October 2008
This yellow evening,
Winds tell of rains to come.
A healthy, happy wind
That I haven’t felt for so long.
Dry mango leaves
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The Joke
August 23rd, 2008
If I was constantly aware of my place in this universe- as an individual of one of the millions of species of one of the billions of planets- it would constantly strike me a little ridiculous what a big deal I make of myself.
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Jalanethi
Jala= water (Sanskrit)
Nethi= clean (Sanskrit)
For the past few months I have been practicing Jalanethi. It is part of Yoga but to my surprise, I find people of other countries also practice it under different names: Nasa dusche or Nasal Irrigation.
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Insanity?
From May 2008
How intensely have you questioned your sanity? Today my brain perceived differently- I saw at angles I hadn’t seen before and heard at times I couldn’t explain.
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Written in the moonlight
From May 2008
For too long I have absorbed.
Here in this moonlight. I still see colour.
I breathe. I create.
There is no romantic breeze
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On a Modified Version of Democracy
From May 2008
Those of my regular readers in Karnataka will know about the elections held recently.
This being my first opportunity to exercise my vote, I thought about it a great deal.
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Our part in world violence (Tibet)
From May 11, 2008
Violence and aggression rise from fear and greed. What gives the Chinese the right to violate human rights? To kill and torture people?
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God and Love
From April 2008:
Words like love and god are of the most ambiguous. What do people mean when they ask ‘do you believe in god’ or say ‘I love you’.
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A Study of Communalism and Identity
A Study of Communalism and Identity
(First published in May 2008)
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Identities Preferences and Behaviour
Where does the self come from? Identity and our definitions of our ‘self’ are a result of what we’ve been taught from the beginning of our lives.
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The Torment of the Free Radical
The wind screeches through the vents as the hail throws itself unrelentingly on my windows and unforgivingly on the skylights above. This big house is empty and the forceful cold roar of the storm echoes apocalyptically through the corridors.
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