You call it a delusion or a hallucination! A phenomenon issuing from beholder’s own mind and nothing out there. You can call it a thing churned out from one’s own knowledge accumulated in memory over time or far beyond time with the person being aware or non-aware of it. No way can you be wrong. I myself do not have an iota of doubt about it that everything I see, sense, or feel, proceeds from my own mind and that…
This is politics, a disgusting thing we need but only to loathe at, and yet, can’t do without it, for we don’t know how else to row the boat. One can clean the dirt off a thing but can’t clean the dirt itself up. All the while, we rack our brains and bend our mind and efforts into converting the dirt into detergent. We’ve always buried head in sand to the stark fact that dirt can only get dirtier and…
The eye-feasting panorama of milky-white snow peaks stood miles away, at a hateful distance from my single story ten feet tall non-plastered home, siting on the edge of a natural pond fed with rain-water, ruled by duckweed. No bag of tricks could take me anywhere near the crown of monstrous mountains except my imagination given wings. A thought that often flitted through my head was that if only some mystical power suddenly find a way into me and transmigrate me…
War breeds poverty. Poverty breeds war. They are like blood and bullet. One spills the other. Some people think that bullet and bomb can smash down the Chinese wall between poverty and affluence and bring about a level playing field. Others who are born with fish in mouth talk of teaching those denied of it about how to fish so that they can catch the haul. And, if they begin to harvest the haul the war again leaps out…
This God man or preferably a devout Sadhu or a lonely soul in quest of his naked self, (the thing that he is), the one I ‘m gonna talk about, is through his earthly tenure, leaving behind his mortal body, a month or so before, at the age of 70 (earthly time). I, in all honesty, don’t intend this piece of writing to be an obituary nor a eulogy, nothing of the sort. It just so happened that he popped…
I got this that the Mental Health Science calls Anxiety Disorder at the age of 13, which is 42 years back from now. I was in Grade VIII then. It wreaked so much havoc to my mind so much so that I became paranoid, had recurring hallucinations, palpitations, severely traumatized, seeing horrors everywhere I went, my head was like the whole mountain sitting on it, wanted to f**ing run away from it all throwing the head off shoulder but where…
I, my mind, and my body, are above all to me. Wonder anyone would take exception to that! I doubt they are sincere to it, though! I wouldn’t bet on it. Let’s not bring God in here. God is nearly always abused for an excuse. Three constituents are put together to make one single entity. The sum total of three – me, my mind, and my body – is what we largely are. Like it or not! It is in the…
This episode under wraps which I now choose to blow the cover of revolves around a HERO, not from a flick though, but a common herd that you push your way through every day – any Tom, Dick and Harry. This cool, saintly person whose first name is Tyagi has visceral dislike (so, I reckon) of letting anyone in on things he’s buried in his chest. He’d rather take them to his grave than to whisper a word about…