Tag: mumbai

  • From Spreadsheets to Spreading Compassion

    For twenty years, my world was defined by the sharp logic of international investment banking. It was a world of spreadsheets, calculated risks, and financial acumen. Yet, amidst the rapid pace of global finance, a different kind of calculation began to weigh on me—one that couldn’t be balanced on a traditional ledger.

    Coming from a vegetarian family, the concept of Ahimsa (non-violence) was already woven into the fabric of my personal life. But I began to see a disconnect between my personal values and the broader impact of the global systems I was a part of. I spent years in sustainable finance, observing how daily choices could drive systemic change, but I yearned to make that impact tangible, immediate, and personal.

    I realized that if I wanted to make a difference in reducing suffering and living sustainably, food was the natural choice to work on. Because it is an activity performed by eight billion people, three times a day… Sadly, this activity is responsible for the loss of trillions of lives every year and the ongoing degradation of Mother Earth.

    The “economic rationale” for leaving a stable banking career to open a café might have seemed thin to my former colleagues. Some might call it a midlife crisis; I call it a “delicious detour.”

    This journey manifested in the creation of Pause Your Everyday Cafe, a space in Bandra, Mumbai, that is less about business and more about a philosophy of living. The café serves as a physical extension of my commitment to Ahimsa. By curating a strictly plant-based menu, I invite people to experience a lifestyle that is kind to animals and the planet while being delicious and fulfilling. I believe that letting people discover their own journey to live a more Ahimsak life is key, rather than forcing it on anyone. And everyone needs some time to process change for living more compassionately.

  • Mothers: Understood one when I become one

    Perhaps my vegan journey began unknowingly in childhood, when I wondered how Jains could use silk, leather, pearls, or even idols carved from ivory. Whenever I wore leather or silk, I felt an inner conflict—a quiet voice inside me whispering that my choices did not align with my values.

    Growing up in a Jain family, I avoided roots, eggs, and meat, but dairy was sacred and unquestioned. I believed the stories I’d been told— “the cow gives milk, she is our mother,” and she is treated with love in India. I never stopped asking the most straightforward question: Why does she give milk?

    That belief was shattered when I met my in-laws, Gurudev Chitrabhanu and Pramoda Chitrabhanu, lifelong advocates of Ahimsa and veganism. Their words planted seeds, but my attachment to dairy and fears about nutrition held me back. In 2001, PETA India released a video exposing the Indian dairy industry. The truth was brutal calves taken from mothers, cows exploited until they were spent, and finally sent to slaughter. Their suffering was hidden behind tradition.

    The moment it truly became personal was while I was breastfeeding my daughter. My milk looked just like a cow’s milk, and just as my body produced it for my baby, hers was meant for her calf. I could feel the pain of a mother losing her child so that humans could take her milk. At that moment, the cruelty of dairy became undeniable, and giving up was effortless. For years before, I had tried and failed to go vegan, but this maternal connection finally helped me connect the dots.

    It’s been over 18 years since I turned vegan. Back then, soy milk was the only alternative, yet the transition felt freeing—I no longer had to defend a lie.

    My journey has since expanded into advocacy. I co-founded Ahimsafest, India’s largest vegan festival, and later started The Earthen One, a non-profit hosting over one hundred events to help people make small, compassionate lifestyle changes.

    Veganism has been my liberation—rooted in empathy, sustained by truth, and inspired by the simple conviction that a mother’s milk belongs only to her child.

  • Arguments with my vegan friend

    Arguments with my vegan friend

    About a year and a half ago, while having arguments with a vegan friend and trying to defend my precious dairy products on a road trip, I accidentally learned about the ill doings of the dairy industry in India.

    I ignored it, thinking it could not be true. More than that, I did not want to focus on it, because how could I ever get rid of cheese from my diet? But one day, after having an intense discussion with her, and wanting to prove her wrong, I started watching a YouTube documentary she had asked me to watch.

    I was shocked. I felt like Jim Carrey in the movie The Truman Show. It felt like I was part of a huge show and was constantly being fed lies by big corporations so they could keep printing more and more money. I felt numb. Being a Jain, I always tried to save every tiny living organism as much as I could, and here I was directly supporting an industry that was slaughtering crores of animals every year.

    So I started digging deep. I watched hundreds of videos, so many documentaries and podcasts, attended conferences, and even read a few books on the topic. I had so many amazing conversations with Jain Maharaj sahebs and amazing vegan athletes like Kuntal Joisher . I also found a lot of inspiration from @sustainableteawithshreya ,who is on a similar mission. All of this really helped me open my eyes.

    After learning all this, I felt an intense desire to tell everyone what I had discovered over the last year. So I started working on creating a book. And after four months of playing with drafts, and four sleepless days and nights of constant work, here it is.

    I urge you to read this book with an open mind so that you can become aware and make conscious decisions.

    This book, although written from a Jain philosophical point of view, is not limited to Jains. Anyone who consumes dairy thinking it is harmless should read it to find out the truth.

  • The Blessing of Not Knowing: A Mother-Daughter Journey to Compassion

    The Blessing of Not Knowing: A Mother-Daughter Journey to Compassion

    A note of gratefulness: The seeds of compassion, without which this awakening wouldn’t have sprouted, have been sown by the life transforming teachings of Shrimad Rajchandra and our benevolent Gurudev, Pujya Rakeshbhai.


    Sometimes the most profound transformations come disguised as chance encounters, when our preconceptions would have otherwise closed the door. In losing what we thought we needed, we found everything we didn’t know we were missing.



    I am blessed to be the single mother of my uniquely gifted daughter Sharanya, who became the catalyst for our collective awakening. Our journey began with a challenge that would ultimately become our greatest gift.

    Sharanya was struggling with eczema, and after consulting with naturopaths, we received a recommendation that initially felt impossible: stop consuming dairy. As a family following Jain dietary practices, dairy was woven into the very fabric of our meals. My immediate reaction was resistance—I worried our food choices would become limited, requiring a complete 180-degree change in how we ate. Little did I know that there wasn’t going to be any “limitation” and instead it would actually expand our world in ways I never imagined.

    At the time, we chose not to follow the recommendation. But the universe had other plans.

    The Workshop That Changed Everything

    During the COVID pandemic, we stumbled upon a three-day SHARAN cooking workshop for kids—purely by chance. Had I known it was completely whole food plant-based and vegan, we would have skipped it entirely. How grateful I am now for that ignorance!

    The workshop opened our eyes in the most beautiful way. We discovered that healthy food could be absolutely delicious—a revelation that shattered our preconceptions. More importantly, this was when Sharanya learned about the painful realities faced by cows and calves in the dairy industry. The compassion that awakened in her heart was immediate and unwavering. She decided overnight to eliminate dairy from her life.

    While Sharanya transformed instantly, I still clung to my coffee and curd. But watching my daughter’s compassion bloom over the next three months gradually awakened something profound in me. Her example became my teacher, and after those three months, I too embraced this path of ahimsa.

    The Fruits of Our Awakening

    Since that pivotal moment, our lives have transformed in ways we never dreamed possible:

    Health Transformation: Sharanya’s eczema healed completely—the very condition that started our journey was resolved naturally. I lost 18 kilograms over the course of a year and have maintained this weight effortlessly. The depression that used to visit me for months each year has completely lifted.

    Culinary Joy: Far from missing dairy, we’ve discovered foods so delicious, wholesome, and nutritious that we can’t imagine returning to our old ways. Our bodies feel energized, and our spirits feel light.

    Entrepreneurial Awakening: The food we learned to create was so exceptional that we launched “Arigato The Compassionate Vegan Kitchen Services”—a home-based venture that initially started with our presence at the Sharan Organic Farmers Market every Sunday, offering dinner tiffins and desserts. Sharanya’s entrepreneurial spirit flourished alongside her compassion. She was also featured here.

    Deeper Connection: We feel more connected—to each other, to our values, and to all living beings. Although health concerns initially led us to that workshop, it is our awakened compassion for animals that keeps us rooted in veganism. I truly believe compassion cannot be just a mood but must be woven into the tapestry of our daily lives.

    The Gift of an Open Mind

    Looking back, I realize how blessed we were that I didn’t know the workshop’s true nature beforehand. My preconceptions would have robbed us of this transformation. This experience taught me that there are things we might not fully understand or might hold incorrect opinions about without complete knowledge.

    Our transition was remarkably smooth, and we now feel blessed beyond our fondest dreams to have embraced this vegan path. The very change I once feared as a limitation became the gateway to expansion—in health, compassion, consciousness, and joy.

    The 180-degree change I once feared became the 180-degree transformation that elevated every aspect of our lives. In losing what we thought we needed, we found everything we didn’t know we were missing.

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  • The milkshake moment…

    It was a very hot summer day in Las Vegas in 1995. My host had arranged a meeting with a few of her American women friends at a restaurant. I was introduced to this lovely group of women. We greeted one another as we were seated.

    Our conversation was towards spiritual aspects of life, and they were interested in knowing about the Jain philosophy, its principles, and its belief system. I highlighted the core principles of Jain philosophy and its implications in life.

    When the time came to order something from the menu, and I ordered a milkshake, they were aghast. They questioned me and asked how could I consume dairy products as a vegetarian? I was surprised with their question, and I said to them that there was nothing wrong in taking dairy as it is a vegetarian food. One of them interrupted and said, “Sorry to say, but it is not considered to be vegetarian.” Why, I asked. She went on to explain that today’s dairy industry has become a house of horrors for the cows. They are confined, separated from their families, beaten, and killed. The cruelty inflicted upon cows and calves in the dairy industry is one of agribusiness’s best-kept secrets.

    She was not finished. Next, she spoke of how cows are artificially impregnated every year. This artificial insemination renders the cow useless and incapable of giving milk after 7 to 8 years after which they are sent to the slaughterhouse. Cows’ natural life span is 18 to 20 years, but at factory farms, they die young.

    She continued, what many consumers aren’t aware of is that when they purchase milk, cheese, or other dairy products, they are contributing to a brutal cycle of suffering for calves. For a cow to produce milk, she must have a calf, but those calves are taken away from their mothers immediately after birth. Half of those calves are male, and within a year, they’re slaughtered for veal.

    When the lady finished, I had some discomfort in my stomach, but I continued drinking my milkshake as though everything was okay. I knew that animals were abused and killed for meat, but I didn’t see anything wrong with dairy. Upon returning to my home in New York, I found myself very troubled as if someone jolted me from my sleep. Milk and yogurt were part of my diet. My cookbook, “Foods of the Earth, Tastes of Heaven” had many recipes using milk and yogurt. How can I give up these products? I was in denial. I did not want to believe what I had just learned.

    It left me mulling over the sad fate of the cows and their babies and I started reflecting deeply over the subject. I had never heard or read about the atrocities of the dairy industry. I studied literature on the subject from PETA and other sources. There was a voice deep within me that said, “You have dedicated your whole life to sharing the message of non-violence, and now, when it is the question of gross violence, why are you hesitating in giving up dairy products?” The moment I realized that I could not be part of this violence, the decision was made for me.

    In 1995 I was fifty when I learned facts about the dairy industry and decided to move towards “True Vegetarianism” or Veganism -thanks to my new friends. This meeting was an eye opener for me and changed my life.


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