About Rupa Anand

People often told me to write. I knew, someday, I would! A bit presumptuous, you might say, but for the life of me, I never imagined the words would tumble out the way they do!
The poems are an expression of images, thoughts, ideas, emotions and events that somehow get etched upon the mind or psyche. There is no set pattern to them or a conscious going about their writing. They seem to emanate from some deep source within clamoring for attention and find their physicality via ink on paper. Once written they are rarely remembered before the next one insists on being born.
Life’s ever-changing situations and constant movement have made me aware of a deep sense of stillness and silence that underlies and runs through the cacophony and madness of day-to-day living. It is this that I hope you will catch on to.
You will forgive me my diversity of thought and topic, but it is people, places, relationships, cultures, all living creatures, nature and a profound sense of Oneness that exists within this apparent variety that occupies the space within my head.
To begin with, I must humbly acknowledge those who have helped shape the course and pattern of my life. My parents, the late Shri Hem Mahindra and Shrimati Shakuntla Mahindra, without whom I wouldn’t physically exist, of course! To them, I owe my genes and my physical attributes. To my siblings, go the inevitable joys and sorrows of growing up that must have left some impressions somewhere! Acknowledgments to my husband, Satish, for his immense patience; to my two daughters, Aradhana & Kanika, their encouragement and acceptance of my interest in philosophy and spirituality. I am indebted to their generosity in teaching me the nuances of modern technology. To my brother, Ashok, for his stoic presence in my life. To all my relatives and friends for providing the enormous backdrop of a canvas for this painting.
Thanks to all those who have taught me, and from whom I have learned, knowingly and unknowingly.
Love and gratitude to my Teacher, Swami Nikhilananda Saraswati of Chinmaya Mission Delhi, who, despite the odds, managed a pretty radical shift in my understanding and perceptions of Life, Existence and the World.
Most importantly, to the gigantic spiritual lineage of India, the Rishis and spiritual masters, I offer endless pranams. It is from them that I continue to correct the vision of myself, the world as it presents itself before me, and the larger Reality supporting it all.
The wanderings and the silence of my mind have taken me into hitherto uncharted territory, fearlessly, into which I take you along too…