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I have expressed this before, perhaps in different ways, that I live with a suppressed existential dread all the damn time. I have a full life that keeps me busy and ambitious but at every pitstop, my mind brings to the surface the spiritually and scientifically unanswered question "why?" and ruins the moment. I wonder... Continue Reading →
I’m coming to realize that there are a bunch of people in this world who have normalized living with persistent underlying physical discomfort. I know this because I used to be (still am, to some extent) one of them. Our legs are constantly aching so we need to sit down everywhere we go. Our migraines... Continue Reading →
Some of God’s Easter eggs Find their way to us when we most need And though they often come disguised They’re blessings alright. Gratitude has been my Easter egg That cherished little ray of light Always brightening up tunnels And putting hope in sight. How well do we undermine What’s too easily at disposal And... Continue Reading →
[I feel the need to add a little disclaimer – the thought originated somewhere and led to a place that believers might connect to disbelievers might as well find funny. So this is quite subjective.] I went to town through a thunder-rain on a mild medical emergency. Where I live is a temple town in... Continue Reading →
I wonder if existential questions are as common as I think they are. I don’t mean the depressing ones – just the ones that make us truly ponder over the point of anything we do in life. Sometimes they hit me so hard that pretty much everything feels pointless in the bigger context. What, after... Continue Reading →
More than once I’ve been asked - why do I believe in and worship Hindu Gods being Jain? Do Jains worship Hindu Gods? Jains aren’t Hindus apparently; that’s what we’re taught. You’ll meet a number of Jains in South India who are extremely guarded about worshipping Jain deities only. They don’t ever speak ill of... Continue Reading →
This poem was written in the context of the death of a young student in the college I work at, who passed away in a road accident. It was devastating for everyone to hear - a promising young life was lost simply because he neglected wearing a helmet.
There stands an irony amused at itself That the world’s best man made arts Have in some way derived from pain. For all the quests for happiness man embarks upon Isn’t it the most amusing fact that Pain is what brings out his truest, most raw form. Pain somehow adds layers to a painter’s brush... Continue Reading →
How much do you think the sky hears in a day With nowhere else to go but the infinity within itself How much do you think it stands patiently witnessing And how do you think it yet reflects only the good? From prayers for someone else to murders From dancing in the rain to tears... Continue Reading →
Look into my eye Do you see the yearning for what’s impossible For what I know shall consume me alive And what I yet crave like its my life’s last strife. Do you see I hold you, drag you, lock you in When in real you walk away free as a bird In the eye... Continue Reading →