A Journey Back to Myself -Year 2025

Beneath the noise, a whisper calls,, Through fleeting smiles and shadowed halls.

To love, to care, to simply be, A journey back to the heart of me.

Happy New Year 2025 !

It's been almost two weeks since we entered the New Year, 2025. Since attending the New Year celebrations, something has been weighing on my mind. As the clock neared midnight, the celebrations erupted in a flurry of noise, music, food, wine, dance, glances, colours, smiles, and fashion—blending the old with the new. The air was electric with energy. New Year 2025 arrived with a bang, unlike any before. The night was alive with people, loudness, hugs, greetings, and endless exchanges of "hi's" and "hello's." Yet, amid the cheer and clamour, I found myself pausing. A strange sense of shallowness crept in, compelling me to reflect. The festivities, though vibrant, felt like a facade—a thin veil masking something deeper.?

There was something almost unreal about it all. I began to notice the nuances —the smiles a little too wide, the laughter a touch too loud, the conversations that never seemed to reach the depths…It felt rehearsed, connections fleeting…It was as though everyone was navigating a stage, playing characters in a script they'd barely written themselves. This realization pulled me inward. Beneath the noise, I found a quiet stillness, a yearning for something more authentic, more real. As the night stretched on, I observed further. Many were not who they seemed to be—no longer what they used to be or what they appeared to be. It felt as though I was witnessing different pages of life, a spectrum of people living in their own realities—some real, some unreal—yet all mixed together, navigating this masked life.?

I paused, deeply aware of this dissonance. Amidst all the glitter and festivities, there was a quiet whisper inside me—a yearning to rediscover something real, something pure. As I reflected, I too realized that in the rush of life, I had perhaps lost touch with the truest version of myself. Probably the New Year was a reminder—a call to uncover the layers, to seek what lies beyond the surface.?

Weighed down by the thought and observation, as dawn broke today, I decided to drive down to my favourite Dhaba, a place where time seemed to slow down. With a steaming cup of "garam chai" in hand, I found myself reflecting on the journey ahead, the uncharted path that lay before me. The New Year was not just a reset on a calendar; it was an invitation to reconnect—not just with others, but with myself. Somewhere, in my pursuit of success and achievement, I had drifted away from who I truly was.?

This year, I had decided not to make any resolutions based on what society expected of me. I yearned to reconnect—to embrace the parts of myself I had silenced in the name of progress, to forgive the mistakes of the past, and to rediscover the joy of simply being. I had come to realize that life is not about meeting other people's definitions of success or happiness. It’s about pausing to breathe, to reflect, and to embrace the beauty of the in-between moments—those that often go unnoticed but hold profound meaning.

?I cared for many , I love a few, and I continued to care unconditionally for rare few—believing that care is the bridge to everything I held dear. I thought it would bring me closer to one I loved and to one I was yearning to love. But in the process, I failed to see how far I had drifted—away from the real me, and even from those I cared for so deeply. They found their own nests of joy and happiness, building their worlds as I remained in mine, convinced I was doing what was right. I never realized how silently, almost imperceptibly, we had grown apart. And in my unwavering focus on giving, on caring, I missed the moments when they needed me to simply be present—not as a caregiver, but as me.?

Now, as I look back, there is an ache in the realization. It wasn’t that the love was lost; it was that I forgot to nurture the connection, to pause and share in their laughter, their tears, their ordinary joys. I forgot to share myself. It’s not too late, though. I am learning that to truly care is to also be true to myself, to show up not just with open arms but with an open heart. Love isn’t just about giving; it’s about being. It’s about rediscovering the threads that connect us, even when we’ve wandered far. And so, I will begin again—with care, with love, and with the courage to rediscover not just the people I hold dear, but the real me who has been waiting all along.?

This journey of introspection extends to my work too. In healthcare and diagnostics, where I’ve witnessed remarkable transformations—from humble beginnings to cutting-edge innovations—there’s an exciting road ahead. We stand at the intersection of technology, compassion, and humanity. The opportunity to reshape healthcare is vast, not just for physical well-being but for the soul, to help lives thrive. But amidst all the advancements, one truth remains clear: healthcare is, at its core, a deeply human experience. Technology can enhance and elevate us, but it is the connection—the shared humanity—that sustains us. This year, I ask myself, and all of us: How do we bridge the gap between science and soul? How can we create a system where care transcends algorithms and data, and touches the hearts of every patient, every caregiver, every person who seeks healing?

In a world where everyone seems to be driven by the next trend or the latest success, it’s easy to forget the importance of simply being true to ourselves. People often focus on the external—the image they project, the way they are seen by others. . Behind every achievement, there is a person. And behind every lens of perfection lies a story waiting to be shared. In this journey, I’ve learned that it’s easy to lose ourselves in the pursuit of greatness—in chasing milestones, accolades, and recognition. And in a world that thrives on performance, the real joy lies in authenticity, in reconnecting with who we truly are.

We drift apart, sometimes unintentionally, from those we love. But the bond remains—in memories, in silent understanding, and in the hope that we can find our way back. This year, I choose to rediscover those threads, to nurture the connections that matter most, and to return to the essence of who I am. In life’s journey, the key is to rediscover what matters—what we truly are—and to return to the real us. It’s time to stop performing, stop pretending, and get back to the essence of who we are. Only then can we truly embrace the fullness of life and make it our own.

It’s easy to get lost in the big milestones—the breakthroughs, the achievements, the accolades—but this year, as I begin again—with care, with love, and with a renewed commitment to live authentically, I want to honour the small moments. The laughter shared in a waiting room, the warmth of a meal enjoyed together, making tea for one you care, the quiet comfort of simply being present for someone and beyond. These moments remind me that at the heart of healthcare, at the heart of life, it’s not just about survival. It’s about living fully—with dignity, kindness, and joy.

As I drove down back home, the music was on and what a song..!!

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May this year be one of rediscovery—for myself, for my relationships, and for the shared humanity that binds us all. Let us find strength in simplicity, joy in connection, and hope in every sunrise. Together, let’s shape a future that is compassionate and radiant, true to who we are and who we aspire to be. The future is ours to shape. And so, as I step into this new chapter, I carry with me a quiet resolve—to love deeper, care truer, and embrace the unvarnished authenticity that defines who I am. Life’s real beauty lies not in the noise but in the quiet moments of connection, not in what we achieve but in how we show up, fully present and whole. This year, I choose to journey back to myself—not to find perfection, but to rediscover the grace in being imperfectly real.

As I drove down back home, the music was on and what a song..!!

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May this year be one of rediscovery—for myself, for my relationships, and for the shared humanity that binds us all. Let us find strength in simplicity, joy in connection, and hope in every sunrise. Together, let’s shape a future that is compassionate and radiant, true to who we are and who we aspire to be. The future is ours to shape.

And so, as I step into this new chapter, I carry with me a quiet resolve—to love deeper, care truer, and embrace the unvarnished authenticity that defines who I am. Life’s real beauty lies not in the noise but in the quiet moments of connection, not in what we achieve but in how we show up, fully present and whole. This year, I choose to journey back to myself—not to find perfection, but to rediscover the grace in being imperfectly real.

Have a very Happy new Year 2025 !!