The voice of compassion
One should adopt a soothing voice of compassion if he wishes to put an end to the cries of hatred
A unique perspective on Spirituality, Philosophy and Love.
One should adopt a soothing voice of compassion if he wishes to put an end to the cries of hatred
A Jewish anatomy professor, condemned to live in Auschwitz concentration camp, couldn’t take any more torture and decided to end his life. The anatomy professor very well knew which vein to severe for a painless and quick death. But the room had poor lighting. To let more light in, he climbed up… Continue Reading Seasons of Life
The novel is a heart-wrenching narrative of the horrors of war and an unlikely friendship interlaced with the spontaneity and inevitability of life.
When we look around in nature, humans are the only creatures who hoards stuff. Except for some insects like ants who gather to survive a harsh season, all living things abide by the nature’s law and consume the minimum resources for survival. The only contradiction is humans, who believes piling up resources for himself is the sole aim of his existence.
Coming to think about it, it is so uncanny, the deep revelations the deluge brought to the observer. The vanity of things that we hold dear in our lives, futility of a life time of effort, the need for true friends and so on. On contemplation, the disaster prompts us to reconsider our priorities in life. Wouldn’t it be better if we rebuilt the society without walls that separate and imprison us, throw away that ‘trespassers will be prosecuted’ sign from our egocentric lives and open up to be a loving and interdependent society that stays united in spite of all the differences.
“Far better is it to dare mighty things, to win glorious triumphs, even though checkered by failure… than to rank with those poor spirits who neither enjoy nor suffer much, because they live in a gray twilight that knows not victory nor defeat.” Theodore Roosevelt Why is it… Continue Reading Dare to try the new!
Keeping in touch with soul mates helps us in many ways. But most important would be the aid they provide in our life decisions. Many a time when I am vexed, and have to make an important decision to make, I turn to my buddies who has known me for decades.
Psychologists attribute all the crimes and goodness as the direct result of ‘social consciousness’; that is the mindset of the society. All crimes are the outcome of the hostility of the public.
I have always been in love with rain. Growing up in Kerala, where more than one-third of the year is soaked wet, my childhood is filled with beautiful memories of downpour. We children used to play in the rain. We used to make paper boats. Some unfortunate ants were also assigned as sailors on the perilous voyage in the turbulent flow of rain water. After the rain, when the trees would be still dripping, we would plod through the cold and damp soil bare footed. Nothing created a stronger feeling of connection with nature. It was great fun.
The ‘time machine’ has been around ever since I can remember. It was there to welcome me when I was brought home as a newborn. It witnessed me running and playing around the house as a child. It was with me through my laughter and tears, my hectic exam schedules, through my graduation and other important moments in my life. Feeling ashamed that I am so ungrateful to such an old friend, I decided to know more about this antique and started enquiring about it. The more I found out, the more I became impressed.
Guru is a complicated concept. Mostly, people picture guru as a classical renunciate who sits cross-legged under a tree, with a long beard and talks in rhetoric. But to me, Guru is something beyond the physical realm.
Nowadays it is difficult to find a non-traveller. Everyone seems to wander a lot. There is not one day that I can open Facebook without having to endure hash tags and photos with a motorcycle, shades and hand gestures that signifies victory and cheers. People who visit the unreachable destinations through formerly untrodden paths are increasing by day…