philosophy
On Method
कबीरा कुआँ एक है, पानी भरे अनेक भांडे ही में भेद है, पानी सब में एक -Kabir O Kabir, there is but one well And many who draw Difference is the vessel Water stays the same. (my poor translation) Hermann Hesse, like Kabir,
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Finitude
As we go through the greatest humanitarian crisis of modern times, it is hard to maintain a semblance of sanity. So much suffering, so much pain all around. What can words do to those who have lost the ones they love? All the pent-up anger and pain, where will it
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Loathsome
Imagine you are in a thick forest. The old trees stand guard. The winding river gently invites you deeper. A half-penetrable mist settles over the water. No sound. No birds. Just the gentle trickle of water dropping from the oars. A maddening shriek tears the sky. A primeval scream. Silence.
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We Must Cultivate Our Own Garden
Our garden has been barren for many months now. The kids, who tend to this garden, are living strange lives in their own homes; disconnected from each other and from us. This Teachers' Day we brought it alive again. It has been two years since we started the horticulture
ragasvara
Aesthetic Well-being with Vincent
We often feel lost. Unable to express ourselves. We try many different ways. Some write, some paint, some dance and some photograph. Some find true expression in the work they do. But very often we find ourselves unable to express our true selves. We need “symbols”, that is works of
philosophy
The Library of Babel
Lockdown Reading. Last year, a few of my 7th grade students made a request to allow them to sit in one of my philosophy classes. I warned them that they might not enjoy it as much as they presume. S - "No sir, please let us sit with you&
Lockdown Notebook
Sharing learning resources and readings during the COVID-19 lockdown. There is no coherent structure to this. It will be a bunch of links put together. Hopefully, it is useful to some.
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The Blue City Sufi
Mohit Patel खुसरो दरिया प्रेम का, उल्टी वा की धार। जो उतरा सो डूब गया, जो डूबा सो पार।। खुसरो बाजी प्रेम की मैं खेलूँ पी के संग। जीत गयी तो पिया मो
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Rainer Maria Rilke
Again and again Again and again, however we know the landscape of love and the little churchyard there, with its sorrowing names, and the frighteningly silent abyss into which the others fall again and again the two of us walk out together under the ancient trees, lie down again and
At No Place
Photo essay of a journey through forgotten towns. Pictures and words by Mohit Patel. It takes 2 hours and 5 stories to reach the "village-at-no-place". Some of these stories are told out loud, while some play out in your mind. The words being told mingle with the stories
Two critical essays of Jean-Paul Sartre
I don't quite remember how I got interested in reading Sartre. Sometime in the first or second year of my college, I got a copy of Being and Nothingness. At the time, I was a complete newbie to reading anything difficult, let alone philosophy. In hindsight, I can&
Trees and Us
I call her Smarana. She belongs to Ficus Benghalensis family, the Banyan Tree. She is strong and wise. Older than I am. She has been here in this spot for decades and seen things. From scorching sun to 3 years droughts to torrential rains breaking century old records. She has