Tag: Philosophy

When Philosophy Meets Poetry and Laughter


Schopenhauer once wrote that there are only two real escapes from the suffering of existence: asceticism and art. In my own life, I touch both paths. I live simply, asking little of the world, yet I seek refuge in songs, laughter, poetry, and the wisdom of philosophy. These moments of art dissolve the restlessness of desire, as if time pauses and the weight of striving falls away. Between simplicity and beauty, I find not escape, but a quiet harmony with life itself.

Layers of Truth – Philosophical Debate between Perspective Mapper & Sam, Mediated by Claude.ai


Is truth layered or singular? In this voice-led dialogue, Ranjit argues for levels of truth—conventional to ultimate—drawing on Vedanta, Buddhism, and lived context. Sam insists on “naked” nonduality: in the absolute, neither love nor compassion can arise because there is no second. Both concede a paradox: ultimate reality must speak through dual words, bodies, and choices. Meeting people where they are (upaya) becomes the bridge. Sartre’s freedom, Shankara’s clarity, and Christ’s command to love surface as touchstones. Finally, they converge: truth may be one, yet when it moves through the relative world, its authentic signature is love and compassion. Naturally.

The Simple Truth of Advaita


Advaita Vedānta insists that Truth is not complex but startlingly simple. It is not an achievement to be won, but the ever-present awareness in which body, mind, and world appear. Yet we miss it: the weak intellect assumes it is too difficult and looks away; the strong intellect insists it cannot be so simple and keeps objectifying it. Like mistaking a rope for a snake, our confusion persists until the obvious shines forth—I am that awareness itself. The simplicity is disarming only because it was never hidden.

Beyond Meditation: Ashtavakra and Advaita’s Deeper Call


In the Ashtavakra Gītā, two seemingly opposite statements puzzle many: “The practice of meditation keeps one in bondage” (1.15) and “When a weak man gives up meditation he falls prey to whims and desires” (18.75). Advaita Vedānta resolves this by distinguishing between dhyāna (technique-based meditation) and nididhyāsana (natural abidance in Self). For the immature seeker, meditation steadies the mind. For the mature knower, clinging to meditation sustains duality. Liberation is not attained by practice but by knowledge, effortlessly lived.

A Journey from Worldly Noise to the Quiet of Consciousness


I no longer seek guidance from heart or mind, for both belong to the restless play of duality. Instead, I turn inward, where Advaita Vedanta reveals the true relief of emptiness: the Self as pure awareness, untouched by sorrow or delight. Solitude is not misanthropy but clarity—a freedom from humoring the world’s illusions. To abide in stillness is to realize that the knower of light and darkness is itself eternal.

On Watching The Bengal Files: A “Complex Truth”


Watching Bengal Files reminded me of an old debate topic: “Truth is Complex.” The film doesn’t just depict communal carnage; it forces us to confront the deeper, persistent reality of violence. From history’s atrocities to the everyday sharp word or dismissive gesture, violence is not an exception—it is the undercurrent of human life. As Krishnamurti said, even separating ourselves by religion or nationality is a subtle form of violence. The movie, in its raw way, pushes us to ask: can truth ever be simple?

“Responsibility” Towards This World: Is the “awakened one” accountable to the world, or is it all God’s play?


When awakening strikes, the question often arises: does greater consciousness demand greater responsibility? A friend suggested that finding God is not freedom but a burden—an obligation to guide others. My response, echoing Ramana Maharshi and Nisargadatta Maharaj, is that the world itself is God’s doing, and the roles of both Jnani and Ajnani are part of that play. No “integration” is needed between ego and the Absolute—they were never separate. What remains is simple: God alone acts, through every form.