The Island

The pressure was unbearable. It felt as if everything will crush into nothing. I raised my head and looked around only to see thousands of heads swarming in every direction. Everyone was pushing forward. I tried to remember what happened, how I got there but couldn’t recall anything. All I had was this unexpected and unimaginable situation to deal with.

Where was everyone going? Why was everyone eager to leave? Continue reading

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God of Sparrows

Summer of April is always better than the summer of May and the latter is always better than summer of June. Summer of July is worst, it burns the synthetic fabric which then melts and gets stuck to the vest and leave its colour there, like a stamp of authority, as if the vest belongs to the shirt, as if the shirt forgets who’s its master for a while in the heat of the sun.

There’s a reason why cotton is costlier than synthetic, it minds its own business, doesn’t interfere in anyone else’s business, doesn’t get attached to any other fabric. Cotton is the buddha of the fabric universe. Continue reading

5000 Seconds

One year and five months. Approximately eighty-three minutes. Five Thousand Seconds.

Last week, this website reached a total click count of five thousand. Five thousand seconds of hitting enter on a keyboard after typing muktimantra.com or after clicking a google search link that brought someone to this website.

I wonder if they liked what they read here. Did it make them think? What were their thoughts about? Continue reading

Being : ‘Timeless’

Once upon a time there were two beggars who begged together and ate exactly the same food everyday. One had two bowls and the other had just one. The beggar with two bowls divided his food into bitter and sweet. He could do so because he had two bowls, one to collect bitter food, one to collect sweet food. The man with one bowl naturally mixed the bitter and sweet together. As time passed, the beggar with two bowls grew thinner and thinner, while the beggar with one bowl remained healthy. At last, the beggar with the two bowls saw his death approaching, and asked the other in desperation about his vitality and vigor. Continue reading

Being : ‘Born’

Birth is a magical moment, not only for the mother and the child, but for the entire creation. Existence is because of the process of being born and it is our birthright to inquire about it, about life, about what it is all about. We should be acceptable to change at every step of our lives because change is what happens at the very beginning of the process of birth. But, people choose to ignore the change. If you are going through a change, people will disapprove you, even the closest ones, your friends, family, everyone will try to tell you that you are wrong. In all this opposing, condemning and dilemma, the strength of the single individual is lost. Majority of the people around you will provide arguments from the religion, the society. You will always be doing things with minority support, and when majority is against you, it is going to take revenge. It will tell you, “If you had not done this, you could have done that. If you had not chosen this, you could have chosen that. But you are a fool, you won’t listen. Now suffer. Now repent.” Continue reading

Being : ‘Alive’

A couple of hours ago, I had a very heated argument with someone, who is closest to me in terms of understanding me the way I am, about the idea of being alive and having independence to choose one’s death as well. The subject can be argued both emotionally and logically. If we can faithfully ponder over these four questions we can solve all the confusion which is created by the idea of dying, or to be put more precisely, the idea of choosing to die. What it means to live? What it means to die? What it means to die while we are still alive? What it means to live even after our death? Continue reading

Being : ‘Sidhharth’

Man is made of the stuff called love, and its true for the existence as well. The whole existence is nothing but the love energy, in a thousand and one forms. Its expressions are millions and love can be expressed in million ways, even sometimes in such ways where you cannot imagine how love can be. Once you realize that everything is the form of love, it is foolish to wait. If one is going to love, then why wait? Why suffer unnecessarily? Continue reading