Sunday, January 08, 2017


I admire people who have no need of a God. They must be truly great to not need one. There was a time when I did not believe in God. It was out of ignorance, not arrogance.

There are at least two reasons I need God. One, so that I have a role model. That’s right. It is not that I have transcended present and past role models in corporeal form. The question is this, metaphorically speaking, how many people past or present can meditate with a snake hissing in their ears? How many people can hold still a thought as easily as holding a deer all trussed up? Thoughts are after all like so many frightened deer darting hither and thither.

The second reason is that I need a support in time of spiritual crises. I have not transcended this need. I glad that I am now at least aware of this need. However I have some arrogance in me that baulks at the thought of taking such support. Fortunately, the saner part of my psyche knows very well that I have a long way to go before I can do away with the God crutch and be independent.

Do not mistake me, as far as God is concerned, there not an ounce of irreverence. Only utter humility. But there are many other ways in which my arrogance is reflected in this piece. For those who see them, please forgive me. For the arrogance has arisen out of fear. Here go back to the first reason I need God, to be able to meditate with a snake hissing in my ear.

Sunday, September 25, 2016

The Next Hill

Perhaps ever since Man was born, his progress owes much to his desire to know, in the words of Alexander the Great, "What is beyond the next hill."

Our psyche, which is primarily responsible for all historical changes wrought by the hand of man on the face of this planet, remains an insoluble puzzle and an incomprehensible wonder, an object of abiding perplexity - a feature it shares with all Nature's secrets.  - C. G. Jung

Some of the secrets of Nature have begun unravelling, only to reveal many more. Do we know how far we need to keep tunneling to get to the other end, if at all there is an other end. With regard to the psyche (forgive me if I use the term rather loosely), let us say we get to read thoughts of other beings. To make a continent of Man, to make the waters recede, is perhaps the next great step in our evolution. I hope there becomes one day, one Pangea, not separate continents. How beautiful that would be.

The question then comes full circle, how do we know the other minds truly exist and are not figments of our imagination. How do we know we are not just simulations, as some popular theories go? Do we know the purpose of our existence? What happens when we discover our purpose? Who or what guides my fingers as they type? So many fascinating questions. I could keep ruminating on them while I stare at nothing. There might not be much purpose to my ruminations other than a certain pleasure they give me. I have also observed in the past that ruminations have led to interesting insights.

Sunday, September 18, 2016


god is a terrible fellow when it comes to meting out judgements and punishments for errors deliberate, deliberately induced and uncommitted, just perceived. I wonder who punishes this god for his Mistakes. Considering places like Pakistan, Sudan and North Korea, he is a pretty incompetent fellow. I wonder what the motivations are for his actions.

Tuesday, September 06, 2016

Elegy of a Voyage

The Moon came out. It's purpose was unclear.
                                                                       - Aleksandr Sokurov

What is it with Russians and melancholic misery? Rather like Poe, but not quite.

Monday, September 05, 2016


I once read a true story. A small boy came running to a soldier. The boy was bring an apple. The soldier shot him. In the shadows of the dusk, he mistook the apple for a grenade. Poor soldier. The boy was dead. The soldier had to live.

Picking Holes

Nothing is perhaps as easy as picking holes in the thoughts that someone has presented to us. Especially when the collection is wide and the thoughts and observations, numerous. It must be all the more difficult for people from non-literary professions to write as the time they can devote is penning their thoughts is much less.


I am a great fan of President Obama and have read about 60% of his book, “The Audacity of Hope”. The clarity of thought, the insights, the anecdotes and the way the President has with English are exemplary. 

There was however a sentence in the book I found intriguing. To quote, “At some fundamental level, religion does not allow for compromise.” I say intriguing because he seems to have spoken for all religions. I feel this is true only for some religions.

There is a lot of compromising to be found in religions of Oriental origin. This is quite evident in Fritjof Karpa’s book “The Tao of Physics”. I think several scientists and artists found Eastern religions fascinating precisely because of this reason. These philosophies and religions gave them freedom of expression and thought. The freedom to question.

There are two appropriations in vogue these days. One is the appropriation of the word religion by those who speak of Abrahamic Religions. The other is the appropriation of the word Asian by South-East Asians.

Friday, August 26, 2016

Friday, May 27, 2016

What Corporations Take From Us

Why do we allow ourselves to be willingly exploited? Is it because we do not understand that we are being exploited or is it just that we don't care? We are so careful with our money, our privacy in real life. Yet when it comes to privacy in the virtual world, we don't seem to care.

We install apps that collect all our information. We allow operating system providers to collect data we wouldn't share with our siblings. The acquiescence of the massive majority compromises the privacy of the unwilling minority. Do we not see what this is leading to or are we focused only on the short term benefits?

Monday, May 16, 2016


There are times when a dislike of something about your psyche begins to grow in you. If left unattended, over a period of time, the loathing turns into overwhelming fear. That is when you start building a wall to hide it. Unfortunately everything, even fear, is associated with something that is good about the psyche.

When you wall away what you fear, you also wall away that which is associated not only with the fear but also with some positive aspect of your psyche; something, given a choice, you would rather retain. The suppression of the positive results in behavior that could be at the end of the spectrum opposite to that causing the fear.

Facing fears is not easy, which is why you resort to building walls. Over time, as the fear grows, the wall grows with it. The bigger the wall, the greater the trauma of breaking it. But ultimately, the wall will have to be broken and the fear faced. Breaking walls may create oscillations from one end of the spectrum to the other. However, these oscillation will attenuate as the fear is dealt with. And what will remain is a state of blissful equilibrium.

Friday, May 13, 2016

The Prodigal Son Effect

Celebrating one rare 'good' act by a group that is mostly violent, insular and manipulative while loudly denouncing one bad act (real or orchestrated) by a group that is largely peaceful, open and tolerant. 

Saturday, March 19, 2016

The power of the Subconscious

There is perhaps nothing more powerful in the Universe than the subconscious. It gives one what one asks of it. The trick lies in knowing how to ask, even in knowing that one is asking.

There are people who ask without even knowing it. Kekule for instance; he went to sleep with a question on his mind, not even addressed directly to his subconscious. It gave him the answer in his dreams anyway.

Einstein was a great believer in the power of intuition. One thing that intuition is, is the subconscious working silently and throwing up answers. I feel that even those who think that they have thought out a solution have in great measure made use of subconscious processing. 

Friday, October 02, 2015


To meditate,
to cogitate
upon the pleasant,
grant me this heaven!

By rote revise
and memorise
subjects odious,
thus am I driven!

Friday, September 25, 2015

The Sublime Artist

I wondered how it would be if air could be sculpted, only to realise that it is indeed possible and is nothing but music. Water and Air, in the form of a babbling brook or waves at night time are tools used by nature to sculpt air.

Nature was the first composer. And what wonderful peace the music of nature provides. Even the greatest of composers looked to nature for inspiration. We are lucky that we are in an age where we can record and reproduce music, but how much have we missed?

I don't know if flowing water can be sculpted, but it does a lot of sculpting, and that, with timeless patience. The feel and look of a cool smooth pebble, the majesty of a canyon, the latter looking as if it were chiseled and the former as if it were polished. What more needs to be said?  

If lightning were a chisel and thunder the hammer, the sky must certainly be the sculptor. After completing his work, he rejoices by wearing the rainbow as a garb; the rainbow woven of sunbeams on the loom of the atmosphere.