My fluency in multiple Indian languages, coupled with the knowledge of closely interwoven Indian mythology, lent itself to in-depth study of the major classical treatises, understanding essential nuances of cryptic Sanskrit writings of the Sages through commentaries of eminent regional scholars of India. 

Then, in 2015, I aced the prestigious Gurukul Program under the tutelage of the eminent pulse – reading master Dr. Vasant Lad of the Ayurveda Institute. I was humbled by his encouragement, when I became the first student ever to be given independent charge of patients at his clinics in Pune.

 I am simultaneously trained and experienced in Yoga, Marma, Pránáyám, Panchakarma, and in Ayurvedic Gynecology.

My Journey

Zubin-ji, as my friends and clients have come to lovingly call me... I grew up on the outskirts of Bombay, in a day and age much different from today’s modern India. My experiences with rural living close to nature, deeply imbibed a sense of respect for nature’s healing powers. I came to understand how life can have its cures wrapped within its ailments. A single doctor for nearly 3000 families meant a visit was called for only in cases of serious illness or infection. Bruised knees were often healed with oil & turmeric, fevers were often brought down with salt water poultice, the runs were often stopped with roasted jack fruit seed, certain foods were strictly forbidden at certain times of day, meals were at regular times often with no left-overs, Mom often mentioned why she wouldn't use certain foods or spices in a season (& we wondered why she needed to make that declaration...), you woke up at six and went to bed at ten.

Immersion into Yoga, mantras & meditation was a regular way of life in school.

Gardening was a necessity born out of poverty & sense of community, local markets were the only kind of markets I knew, you stood in line at the only butcher's to buy meat once a month...  

Khichadi / khitchari was the poor man's food; we enjoyed it often with the yogurt sauce, kadhi, home-made papad(um) and white radishes - and we felt blessed... 

Moringa was just the beautiful tree that grew beside my window; that we climbed often to harvest the beans or long tender branches to cook the leaves, after the lashing monsoons...

Life was simple... 

Like most Indians of my generation, I continued on the time-tested path of Engineering, then Finance, endeavoring to lucrative jobs in Business, Management, & Consulting for 20 years.