Later in life, during my younger days in college, I had such a zest for life. I was an all-India level athlete and I completed degrees in entomology, as well as a master’s degree in entomology and agricultural science.

I gained extensive experience by working in multiple multinational companies, starting from a junior-level position and rising through the ranks and I got married before moving to New Zealand in 2001, filled with hope and determination.

As new immigrants in a new country, our young family had to face the difficulty of finding work and adapting to new cultural norms while still maintaining our own cultural identity.

I worked hard starting from a junior-level position once again in the new land and quickly gained momentum to be successful in the health and food safety industry. However things began showing signs of warning in the household. Family members became increasingly unhappy with my meditative practice. I became unhappy, taken for granted, and condemned for my chosen path.

I had lost my will to live and felt powerless to change. Now, in my non-vegetarian life, enjoying my daily drink and listening to rap music, I couldn’t even walk a few steps without losing my breath.