The be-all and end-all for most people

“What is life as is commonly lived but one of daulat aur aurat.”

Whatever I Say, Whatever I Do

Misunderstanding, just misunderstanding All around, all around me I can scarcely communicate This complex vision of reality This hard-to-understand reality … More

“Everyone in this world is mad”

“My son, everyone in this world is mad. Some are mad for money, some for creature comforts, some for name … More

What Is Life? A Bollywood Song’s Answer – Kya Khabar Kya Pata

A timeless Bollywood gem that reminds us of life’s deepest truth: joy and sorrow are fleeting, but the secret of living lies in transforming pain into laughter, letting go of yesterday, and living for others. A song that whispers wisdom in every line—what is life, after all? Life itself.

Door Hai Kinara – “The shore is far away” (really?!)

Listening to “Door Hai Kinara” today, I felt it speaking to my own journey. The shore often seems far, almost unreachable. But these lines remind me—it isn’t always about distance or struggle. The true shore is found where the heart feels at home. Perhaps that is what life keeps teaching us: sometimes the destination is not “out there,” but right where we choose to accept peace within. A haunting reminder from Bollywood’s golden era—“Door Hai Kinara” tells us the shore may feel distant, yet it is never about geography. The real anchorage lies where the heart finds peace. A boatman’s journey, like our own, ends not where the map says, but where the soul says yes.

“Humse Ka Bhool Huyi” ki hamay janam lena pada – “What mistake did we commit, that we had to be born?”

The correct question to ask is “Humse Ka Bhool Huyi” ki hamay janam lena pada (“What mistake did we commit, … More

You must travel far, O traveler, why do you still sleep?

Kabir Bhajan – Chalna Hai Dur Musafir (the Youtube link to the song at the end) You must travel far, … More

Introspect Thyself

“We are too acutely aware of society’s faults, and too little of our own.”

“Hell is Other People”. No, “To Hell with Other People”

Sartre’s “Hell is other people” reveals how the Other’s gaze traps our freedom. My retort, “To hell with other people,” rejects that entrapment, asserting an inner autonomy beyond judgment. Where Sartre diagnoses entanglement, I offer release — an existential Advaita that dissolves dependence on others’ definitions of self.

Testing AI

In a recent exchange with a friend, we debated whether AI’s poetic output can ever rival human expression. My friend challenged me to test it by letting an AI complete the last lines of my poem The Many Guises. The results surprised us both—not because AI mirrored my inner voice, but because it offered fresh closures that were just as valid, though from a more universal lens. This raises the question: is poetry about authentic self-expression, or is it about opening to perspectives beyond the self? Perhaps we are all but flux, wearing many guises.