Category: Bhagavad Gita
Do Not Shake Someone’s Faith — Google AI & Claude Comment
Do Not Shake Someone’s Faith — Bhagavad Gita Google AI: The Bhagavad Gita teaches in Chapter 3, Verse 26 that … More
The Cost of Not Following One’s Svadharma
Here’s a poem I wrote (see photo below) about my med school classmate when he lost his father. It is … More
My Latest Book Now on Amazon: “Life Is Just a Silly Play: The Pot Searching for the Clay”
Some books argue a case. This one keeps company with a mind. D. Samarender Reddy—a physician by training, an economist … More
Chutiyapan Apna Apna
In Chapter 2, Verse 47 of the Bhagavad Gita, Lord Krishna says: “You have the right to work only but … More
The 3 Kinds of Charity
Four Noble Truths of Samism
First Noble Truth — Dukkha (Suffering) What do you mean you are suffering? Are you mad? Second Noble Truth — … More
Quit
“Life is not a battle worth fighting. Quit.” The word is a deliberate stumbling block. What is to be given up is not the body or the life, but the fighter — the ego whose founding myth is that life is a war to be won. Camus answered the question of life’s worth with revolt; Advaita takes the path he never considered: neither suicide nor defiance, but the dissolution of the one who asks. Quit the way a fist quits clenching. The battle is optional because the soldier is fictional. What remains is life itself — neither fought nor fled.
When Feelings Turn into Strangers: Purity, Compassion, and the Loosening of Worldly Bonds
In isolation, even once-intense emotions can begin to feel like strangers seeking attention — a sign, if genuine, that one’s bonds with the world are loosening. But this loosening is not an end in itself: its authenticity is tested by what remains. Where being is pure, feelings coalesce into compassion alone; where the ego persists, they remain self-serving, whatever else they resemble. Drawing on the Bhagavad Gita’s vision of the sage who sees a Brahmin, a cow, and an outcaste with equal eyes, this piece explores why true compassion is never particular — and how to tell purity apart from mere numbness.
Summa Iru: Formal Renunciation for The Dissolution of the False Self
All my life I have been ending ignorance — reading, thinking, writing, seeking. Now the loose ends are nearly tied. Come July 16, my 62nd birthday, it will be summa iru: not a thing I choose, but what happens when the false self, strung together from my relationships, finally dissolves. The more I carve out this “Me Time,” the more I begin to disappear. Nothing defines me; nothing tells me who I am. And so the old question arises almost naturally — “Who am I?” — a question one can sit with, alone, and stand a very good chance of answering.