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.

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The Lover of Che and Marx


Samudrala Avinash Rahul Vamshi KrishnaWhat a long name. Does not sound at allLike the name of someoneWho belongs to the … More

Nee illu Ekkado Telusa – “నీ ఇల్లు ఎక్కడో తెలుసా” || Telugu Folk Song 


“నీ ఇల్లు ఎక్కడో తెలుసా?” — Do you know where your true home is? This powerful Telugu folk song cuts through life’s illusions with fearless honesty, addressing the restless human mind directly. You celebrate your house, your family, your wealth — but your real final home, the song reminds us, lies at the cremation ground. You arrived in this world with nothing, and you will leave with nothing.
The song urges the mind not to cling to spouse, children, or siblings — for on the day you depart, even your closest loved ones will hesitate to come near. It questions the endless wrestling over property and possessions, calling them asthi ramu — unstable, impermanent. Fame and status fare no better: “How significant are you in this vast universe? How far does your name really reach?”
Even the body you call your own will one day abandon you. Belonging to the Telugu Vairagya tradition of philosophical folk poetry — echoing saints like Vemana and Kabir — this song does not preach despair. It preaches awakening. Surrender to the eternal, unseen divine, it says, for in a life of total impermanence, that alone is real.

“You Cannot Save a World You’re Still Trapped In” — Nisargadatta Maharaj on Desire, Help, and Liberation


What does it truly mean to help the world? In this piercing dialogue from I Am That, Nisargadatta Maharaj dismantles our noblest intentions — revealing that the urge to save others is itself rooted in the same ignorance that creates suffering. Desire builds worlds; worlds breed pain; and the one who wishes to help is often the one most in need of waking up. From the nature of creation to the limits of avatars and saviours, Maharaj offers something more radical than solutions: a mirror. “Get out of the picture,” he says, “and see whether there is anything left to save.”