of life.

It was all about discovering life once again. 

The aches and pains was on account of rust settled in,

Making movements next to impossible,

The accumulated stress over the years,

No oiling or greasing done in a long time,

Stubborn fat accumulated for years, 

Since exercise was never a part of our regime,

Cooking,cleaning, feeding the family, 

Was the only chore which ruled our lives.

We never had me time ,

So awareness was limited,

I comes last in the family of WE,

Adjustments and sacrifices,

Were a part of life to be together.

Constraints was there in every walk of life,

Times  changed,hospital expenses skyrocketed,

We battled them all with grace,

Anger was vented as we were also human,

But don't ever think we were losers.

Agar hum na hothe Kuch aur hotha,

Pur hamari thara jeenae ka mazaa kabhi nahi hotha.

All said and done,

It is never too late to be youthful again,

It is about time we changed whether old or young.

Inculcating new plans and habits,

To pick our lives once again from where we let go.

Whoever would have thought of a youngster

coming as a messiah to spread hope and love,

to the elderly plagued by aches and pains.

Guess what! Kya hua?

Without your knowledge,

Habit building done, 

Consistency conquered,

Hospital trips reduced,

Medicine intake reduced,

Health improved,

Glowing increased,

Pains decreased or vanished,

Number of healthy mother's increased

Tenfold increase in the power of gratitude. 

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Now you got hooked,

This was a solution

 to your fears, health problems,

Anxiety and stress.

The initial hitchkhichahat just vanished.

First few days 

hand was not stretching,

Feet felt heavy,

Knees were not bending,

Back was stiff,

Can't get up or sit down,

Did  fewer repetitions .

Should I continue?

There was an Easy version,Difficult version,

Tailored to our preference.

I thought “Let me try for some more days”.

Smiles made the pains sweet, 

Pains vanished within a week, 

Eagerness to join continued ,

The Saurabh Effect sprinkled its magic,

Another two weeks, 

looked healthier and happier.

Now comes the choice to join, 

the paid subscription or call it a day.

People around noticed the change ,

complements kept coming.

Belief and faith took over.

Now comes the twist.

Along with exercise and asanas,

knowledge about health also increased. 

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Habit building is an initiative of

HABUILD YOGA ,

Being consistent is the key,and

Building strong foundations at the core.

Move a little, Bend a little,

Shake a little, Stretch a little, 

Pull a little,Push a little ,

This little ,motion of the body 

Sets rolling  smooth movements .

The free session of 14/21 days 

allows you to test the waters,

to choose the timings .

Daily 6 sessions 

Miss one take another, no restrictions. 

Day 1,2,3,4….something is happening,   

start to feel good,

start becoming aware of yourself,

 a different face stares back  from  the mirror,

Yeah a better version of yourself .

Now,You think of continuing it,

Not because someone said so,

But, because you felt ,

it was doing good ,

after your trying it out.

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Habuild Yoga was doing the rounds ,in my mind for quite some time.

I was in a rehabilitating mode March 2023 to June 2025

after a surgery done fifteen months ago

Am I in a position to join

How to join,what will people say ,

Where will I do it,When will I do it,

Will I be able to take out some time  for myself,

Will it come in the way of my family's time.

I was battling between pains, confusions ,stress,

Stiffness ,family ,so on so forth.

Started to  hear and read testimonials of people, 

From friends,wellwishers, 

Aaajubhaju logoan sae.

The seed of curiosity sprouted

No harm in trying  

After all, a free 14/21 day challenge,

Kissi koh kuch nuksan nahi.

For the first time in so many years

you started to think about yourself

called my little sis as she was already a Habuilder

asking for directions to enroll.

August 3rd 2025

It started on a fun-filled day.Gowri and me were heading to Rangashankara for a tamil play Kindhan Charitam @11am.

It was really entertaining  running to housefull shows at Chennai and Pondy.Had always missed watching it. The acting skills of the cast is beyond description. We didn't know how one hour went by.The old tamil songs,MGR was all nostalgic .Managed to understand the well knitted stories one after the other though I am not well versed in Tamil.

We had set out to watch two different plays on this beautiful Sunday ,one in the morning and the other late afternoon.

After a kulki chiri  happy watching Kindam Charitam we rambled into the cafeteria for some Sabudana wada  exchanging plesantaries with the actors and few other known faces.

Since we had some time in our hands took an auto to the Indian Music Experience Museum.it was a well spent one hour.Listening to different sounds of instruments and knowing about the different kinds of instruments.

Experimenting by mixing matching sounds of instrument of our choice.

Learning about different kinds of music and experiencing it by plugging in the headphones.I loved the dhol,on hearing it I go bindaas. Listening to the Dhol is very energizing for me automatically body moves.

I thought my scale was A but it ended being B after testing.

Then loitered around for some more time before leaving to watch the next show at Rangashankara.

The next show was Under the Mangosteen tree.This also ran to full house at Pondy and Chennai and in Bangalore also.

The well stitched stories of Vaikom Muhammad Basheer was beautifully potrayed by the actors to a standing ovation. We had a 10 minute break in between.

Pathummas Aadu was hilarious. The enchanting lovestory of a male and female prisoner on either side of the prison walls was well potrayed as Mathilugal. Love knows no

place and time .

The potrayal of anxiousness to eat "Poovanpazham"which was out of season was equally amazing during the heavy downpour with the river in spate.

The ghost of Bhargavi in the well,with mixed conversations was nicely depicted as Bhargavi Nilayam.

There was a really captivating dance performance which was very  noteworthy.The pickpockets were also hilarious.

The old hindi songs playing from the old gramaphone made me nostalgic and added a lot to the authenticity. 

Met Late Basheers son and twin grandchildren also.A living legend experience.

After exchanging plesantaries we headed back home with a musical nite in the car.

Got off at my little sisters place to wish her a happy birthday with my gift left at home.

A day well spent with sibling, offsprings and countless others slowly transitioning into sleep mode.