Breaking away
Outside his filthy world of hatred there was an ocean of love. But to swim in it he had to spread his wings and fly over his own demons Continue reading Breaking away
Outside his filthy world of hatred there was an ocean of love. But to swim in it he had to spread his wings and fly over his own demons Continue reading Breaking away
He lifted the sword cried out “Kill Them All”. His pursuit of religion and faith was transforming him into the devil himself. Continue reading The birth of the Devil
Sing; Dance; Fly; Laugh; Run; act funny; cry aloud; He was a Kid again; people loved it & followed him; The world became a better place Continue reading Kid
They were humiliated for being the first; alienated for standing up & imprisoned for breaking norms; but in the end the world followed them Continue reading The Progressive
But here, as at other times, in my life, I dare not purchase peace with a lie. An imperious necessity forces me to speak the truth, as I see it, whether the speech please or displease, whether it brings praise or blame. That one loyalty to truth I must keep stainless, whatever friendships fail me or human ties be broken. She may lead me into wilderness, yet I must follow her; she may strip me of all my love, yet I must pursue her, though she slay me, Yet will I trust her; and I ask no other epitaph on my tomb but “she tried to follow the truth”
These are the words of Annie Besant, the prominent theosophist and President of the Theosophical Society in pre independent India.
As she moved away from atheism into theosophy after meeting with Madam Blavatsky (Helena Blavatsky) she stunned many of her friends and admirers including like bernard shaw, Charles Bradlaugh and others.
Continue reading “Annie Besant – she tried to follow the truth”
She tripped & fell on the table; he apologized to all. He turned & told sorry to her as well; His killer looks; her eyes were stuck on him. Continue reading Looks!
It was not his choice, nor did he know if it was intentional, but once it happened he was left with no choice other than fight to survive Continue reading Born
Yes; that is what I have been last few weeks. The 1.5 hours Bart trips daily connects me with characters inside the train and in the books that give me company. Here are a few titles I read and some I tried and could not complete.
After the fun filled Chetan Bhagat feast earlier, I decided to trysome more of the Indian English writers, the books I had carried with me form my last India trip. But sadly both the books I read did not take me beyond 40 pages and I think it was more like people trying to cash in on a newly found wave for fame and money. Though very disappointing Continue reading “The Transit Reader”
He looked at her & she looked at him; Their colors were different; But the fact of life is that beauty did not have any colors Continue reading Beauty
They fled prosecution, only to find themselves more entangled in red tapes binding the immigration laws run by an over paranoid authority Continue reading Asylum