Philosophy & Life Lessons

The priest chirped about soul-cleansing, but I bet the flock missed the metaphor, too busy chasing social shiny bits. I mumbled the Gayatri mantra in Kiran’s right ear, wondering why the left got no love.

It’s a survival relic, a personal shield, a social glue. We’re stuck with the instinct, but the target people, acts, things depends on what

Myths are everywhere. They’re the stories we tell ourselves about gods, heroes, or why the world ticks the way it does. But “myth” feels...

So, do we praise ourselves? Some do, loudly, and it’s a cringe-fest. If you’re tempted, here’s a tip: let your work talk. If it’s worth a

I am not a monk I don’t have the patience. I am not a saint I don’t have the PR team. I’m just me: curious, cranky, and allergic to

Next time something weird shows up snake, owl, whatever don’t just nod at the old wives’ tale. Poke it. Question it. A snake’s not a talisma

Yet history shows that progress often comes from those who dare to disturb. Take the example of India’s Green Revolution in the 1960s. At the time, the country teetered on the edge of famine, its agricultural system “working” just enough to keep people fed—barely. Scientists like M.S. Swaminathan and policymakers like C. Subramaniam took a gamble, introducing high-yield crops and modern farming techniques.

Sarve jano means all no exceptions. So how do we bridge that? Maybe it’s less preaching and more doing clean water, a fair wage, a school ..

In India, the Charvaka school (~600 BCE) rejected Vedic rituals and blind faith in the supernatural, emphasizing sensory evidence over dogma

“Little one,” it says, “you scatter your rain too freely. Save your strength for the valleys that need it most. The desert will drink you dry, and the ocean needs no more.” The budding cloud twirls, puzzled. “But raining feels good!” it replies. “Why should I hold back when the world sparkles below?”

These days, it’s a storm of uncertainty—layoffs loom like dark clouds, and the chorus of worry echoes: “What if I lose my job?” The fear is real, but so is the trap of inertia. Instead of preparing, adapting, or exploring new paths, many cling to excuses, frozen like a deer in headlights. Losing a job stings, no doubt, but is it the end?

Terrorists could choose peace, corruption could turn to honor, the impulsive could steady their hands. Even the option...

So, the next time you feel the urge to speak without thinking, to react without reflecting, or to let your emotions spill over unchecked, picture the bottom of a broken kitchen sink. Ask yourself: Is this the version of me I want to present to the world? Is this the version of me that’s true to my consciousness?

Nagesh, they said, had once placed a stone snake god beside an eagle god in the village temple—a blind act of faith, if he’d done it at all.

Ear piercing struck me as a holdover from ancient tribes—maybe a way to tell Hindu kids from non-Hindu ones, or just a custom that stuck.

“You know,” she said, nudging my elbow, “Pallavi still asks about you. My forever crush now turned dermatologist, your ‘what-if’ girl from 5th grade. Should I arrange a school reunion?”, I laughed, half choking on the coffee, ..

First off, what even is Gurubala? It’s this belief in my community that you need to consult a priest or astrologer to pinpoint the perfect moment for anything important—marriages, housewarmings, you name it. They claim it’s about the planets aligning, the stars whispering, or some cosmic vibe check. But let’s cut through the incense smoke, who decides what’s a “good time” versus a “bad time”? On what basis?

It’s not just an observation—it’s a call. Space isn’t just a privilege to envy; it’s a principle to chase. We can’t all move to mansions, but we can fight for room in our lives and societies. In cities, it’s green parks, wider streets, and housing that doesn’t stack people like boxes—things India’s urban planners are starting to rethink with projects like Delhi’s “green lungs” initiative. In our minds, it’s carving out time to unclutter, to let thoughts stretch and settle.

My body felt feathery, as if I could float above the pavement, my mind clear as a mountain stream. I wasn’t hallucinating—this was real, a cosmic embrace that left me weightless and whole. It was the third time I’d felt this, but here, in Slough, it struck with a beauty that stole my breath.

It wasn’t the kind of line you'd expect at a technology certification program. But there it was — raw, direct, and recursive, looping back to a core idea: If you can do something about it, why worry? If you can't, why worry? And suddenly, it all made sense.