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“Dust and supplication cling to my eyes; they are burdened with affliction and disorder.” What made me write this essay Several years after a relationship that once defined the emotional center of my life had ended, I received a message from my former partner. It contained only a single sentence: “You killed me from inside.” There were no explanations, no accusations elaborated, no attempt at dialogue. The statement stood alone — stark, conclusive, unsettling. It did not desc

Relative Share of Power by Different Sectors The redistribution of power among India’s aristocratic and elite formations from 1857 to 2025 reflects a long-term structural transition driven by changes in state form, economy, technology, and legitimacy . Measured as percentage share of total power , this data captures how authority migrated from hereditary and land-based elites to institutional, political, technological, and strategic elites over nearly 170 years. I. Late Colo

Clicked while I was writing this essay Acknowledgement and Context Someone told me to pray and I said that I would listen. I write this essay on my way to Kashi for Uttrayan, to pray to Lord Vishwanath. This essay written in Kafkaesque theme on the book "The Metamorphosis" and is inspired by the song Gone Away by Five Finger Death Punch. Its restrained intensity, its refusal of consolation, and its unadorned confrontation with loss shape the tone of what follows. The Nietzsc

This write-up is a celebration of a great soul, one with whom I never spoke. A few days earlier, I had gone to sleep saying charansparsh, not to him directly, but to the messenger who would convey it while he slept. That night I dreamt of him. I saw myself standing at his feet while he lay on his bed, for true knowledge is absorbed only at the feet of those who embody it. Dreams aren't of exact nature however the themes are certain. I'll take the liberty of a writer in descri

Anger is not destruction but endurance — the force that overcomes despair when all other emotions fall silent.

There is something tragically human about a man speaking to the wind. It is the final act of someone who has nothing left, no messengers, no letters, no paths; only breath. When he whispers “ In nalti ya reeh as-saba, yauman ila ard il-haram, balligh salaami raudatan, feehi an-nabi yul-mohtaram ,” he is not composing a verse; he is sending his soul to travel where his body cannot go.  “ O gentle breeze, if one day you pass through the sacred land, carry my greetings to that b

Napoleon & Josephine France, Army, Josephine Napoleon Bonaparte, one who I consider Ubermensch, the emperor who bent Europe to his will,...

“हमारी कश्ती वहाँ डूबी जहाँ पानी कम था।” – निदा फ़ाज़ली A snapshot from the official video of Bad Wolves : Zombie (...

This essay is one of many that will form part of a series I would like to, half-jokingly, call  “Communistic Capitalism”  — a satirical...

Bootstrapped businesses must focus on cash flow, not just profits. Profit is an accounting number; cash flow is what keeps the lights on. Customer prepayments, subscriptions, and milestone billing help fund operations without loans or investors. Build like a company, not a startup — control cash, deliver value, and scale sustainably.

An Essay on the Beauty, Power, and Moral Philosophy of Iqbal's Shikwa and Jawab-e-Shikwa Sir Allama Muhammad Iqbal (9 November 1877 –...

Sections of the essay will have the following major themes: ·      Traditional Narratives of Marriage : How older generations idealized...

In a world where countless voices compete for our attention, it’s easy for deep ideas to get lost. This blog sets out to be a refuge for...