Tag: Writing

A “Love-Thy-Neighbour” Economy (LTN): a model for growth, flourishing, and enoughness


What if economics were grounded not in endless growth or class struggle, but in the simple command: “Love thy neighbour as thyself”? A “Love-Thy-Neighbour Economy” would place human dignity, solidarity, and stewardship at the centre of production and exchange. Rather than chasing GDP alone, it would measure success through health, education, meaningful work, and community trust—closer to Bhutan’s Gross National Happiness than to Wall Street’s indices. Growth might appear slower on paper, but the gains in resilience, fairness, and joy could be far greater. Thinkers from Aristotle to Amartya Sen, Marx to Martha Nussbaum, Gandhi to E.F. Schumacher, all in different ways gestured toward such a vision: economics as a means to human flourishing. It is not utopia; elements already exist in cooperatives, wellbeing budgets, and community care systems. What remains is the will to weave them together around love as our moral compass.

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.

“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.

Madhushala (The Tavern) by Harivansh Rai Bachchan (English rendering in verse)


This English translation of Harivansh Rai Bachchan’s Madhushala brings alive the timeless poetry of life, death, and the eternal joy of the tavern. Through 100 stanzas, the poem explores the dance of wine, laughter, and philosophy—celebrating freedom, courage, and the spirit of living fully. The tavern becomes a metaphor for life’s impermanence, and the wine, a symbol of unending joy and inner awakening. Experience the lyrical journey in this complete, rhythmic rendering.

Who Am I?

The Real Problem: “Who am I?”


The author reflects on being labeled a “psychopath” and feeling ridiculed, emphasizing that self-identity can lead to suffering. Regardless of misunderstanding, they advocate for seeking one’s true identity through contemplation to escape crises linked to perceived separateness. They suggest mental renunciation and introspection as paths to understanding nondual truth.