SAAMAKSHI MEDIUM

You can contribute only when your cup is full. Others cannot fill it for you. And you cannot overflow if you are already running on empty. We grow up believing the opposite. That giving more will somehow make us whole. That love, work, purpose, or even another person will pour into us what we are missing. Slowly, without realising it, we outsource our fullness. We wait for someone to show up differently, for life to be kinder, for things to finally make sense. Until then, we keep giving from whatever is left. But an empty cup does not overflow. It only leaks. True contribution does not come from effort. It comes from abundance. When you are full, giving is not a sacrifice. It is a natural movement, like breath leaving the body. When you are empty, every act of giving costs you something. You begin to resent what once felt meaningful. You feel tired even when you are doing what you love. You start asking for returns, for recognition, for reassurance, because deep down you are borrowing ...

For so long, all the counsel, all the systems, and all the psychology, the endless well of self-help has sung the same seductive song: The answer is inside you. You must become the archaeologist of your own pain. Dig deep. Find the old wound. Fix it. Let it go. And so, obediently, every time you felt that familiar ache of rejection, that heavy blanket of sadness, or that sharp sting of being totally down, you dedicated yourself to the task. You sat down with a notebook, meticulously looking through old memories, mapping every trauma, every slight, every fear, always in search of the one thing: what you were doing wrong. But I am here, standing firmly at the water’s edge, to tell you, with the force of a fundamental truth: Stop the digging. Stop the analyzing. You are not the problem. I have come to completely disagree with the models that demand this intense, intellectual picking apart of the self. Here is the quiet realization I’ve received: The more you try to learn, t...

I have a money plant. It sits by my window quietly, observing, taking in life around.  Every morning, I greet it like an old friend. I touch its leaves, caress its shoots. It was doing well, and being cared for but, One day, a single leaf began to dry halfway. It wasn’t fully gone, just weary. I whispered to it, prayed for it, sent it little waves of healing energy. For a day or two, it responded. It lifted its head again, and I thought, 'She’s coming back.' But by the third day, she drooped lower than before. Beside her, two new shoots were growing, tender, green, full of will. Yet my eyes stayed fixed on the fading one. I kept pouring love into her, as if my care could reverse her destiny. And then I realised. This leaf did not want to live. It wasn’t neglect. It wasn’t a lack of love. It was simply time. Perhaps her journey with the plant had ended. And all my effort, all my prayers, all my need to heal were trying to rewrite a path that was never mine to change. When she fi...

Luck. We talk about it like it’s a lottery ticket. Like some people are born with it, and the rest of us are left watching them win while we’re stuck in traffic, spilling chai on our white shirt. But here’s a wild idea: Maybe being lucky has nothing to do with the situation at all. Maybe it has  everything  to do with how you look at it. Because when life throws something unexpected your way, you always have two choices: You can say “Oh no.” Or you can say “Thank God.” That tiny moment is the real turning point. That’s where luck begins. Not in what happens, but in what you  believe about what happens. Let me explain. Ever missed a flight and later found out there was a delay that would’ve ruined your next connection anyway? Ever gotten rejected from a job, only to stumble into something better a few weeks later? That moment when you say,  “Wow, that actually worked out for me” that’s not random. That’s grace. That’s a hint from life that you’re being guided, even wh...

There’s something quietly breaking inside many of us. We love, we try, we give. But something still feels off. Our relationships feel heavy. Effortful. We find ourselves misunderstanding, pulling away, or just… going through the motions. Why? Because somewhere along the way, we stopped honouring our  core,  our dharma. We forgot who we are at the deepest level, and began living from roles, patterns, expectations, and wounds. And when we forget who we are, how can we truly meet another? Shiva and Shakti are not just deities. They are energies. Archetypes. Reflections of  you  and  me . The masculine and feminine forces that exist in all things. In every one of us. Shiva is consciousness. Intention. The stillness. The structure. Shakti is energy. Emotion. Creation. The movement. The flow. One without the other is incomplete. Let’s make it simple. To create a child, you need both: Shiva’s seed and Shakti’s womb. One without the other cannot create life. But this ap...

  The Mind Thinks It Knows. The Soul Just Is. We live most of our lives thinking we are choosing. That we are behaving, deciding, reacting out of fresh free will. But beneath the surface, something quieter is at work — something older. The subconscious, which has watched every move, every disappointment, every praise, every survival tactic. It’s built a map. A blueprint. A formula it believes keeps you safe. And it runs the show. You believe you're making new choices, but more often, you're repeating the same ones — just dressed in different names. Different jobs. Different people. Different clothes, same pattern. You want to feel free, but your steps are already rehearsed. You’ve walked them so many times that they now feel like home. But are they? What we call safety is often just predictability. We’ve convinced ourselves that familiar discomfort is better than unknown possibility. We follow routines, replay conversations, assume outcomes — not because they serve us, but beca...

What if you didn’t take that course just to earn more… but to understand more? What if you said yes to that project not for the bonus, but because it challenged you, made you more patient, helped someone? What if your effort wasn’t measured in rewards but in intent? The way we look at work has become so transactional. We do something, and immediately think: what’s the return? Will this pay off? Will I get noticed? And slowly, without even realizing, we start treating every step as a calculation. Every new skill, every new task, every hour spent… it all starts circling around one goal : earn more, stay ahead, take on more than you can handle. But there’s a catch no one talks about. The more you grow, the more guilty you feel for stopping. You tell yourself to rest, but rest feels like falling behind. You want to slow down, but there’s always that voice whispering you haven’t done enough. Even success becomes heavy. Because now that you’ve “made it,” you have to maintain it. This cycle w...

We love the idea of the “gut feeling” That silent whisper of intuition That sacred signal from within that tells us which road to take What if it’s simply data = memories, patterns, conditioning, wrapped in the illusion of instinct. There is only this. The present choice You become deliberate, not reactive You learn to wait. To observe. To choose We don’t need certainty. We need presence Not the flutter in your stomach But the calm in your choosing. Think of a recent decision you said was based on a “gut feeling.” Ask: What did I already know that may have shaped that feeling? Was I responding, or just recognizing? But pause for a moment What if that gut feeling isn’t divine guidance It feels sacred because it arrives without explanation. But not everything inexplicable is mystical. Often, it’s just processed information our conscious mind hasn’t yet caught up with. Every feeling you call “gut” is stitched together from a million impressions you’ve gathered. Childhood pat...

What would you do if you were no longer afraid? If your bank account were full, your family cared for, your future sealed in the soft certainty of enough, what then? Would you still run? Would you wake with the same urgency? Would you check your phone within seconds, race through breakfast, and offer your peace as payment for ambition? Or would you pause? Would you remember what light feels like on your skin? Would you sit beside a window, or pick up something you left behind years ago : an old paintbrush, a poem, a dream? They say, “Do what you love.” But love is not loud. It doesn’t compete for attention. It lives in quiet corners and asks only for your presence. The problem is not that people don’t want to live meaningfully, it’s that they’re tired. Tired from running in circles that promise everything and give back so little of what matters. You hear it often: “If I had enough money, I’d do nothing.” But what they mean is:  I want to stop surviving. They long not for stillness,...

We live in a time that rewards output but forgets to value balance. We applaud hustle, not harmony. And somewhere along the way, many of us forgot how to take care of the whole human we are. We measure success by how much we produce, not how we feel. We glorify the sleepless nights, the packed calendars, the constant motion,  proof that we’re “doing something.” But in all that doing, we often stop being. Being rested. Being present. Being at peace with ourselves. We’re taught that burnout is a badge. That pushing through discomfort is noble. That if you’re not constantly achieving, you’re somehow falling behind. But no one tells us what we’re actually chasing. Or what happens when we finally “make it” and still feel empty. What about the parts of us that don’t show up on performance reviews? The tenderness in our relationships. The calm in our breath. The joy of spending a day not optimizing for anything. These are markers of a life that’s working. But we’ve learned to ignore them,...

There comes a moment, often subtle, often inconvenient, when you’re staring at an organisational chart, a power matrix, a hierarchy carved in lines and titles, and something shifts. You realise: Everyone wants respect. But not the kind that once came with titles or seating order or income brackets. Not the kind that stood on a podium and looked down. Not anymore. The hunger now is for something more elusive: A respect that feels like reverence. A presence that isn’t bought but felt. Not fear cloaked as obedience, But something softer, something kinder. And so, the question arises: Do we want respect, or do we crave control? Are we commanding reverence, or are we demanding submission? Too often, what we label as leadership is a theatre of dominance, Where voices are lowered to assert, not to listen. Where tone becomes a weapon. Where we build walls instead of bridges Because we’ve confused power with being feared. But what if we flipped the script? What if power lived in how gently we c...

We are taught early to seek fairness, as if the world runs on equal measure. Do good, and good will return. Offer kindness, and it will be returned in kind. We chase this invisible symmetry like a rhythm we’re meant to dance in, and when the beat slips, when something feels off, we call it unfair. We blame the world, or power, or systems. But sometimes the imbalance isn’t out there. It’s in what we hold back. We think fairness lives in rules, in being right, in keeping peace. But much of what we call peace is just unspoken tension. Quiet avoidance. We soften our words to be palatable. We laugh when something stings. We lower our voice when it should rise. Not because we don’t see the wrong, but because we fear what happens if we name it. We hold ourselves back. Not for their sake, but because deep down, we don’t yet trust that our truth will be met with love. When we do not trust ourselves, we look at others through that same lens. Every silence feels loaded. Every misstep, betrayal. W...

We’ve all been there. You sit down, close your eyes, and try to meditate. But the mind doesn’t listen. The list of things to do is louder than the silence you’re seeking. And slowly, guilt creeps in. You’ve heard the saints, the books, the teachers: “Meditate every morning, sit in stillness, find your center.” You want to. Truly, you do. But life isn’t always a quiet room with crossed legs. So what then? Does that mean you’ve failed at being spiritual? Let’s pause here. Isn’t the whole point of meditation to help us live better now? Not in some distant, enlightened future. Not in a Himalayan cave. But here, amid the deadlines, the mess, the unwashed dishes, the 8:15 train. Why do we imagine that inner peace must arrive through perfect routines? Why do we treat it like a destination rather than something that walks beside us every moment, waiting for us to notice? There’s an old story. Maybe you’ve heard it before. A priest, a learned Brahmin, spent his entire life in devotion. Not a si...

Let’s be honest—whenever we do something, there’s almost always an expectation attached. Even when we do something nice, somewhere in the back of our minds, we’re thinking, ‘How does this benefit me?’ Maybe it’s wanting better attention from a partner, more love, a little extra appreciation. Or at work, it could be a better position, a raise, or just wanting to be seen. Everything becomes a transaction, a silent tally of effort versus reward. But what if the whole point wasn’t about getting something back? What if the act itself was the purpose, and the outcome was already taken care of? That sounds absurd, right? Like, what’s the point of working hard if you don’t know what you’re getting? But that’s exactly the paradox. The less you obsess over the result, the more things flow in ways you never imagined. There’s an old story in the Vedas about a conversation between Krishna and Arjuna. Arjuna was stuck—afraid to take action because he didn’t want to face the consequences. He was tang...