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Life as it is...

We forget to take life as it is and instead try to mould life the way we want and feel it should be...

What we do forget is that greater hand above which is always at work and giving us the better and best but in its own time...

We need to remember to have patience and trust for then can we see the true miracles in our everyday life...

And that is,

Ourself :D

Afterall Faith along with Love can move Mountains...

Friday, June 13, 2025

A Letter from a Theist to an Atheist: In Devotion to Shaheed Bhagat Singh

I just finished reading Why I Am an Atheist by Shaheed Bhagat Singh.

When writing this, I feel at the time many would have thought the personality of this man is so very different from his name “Bhagat”.

The name Bhagat typically evokes the image of a devoted soul—one who serves God with deep emotion and unwavering faith. However, there is this very contrasting personality of Bhagat Singh, questioning the very existence of God and a view point rooted in clarity, courage and integrity, often hard earned through doubt.

Essence of Bhagat:

To me, if you look closely, he represents what the name “Bhagat” truly stands for. Devotion, Servitude and courage.

Devotion to the cause of freedom which best termed as “Swaraj”. Servitude to the people of the country and Courage to fight for their rights.

A true devotee who sacrificed his life to ignite revolution in the minds of the masses.

Revolution, not just freedom:

“Swaraj” an idea rooted in the legacy of great leaders like Chhatrapati Shivaji Maharaj; was given a radical and revolutionary edge by Shaheed Bhagat Singh and his comrades, who envisioned not just political freedom but a complete transformation of society. At a time when many within the Congress were negotiating for Dominion Status, they called for true independence - of both thought and nation.

Greats such as Bhagat Singh (I put his name in front as he is the inspiration for this article), Shaheed Shivaram Rajguru, Shaheed Sukhdev Thapar, Shaheed Chandrashekhar Azad (most commonly known names) worked hard to promote revolutionary ideals among the youth of the time and encourage the idea of “Swaraj”.

Atheism and Clarity:

Bhagat Singh calls himself an atheist through out the essay, after all Atheism finds freedom in questioning, in doubting and finding the answers yourself, it is a lonely, however, a clear-sighted path as he describes.

My Letter to Shaheed Bhagat Singh:

Dear Sir, allow me to refute you on this point and put forth my argument. This is my personal view only based on the limited understanding of history, politics and religion that I hold.

To me, despite the claims of being an atheist, you are a theist in his truest form.

Theism signifies comfort through belonging to a tradition, a god, exploring the mystery of the universe. A theist believes in their god and works tirelessly to appease their beloved deity.

Your devotion to the revolution:

Tell me, is there a greater devotion than the devotion to your motherland, a greater emotion of service than the will to serve all your people without discrimination and courage to stand upon your belief come what may. The only difference – their belief in God while you believed in a bright future of our great nation and worked tirelessly for your ideal.

My final argument:

You sir were a believer and a strong proponent of Swaraj. Swaraj to you was not just passing on the baton from the British imperialists to Indian elites, you championed the ideas of a socialist economy and equality for all.

It was this belief for which you put forth your life and attained martyrdom. Your struggles whilst in Jail, in the face of adversity to stand true to your ideals is this not truly a “Bhagat’s” duty?

So dear sir, forgive me for saying so but in my eyes, you are the essence of the name Bhagat and its meaning.

As a person who identifies as a theist, I believe we can learn a lot from your life and the devotion to achieve your goals. It is my sincere wish that we as an individual and as a country we can one day truly be worthy of you and your comrades sacrifice.

A Revolution, a Hope within:

To me Shaheed Bhagat Singh symbolizes the revolution needed within, a radical change for personal growth to achieve one’s goal. Only through individual hard work and integrity can we expect to contribute to the collective consciousness and

Inquilaab Zindabad!


Sunday, June 1, 2025

Gregor Samsa and the Dharma of Suffering By Hema Jethwani

Most readers are already familiar with the plot of The Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka.
Its common interpretations explore themes of alienation, capitalism, and existentialism.
However, for me, the tale of Gregor is more about spiritual endurance, unconditional duty, love, and detachment from the self.
The story begins with Gregor already transformed into an insect. There’s no horror or panic in him, no questioning of why or how this has happened. He simply accepts it—with quiet determination—and continues to focus on one goal: to provide for his family, no matter the situation.
He doesn’t stop to consider how his family might react or wonder if they could help him. He isn’t worried about the chief clerk either. In his mind, once he explains the delay, all will be well, and he can still make it for the 8 o’clock train.
To Gregor, his thoughts remain clear. But to others, his voice is just incomprehensible noise. They do not see a man—they see only a monster.
Yet there is no rebellion in him—not in word, not in action, not even in thought.
Has he resigned himself to his fate? Or is this the expression of his deep capacity to endure suffering without losing sight of his love and duty toward his family?
Even in this condition, Gregor thinks of how to make life easier for his sister, who brings him food. He longs to see his mother. He hides under a sheet just so she won't be distressed by his appearance. When she faints upon seeing him, he feels no anger—only understanding.
As his sister begins to tire of caring for him, as the family grows indifferent, Gregor accepts it all. No bitterness. No resentment. Just a quiet desire not to burden them further.
When he overhears them speaking of being "done" with him, when even his mother offers no protest, he makes no sound. He doesn’t blame them. He simply resigns himself and quietly breathes his last.
To me, this story reflects not the inhumanity of Gregor’s condition, but the lack of humanity in those around him. Gregor, despite his appearance, never loses his kindness or sense of duty.
This is the essence of spiritual endurance as understood in Indian philosophy—where suffering, if borne with grace, becomes a path to liberation. While Western readings may interpret the story as absurd or bleak, I see in it a quiet transcendence, an echo of the Indian concept of dharma.
Gregor Samsa’s journey—his refusal of food, detachment from the world, silent suffering, and peaceful death—mirrors the quiet path of the yogi or sanyasi, who renounces the world with no regret or resentment.

Monday, September 15, 2014

A past to hold on...

There is a memory in the bylanes
Waiting to pounce on me every time something happens,
A past that I hold onto no matter how much I try to let go
A past which is a part of my life and taken away from me,
Every time a glimpse of it threatens tears in my eyes
A past which I so dearly want to hold onto but have no choice.
I wish I could be there again playing, laughing, reading and chatting away with friends,
Oh there is so much to say but no words to express what I feel.
A past I yearn for in the present while I pray for a better future,
A past that I so dearly hold onto...

Sunday, August 10, 2014

THAT's JUST LIFE AFTER ALL: Dear Big Bro/ Bbbbhhhhaaaiii...

THAT's JUST LIFE AFTER ALL: Dear Big Bro/ Bbbbhhhhaaaiii...: Well at the risk of sounding cheesy, which i don't mind as of now, i dedicate this post to my bro who is out of country for work and co...

Dear Big Bro/ Bbbbhhhhaaaiii...

Well at the risk of sounding cheesy, which I don't mind as of now, I dedicate this post to my bro who is out of country for work and couldn't make it here... Well that's irritating to say the least but I know it's for good reason and figured since I couldn't tie it to him why not make a post for him :)...
So, My dear Bro what to say for you that you don't know about yourself ;)...

One thing I would like to start with is to say thanks to you for reminding me in your own direct and indirect way that you care about me, that you worry about me, it reassures me every time that you're are always there for me no matter what, even if I don't face you when I pass by your place so that you don't see the murder, the frustration, the irritation and the confusion for those feelings mingled together in my eyes so as not to worry about me, but you surprise me by noticing that gesture and knowing that I would never do so and worrying about me and in that small gesture reassuring me as always... Thank You, words aren't enough :)...

I remember there being a time when I was a child wishing that I had an elder brother who would take care of me, protect me, be there for me and not having one left me sad, where ever I did put my hope in that place I would get to see that it was no use to hope. Tying Rakhi was something I waited for every year and was excited until some events did open my eyes and actually left me not wanting to, doesn't mean I thought of or loved anyone less, anyhoo, it wasn't much for me until Bhai Dhuj would come and there was a younger brother I would see and treat as my own brother.

Then came the day years later when I tied Rakhi on you're wrist for the first time, I don't remember what day it was or what age I was or how it came to be, I just remember that day as per my feelings, what I saw with my eyes. I remember feeling a bit uncomfortable tying rakhi on your wrist as I had always seen you as a friend and never a brother and based on past experience's I wasn't much enthusiastic about it as I never thought I could have a brother I wanted but I tied it to you as you had always been there so I did it.

Well, as time passed I started looking forward to the day so I could tie you rakhi, with time and with experience I came to see you as a brother not because I had to but because I saw that you were truly my brother not because you had to be but because you wanted to be, well if that sentence makes sense to you then all the more better. Lols. I remember on one of my birthday feeling dejected and angry because you hadn't come to wish me or wished me anyhow, don't remember which one was that but it was a long time ago and you were THERE, so know that I had actually made up my mind NEVER to speak to you again. I guess I had kept to much expectations from you without realizing or knowing your situation or mindset, I was being stupid after all. But then you called and I came to my mind. I am actually happy for that day as when I think of it that was the day I truly and wholeheartedly came to see you as my brother and the important lesson of never to have expectations which is a good thing and there's been no turning back.

Well, I had and have thought of many things I truly desire and of them was a brother. I never had the brother that I wished for instead got a Brother I never thought I could or deserved to have.
So Thank You dear brother for always being there whether I know or not. For being irritated with my choice and almost fighting with me to drop it but at the same time understanding what I want and what I need to do and supporting me. I know that you're there for me and I know you know but let me say this out aloud right now I will always be there for you no matter what and will always wish for you to get all the success and happiness that you deserve. Thank You from the bottom of my heart for showing me that more than the blood that we do not share, Its the bond of Rakhi, the bond of souls as a Brother and Sister that matters more than anything else. I love you and you will always hold a special place in my Heart (as long as you get me good gifts, JOKING, no I am not, YES I AM...), hehehe... Well you know... :p

This Dear Big Bro or Bbbbhhhaaaiii is my gift for you. Well we will be waiting here with your Rakhi to tie on your wrist the moment we get the chance... Hehe...

HAPPY RAKSHABANDHAN :D :D :D :D

P.S.: As I'm not a very vocal person in regards to my feelings and rarely do voice them, don't mind when I do meet you and feel a bit awkward... Lols... ;)

Your Loving Sister


Tuesday, July 8, 2014

A lifetime ago...

A lifetime of knowing someone
And one day they are just gone,
Twelve days of rituals to mark the life that was once led,
Yesterday they were here
Today they are not,
Memories which feels like a lifetime ago,
Makes me wonder whether it was a dream I saw or was it real,
No matter how many days friends and family cry or not it's not about the count,
What it is about are the lives touched by the life once led and whether you cry or not the beautiful and pure memories will remain with you in your heart and head...
A tribute to the lives once led,
No matter what but you are the ones who taught us how to Tread...

Sunday, June 8, 2014

Where's ME...

I live like you
I see like you
I love like you
I hate like you
I think like you
I breathe like you
I wanna be like you

But here and there's only You,
Where's the Me that I wanna Be.

I still wanna live like you
I still wanna see like you
I still wanna love like you
I still wanna hate like you
I still wanna think like you
I still wanna breathe like you
I still wanna be like you

But I wanna do it my own way like you once did and still do.