Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Twenty Fourteen


Dear 2014,

You are going to be a hard year to beat! You didn't go according to plan at all, but boy did you deliver some amazing memories. Years from now, what I will remember about this year are the travels and the surprises. I got to stretch my legs and go to some incredible places and see some amazing sights. From the awesome beach sunsets of California to the rolling green hills of Scotland, I got really lucky in my travels this year. One of my fondest memories will be stopping for brunch at a little coffee house in the countryside of Scotland by Balmoral. The beauty of the surroundings, the niceness of the people - it really made me realize what a wonderful we live in (yes, I stole that line from Mr. Armstrong).  My career took a step forward and that step came with a lot more work than ever before. There were definitely days and weeks where I had bags the size of Manhattan under my eyes and my shoulders were locked in a hunched position over my laptop. Still, I kept slugging through the work. I went through a disappointing few weeks when I realized my plans for going to graduate school abroad are not going to happen this year. My friends and family got me through that. My friends still held me up through thick and thin like they have always done. My personal life surprised me. I reconnected with people from the past and I met someone new who became a big part of my life. I let go of some friendships, made some new ones, and I met my new best friend. 

All in all, somethings didn't change at all this year and somethings did a complete 180. It's been an incredible year. I can honestly say that I am much happier on December 31st, 2014 than I was on January 1st, 2014. The biggest lesson I learned this year? Let go of your plans and let life surprise you once in a while. 

Goodbye, 2014! I am sad to see you go, but I am excited for 2015 to come in.

Lots of love,
M.K.

March: San Diego, California

May: Seattle, Washingtom
July: Lake Tahoe, California
August: Santa Cruz, California
September: London, UK
September: Edinburgh, Scotland
September: Balmoral, Scotland  

September: Cliffs of Moher, Ireland

October: Kauai, Hawaii
Home: San Francisco, California

Monday, December 22, 2014

Hello, I love you

Dress: Free People; Bracelet: J. Crew; Necklace: F21
Well, hello again. I don't even have any excuses for being a quiet mouse the last few weeks. Let's see - lots of storms kept me away. Work, travel, personal tasks, weather made for some very busy weeks. The crazy weather also meant I dressed pretty much in a uniform of rainboots, leggings, sweatshirts and scarves. Any free time I had was spent snuggling underneath blankets, watching movies, and just hibernating. Now that the rain has died down now and work is swiveling to an end, I am peaking out of my cave and embracing the holiday season.

I love this time of the year. Yes, it's commercialized and malls are crazy and people tend to behave like idiots on the road with all the crazy traffic. Yes, those part suck for me too but, that is such a tiny part of the holidays. I love seeing the city lit up. I love seeing people get dressed up for holiday parties and ditch the Bay Area uniform of shorts and tees. I love the baking and decorating the house in bright and glittering lights. Most of all - I love spending time with my people. This time of the year just feels like the perfect moment to tell all your people how much you love them and how thankful you are to have them in your life. I am looking forward to a week of holiday lunches, shopping with mom, watching movies with dad, dinners with my favorite dude, and wine nights with my best girls. Food + drinks + amazing people = perfect holiday season. 

Monday, September 15, 2014

London: Day 1



We're back in my favorite city to visit! Landed in London this morning to sunny skies and summer weather. True to my serial over-packing nature, me and my 50-pound suitcase made the trek from the airport to our rental unit with a lot of stubbed toes, groaning and weight lifting. Thank god, my suitcase is sturdy or else it would have been in a million plastic pieces along the concrete cobbled roads of London. The highlight of the journey was a cute British dude asking to help carry the suitcase up two flights of stairs. Class act all the way, London-town.

Places visited: Big Ben, Parliament Square, Westminster Abbey, Picadilly Circus, Chinatown

Restaurants: Waxy O'Connors in Picadilly Circus

It was really nice to walk around every where and enjoy the true summer weather. The site of Big Ben and the beautiful architecture surrounding it never gets old. We got to experience it right as the sun was setting so it made for some beautiful colors reflects off the metals. 

Sunday, August 31, 2014

Life in Snapshots: August Week 4

49ers playing in their new home - Levi's Stadium
Celebrating my promotion with a few good friends! 
Best kale salad in the city

Celebrating Ganesh Chaturthi with my family

My happiest place on earth - beaches of Santa Cruz


Sunday, August 24, 2014

Life in Snapshots: August Week 3

A little guidance from Oprah to start the week. It's easy to forget the big dreams in light of the little ones.

A leisurely dinner at Chez Maman with this little scruff and his delightful owner

Diets are really hard, especially when fresh fig ice-cream and chocolate sauce are involved. Dessert at Hops & Hominy - worth the calories.

Is it just a coincidence or fate that Gap opened up in London the same year I was born? I am thinking destiny for sure!

Made a few new friends on an evening hike; one of the many reasons I love California

Sunday, August 17, 2014

Life in Snapshots: August Week 2

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I knew this week would be 95% work and 5% play because I had a big presentation on Friday. As expected, I worked the usual 11 - 12 hr days in preparation for it. What I didn't expect were the curveballs that would be thrown along the way. Changes are on the horizon and opportunity is knocking and it definitely looks like a lot of work, so I guess I better figure out if I am up for the challenge.

Trading in the summer sandals for fall flats

Long to-do lists call for large coffees
I dressed purely for comfort this week - soft pants and big glasses
A beautiful bridal shower for a beautiful bride at Satori Tea Company
Great new book, tea, bed; don't disturb me - I'm reading

Saturday, August 16, 2014

Saturday Morning Ramblings: The World

I’ve learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights. I’ve learned that regardless of your relationship with your parents, you’ll miss them when they’re gone from your life. I’ve learned that making a “living” is not the same thing as making a “life.” I’ve learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance. I’ve learned that you shouldn’t go through life with a catcher’s mitt on both hands; you need to be able to throw something back. I’ve learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision. I’ve learned that even when I have pains, I don’t have to be one. I’ve learned that every day you should reach out and touch someone. People love a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back. I’ve learned that I still have a lot to learn. I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.
 -Maya Angelou

Today's ramblings are not my own but they sure do reflect how I feel, so I decided to go with the words of a woman who put it better than I ever could. 

Sunday, August 10, 2014

Life in Snapshots: August Week 1

Loving BR's new look for fall. This little burgundy number will be mine!

Shaking up the weeknights by hanging with Mr. and Mrs. Carter
Jane on Larkin's cappuccino - heaven in liquid form
Some nights I have Peanut M&Ms for dinner 

Shakespeare in the Park - not the Globe Theatre, but cozy entertainment on summer nights

Saturday, August 9, 2014

Saturday Morning Ramblings: Failing

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Current Tea: Twining's Early Grey; Current Music: Landslide by Fleetwood Mac

Did you ever wonder when the moment was that the adults gave up? When was the moment when the college student who studied art history became the accountant? The girl who wanted to become VP decided she was fine with being just a manager? The moment where we looked at the risk and said, it's not worth the it and settled. We all do it in various areas of our life - friends, family, love, career. We look at our dream world and the reality of our life and decide it's better to stick to reality than go after the dreams. It's what keeps us grounded. Who wants to be the fifty year old with nothing but failed dreams? So, we take what we have and try to make the best of it. We think this is just for now; this isn't my future. See, I don't think it's in a moment that we give it all up at all.  It's actually everyday. It's waking up every morning and making the choice that will make us feel safe instead of going after the one that will push us off the cliff. 

To someone as risk averse as me, I am constantly looking for parachutes before I jump off anything. The thing is, with that kind of nature, we never jump. We just spend our lives collecting the parachutes for the inevitable fall, but we forget that it's never going to come because we won't jump. It becomes an addiction actually. Instead of getting rid of the extra parachutes and just jumping, we keep collecting. It also doesn't help when our friends are doing the same. Who wants to keep dreaming of Mr. Right when your friends are getting engaged left and right? So, you go for the guy who is nice and stable and say, this will be fine. Who wants to keep working long hours and put off having a family when everyone around you is pregnant? You say, I need to focus on my personal life and put the career on the back burner for a while. Why see the world now when you can see it when you retire and can afford to do it in a way you enjoy? That's how the adults gave up. That's how the happy middle is born. Everyday, we look at where we are and try to go just an inch further so we are caught up with the Joneses. We don't jump off the cliff. We just keep collecting parachutes and comparing the number we have with those around of us all the while never grasping that none of us will ever use it. 

Monday, August 4, 2014

Life in Snapshots: July Week 4

The last week of July was just OK. Work kicked up a notch, so my weekdays were filled with meetings and excel spreadsheets. The free time I had from the nine-to-five grind was spent working out or grabbing some food or drinks with a friend. It was what I call an even keel week. Everything was in equilibrium and I got a good amount of work and play.

Newly discovered haunts: RN74 (good happy hour and the space is enormous with lots of light)

Old stomping grounds revisited: Hobee's (this is my spot; if you have known me long enough, you have had breakfast at Hobee's with me. I have been going here since I was fifteen. It's the Central Perk of my life), Oren's Hummus, Joya (the lounge in the back isn't crowded and a great spot to sit and have a conversation), Cafe Pro Bono (my favorite Italian joint in South Bay; the owners are so fun and wonderful), Shoreline Park - the Baylands trails is my favorite spot to run in the bay area, especially during sunset time.

Needless to say, I blew my restaurant budget out of the water for the month of July. So, I guess I will balance that out in August by trying out some of those Pinterest recipes I keep pinning.


Leisurely brunch at Hobee's laughing it up with a good friend on a Sunday morning. Now you know why I have been going there for ten years. Look at that plate! The cinnamon tea is also wonderful.


The sweetest souvenir I ever received and one of the most useful too! It definitely adds some island flavor to my afternoon tea 

Two peas in a pod: catching up with one of my good friends from college

Spending Saturday indulging in my favorite activity - vacation planning!
Running away from my troubles and worries

Saturday, August 2, 2014

Saturday Morning Ramblings: London

Current tea: PG Tips; Current music: London Calling by The Clash


You know how Katy Perry feels about Friday nights? Well I have the same kind of infatuation with Saturday mornings. Instead of dancing on tables and drinking too much vodka, I dance around my room in cotton pajamas while drinking too much chai. It's the time of the week when my Only Child Syndrome is the strongest. I don't want to talk to anyone; I just want to be left alone with my thoughts, some hot tea, and some good music. Today, my mind is preoccupied with the idea of London. It's the good kind of preoccupation where you just mull through your thoughts at a slow and steady pace. So, I figured I would torture you with the twisted workings of my mind because well…that's why we have the internet. 

San Francisco is my home. London is my love-affair. I fell in love with England at the ripe old age of eight when my mom introduced me to the wonders of Enid Blyton. I devoured The Secret Seven and The Famous Five series. Whenever anyone asked me what I wanted for my birthday, the reply would be swift - a Blyton book please. When I moved from India, I packed one suitcase of clothes and one suitcase of books. My dad was wonderful in indulging my bookworm tendencies and never questioned my need to bring all my books with me across the world. My Enid Blyton books were my security blanket. So, even if I was moving so far away to a country where I knew no one and had no idea about how I would fit in, I would be OK as long as I had Julian, Anne, Dick, and George with me. To this day, when I have had a particularly horrendous week, I open up my favorite Famous Five book. Fast forward a few years and I discovered the wonders of Harry Potter. The boy wizard helped me make my first set of friends in America because even though I was the new kid in Sunnyvale Middle School with an accent and two long braids, I could still relate to those around me through my love of Harry Potter. My anglophile tendencies are completely intertwined with my identity as a bookworm, so it's no surprise that the place I wanted to visit the most when I grew up was England.

I got the chance to visit London when I was 24. It was an impromptu trip triggered by one of my best friends saying she was going. I was nervous about the trip. What if it isn't as wonderful as it was in my head? What if I have the worst experience getting around that I leave completely frustrated? There's nothing so disheartening as having a dream get shattered and London was my dream world. So, I went with by bag of doubts and excitement. I loved it. I loved the vibe of the city, the atmosphere, the people, the bustle. I remember standing in the middle of Trafalgar Square on St. Patrick's Day and thinking - "I made it. I actually made it." I wished with all my heart I could spend months in that place. Ever since I got back from that trip, I kept trying to find ways to go back. Maybe I can to graduate school there. Maybe I can go work for the London office. It still remains my dream city, my prince charming when I get disillusioned with my current life, the one place in the world I desperately want to live even for a brief moment in time. Maybe that's what it should remain. A beautiful dream of a city that I can escape to once in a while. After all, we all need a place in the world that is pure fantasy and thrill and London is that for me. The city of my dreams that I feel incredibly lucky to visit and share whenever I get the chance. 

Monday, July 28, 2014

Life in Snapshots: July Week 3

The last week for me was all about the past (ha!). I ran into some people I haven't seen in years and reconnected with some that I haven't talked to in months. It's funny how life likes to send you a reminder that the world we live in is small and that people in your past still sometimes haunt your present. Last week was also my final week of freedom before work kicks into high-gear for a month, so I enjoyed some quality down time. I also had the worst Saturday ever where Murphy's Law kicked my sorry butt. A warm Saturday morning, farmer's market at the Ferry Building, a Free Gaza protest, and a Giants game meant the city was packed to the gills and getting anywhere was a pain. I had a graduate school event I needed to get to and that cost me a nice hefty Uber ride there and a 2 mile walk back in heels and a blazer. I was never so happy to take off my shoes and take a long bath. Fortunately, the day ended well with drinks on an outdoor patio enjoying the summer nights.

Newly discovered haunts: Mission Beach Cafe (the pancakes were the best and the wait is actually worth it), Four Barrel Coffee (great, but I am still a Philz girl)

Old stomping grounds revisited: Steins (one of my favorite places in South Bay and a great place to spend a summer evening since they have lots of outdoor seating), Fig & Thistle (cozy little wine bar), Brass Tacks

Brunch at Mission Beach Cafe with a friend who made the one-and-a-half hour wait enjoyable
Italian cooking night with the roommates and and Trader Joe's


Recreating one of my mom's curry recipes

Wandering around Mission and finding some amazing printed sundresses

The sandal tan that happens every summer

Sunday, June 15, 2014

Things my dad taught me


I am uncool enough to admit that my dad is one of my best friends. He is my life coach, my go to problem solver, my career counselor, and my general compass. Throughout my life, he has taught me so many things that have since shaped into who I am now. Here some of the most important things I learned from my pop:

1) Family comes first: my dad gave up a lucrative career in order to move countries for my mom. He did it for her happiness and for the well being of our family even though it meant giving up something he worked hard for and starting over new. Jobs will come and go; careers will take lots of changes. Family should always take priority.

2) Be positive: we aren't a very religious household, but there was one book that I was required to read and it was Peale's Power of Positive Thinking. One of my dad's favorite dad-isms is "be positive, please!" There was no spiraling into woe-be-me attitude with him. He was tolerant about a lot of things but one thing he never had any patience for is negative-nancies. My Pollyanna-esque tendencies definitely come from that. Even when life kicks you in the stomach, my dad taught me to figure out to how take the hit and come out of it smiling.

3) Money shouldn't make decisions:  I never heard him say, "we can't afford that", for any request. He taught me the value of hard work but he also taught me that wealth shouldn't make the big decisions in life. Go to the college you want to go to, study the subjects you are passionate about, and love the people you want to love. Money can be earned and figured out, so that should never be the reason to do or not do something. I was also lucky enough to have parents who could provide in a fashion that made it so that money wasn't an issue. For that, I am forever thankful.

4) Be ambitious: as a woman who is well aware of the glass ceiling in the workplaces and is from a culture that discourages ambition in the female gender, this one was a big one for me. While I had distant family whose dads saw their daughters as just someone to marry off, I was fortunate enough to have a dad who never saw my gender as a disadvantage. My dad always told me that in whatever field I chose, I should be able to confidently say I am in the top 25% of my cohort. It meant if I am a teacher, I would be one of the best teachers at that school. He instilled in me an ambition and a passion to work hard in order to become the creme de la creme. Good or bad - this has become the reason I go the extra mile, why I wake up early and work late. I want to work hard for my dreams and I know my dad will always be there cheering on my every accomplishment and supporting me in every failure.

5) Brush your teeth: my dad only yelled at me once in my childhood and that was when for some reason, I decided dental hygiene was not for me. I think I was five or six at the time and HATED the idea of brushing my teeth. I would put the brush in my mouth, make a face, and then throw a tantrum about not wanting to do it. This went on for two days before he lost it and I got a good talking to. Since I had never seen him angry in my entire little life, this definitely made an impression. To this day, I can't go to sleep without brushing my teeth because I think my dad will somehow know and I would be punished. Even if he's a continent away, I make sure I brush my teeth twice a day for him.

Happy Fathers Day to all the wonderful dads and dad figures out there. 

Tuesday, June 10, 2014

Baa




Outfit:
Old Navy/Forever 21















Breakfast:
tropical smoothie 













I spent the weekend away from the city where the temperatures were actually in the nineties! It feels good to come back to my familiar cloud and fog where I can cozy up in a nice sweater. Since the weather where I live isn't tropical, I just make up for it by drinking tropical smoothies and pretending I am out on the beach instead of in the office. Here's my current favorite summer smoothie recipe:

Ingredients
- 1/2 cup frozen mango chunks (Safeway actually has some good ones)
- 1 banana sliced
- 2 strawberries sliced
- 1 cup coconut water
- 1/2 scoop whey protein powder (optional)

Just blend them all together for a perfect breakfast smoothie. I have to say that after a year of owning it, I love my Magic Bullet. It's something I use at least twice a week to whip up smoothies. 

Thursday, June 5, 2014

Map




Outfit:
Old Navy/Bear Basics

Tote:
Harrod's (similar)















Today, I decided to wear my feelings, which at the moment include my love for two very wonderful cities. I remember when I first got back from Europe, everyone's question was. "what was your favorite city?" The answer was and will always be, London. I am going to go into my hippie mode for a minute and admit that with certain places, I just feel a click. It's like meeting someone new and knowing somewhere in the back of your mind that they are a "kindred spirit." Meaning there's something about that person that sits right with you. I think cities are very similar. You go to certain places and you enjoy them but they don't give you the feeling that you belong there. Some cities, you visit and you just get the sense that there is a neat little home waiting for you to be made there. Paris and New York for me are the cities I enjoy visiting, but we never clicked. I never had that feeling of "meant to be" with them. London, I had that feeling immediately. I knew I could see myself living there and being happy there. Here's hoping for at least a little window of my life, I will able to live in and explore London.

My S.F. love is ever present. I live here, I love it here and even when it gets on my last nerves like this past work week, I still hate the thought of leaving it. How can you not love a city where you can walk everywhere? I mean your walk may involve climbing multiple sixty-degree hills, but you can do it. How to get calves of steel? Move to San Francisco and walk everywhere. That's your fitness tip of the day.