My initial encounter with the Vishnudharmottara Purana occurred while pursuing a diploma in Indian aesthetics at Ramakrishna Mission, Golpark. Despite...
Hello, friends of literature and lovers of the word! Today, as I sit down to write this on February 21, 2025, I’m thrilled to invite you into a worl...
Natyashastra is not merely a handbook or manual for the art of Theatre; it is a philosophy that speaks of Purushartha (the four aims of human life) wi...
Without further preamble, let us now consider the chapters and topics of the Natya Shastra. For until we know exactly which aspects are being discusse...
No matter how much Sri Krishna directs towards Brahmajnana in the Gita and advises against desiring the fruits of one’s actions, if Arjuna did not f...
Natyashastra is not merely a handbook or manual for the art of Theatre; it is a philosophy that speaks of Purushartha (the four aims of human life) wi...
Without further preamble, let us now consider the chapters and topics of the Natya Shastra. For until we know exactly which aspects are being discusse...
No matter how much Sri Krishna directs towards Brahmajnana in the Gita and advises against desiring the fruits of one’s actions, if Arjuna did not f...
Chapter 1: The Night Journey
The applause had died hours ago, but its echo lingered in the empty auditorium like dust settling after a storm. The cri...
Chapter 2: The Dream of Cards and Dice
The bus station materialized around him at dusk, though he could not remember the journey there. The familiar ...
Chapter 3: The Arithmetic of Exhaustion
Kaurav found himself calculating the days like a prisoner marking time on a cell wall. January 3rd had been t...
Chapter 4: The Question Without Answer
The discomfort had lasted for hours after that first viewing, a persistent ache like hunger or homesickness. A...
Parvati created a son from turmeric paste scraped from her body and ordered him to guard her cave. When Shiva tried to enter, the boy refused passage....
In a temple courtyard in Mumbai, a businessman touches his forehead to a clay elephant and whispers a prayer before signing a contract. Halfway around...
Dividing life into two distinct perspectives is a natural characteristic of any religious philosophy. If we look at examples like Gautama Buddha, Maha...
The Khilafat Movement and Its Legacy in Indian Politics
The Khilafat Movement marked the beginning of political Islam in India, representing early at...
I cannot grasp this bohemian life—Wandering all day, seeking refuge..Sometimes resting upon your shoulders,To find solace, at times I escape into my...
My initial encounter with the Vishnudharmottara Purana occurred while pursuing a diploma in Indian aesthetics at Ramakrishna Mission, Golpark. Despite...
Dreams slip away when I wake up. They dissolve, leaving nothing behind. But some stay, lingering in the mind for years. One such dream was at Sinthee ...
The cold winds of Kashmir carry whispers of an ancient time when its valleys were alive with philosophy, art, and the mystical teachings of Śaivism. ...
In the rich knowledge systems of Vedic traditions, few elements hold as profound a significance as Agni (Fire) and Soma (the sacre...
The colours of my May are as yellow as the golden showers. The 7th of this month, the twenty-fifth day of Boishakh in the Bengali calendar, marked the...
Lately, I find myself surprisingly content—perhaps even fortunate. I experienced the great stillness, that strange gift of witnessing how Brahma mig...
The final bell echoes through the book fair, and silence settles like dust. An artist alone in a hotel room after the curtain falls, packing costumes ...
I haven’t been able to write even ten sentences together for nearly a year. The only thing I managed to write during this time was a letter to my co...
Parvati created a son from turmeric paste scraped from her body and ordered him to guard her cave. When Shiva tried to enter, the boy refused passage....
In a temple courtyard in Mumbai, a businessman touches his forehead to a clay elephant and whispers a prayer before signing a contract. Halfway around...
Dividing life into two distinct perspectives is a natural characteristic of any religious philosophy. If we look at examples like Gautama Buddha, Maha...
The colours of my May are as yellow as the golden showers. The 7th of this month, the twenty-fifth day of Boishakh in the Bengali calendar, marked the...
Chapter 1: The Night Journey
The applause had died hours ago, but its echo lingered in the empty auditorium like dust settling after a storm. The cri...
My initial encounter with the Vishnudharmottara Purana occurred while pursuing a diploma in Indian aesthetics at Ramakrishna Mission, Golpark. Despite...
Chapter 2: The Dream of Cards and Dice
The bus station materialized around him at dusk, though he could not remember the journey there. The familiar ...
Chapter 3: The Arithmetic of Exhaustion
Kaurav found himself calculating the days like a prisoner marking time on a cell wall. January 3rd had been t...
Chapter 4: The Question Without Answer
The discomfort had lasted for hours after that first viewing, a persistent ache like hunger or homesickness. A...
Chapter 5: The Weight of Names
The bus swayed through the Karnataka night, and Kaurav found himself thinking of that evening two years ago when every...
Some stories never really leave us.
They return in new forms, wearing new cloth...
Jul 1749
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In human lives, I have observed three main desires: wealth, power, and knowledge. I have one more—Rasa (The Universal Emotion). This desire is so intense that it can easily overshadow the other three.
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