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Siddhartha by Hermann Hesse~ A Discovery of Self!

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siddhartha-hermann-hesse This post on the book- Siddhartha, by Hermann Hesse is going to be a post of what I personally came across while reading this book. So, here it goes ๐Ÿ˜Š Happy Reading !! Our own discovery to our inner self is a sweet love affair!! There is no set path that is uniformly applicable to all.  The characters Siddhartha, Govinda, Kamla, Vasudeva clearly depict this in the book. And, I think, that’s the beauty- our own discovery to inner self. Truth is just too intimate, one like Siddhartha has to experiment, keep on learning, keep on moving. The story depicts how Siddhartha lived his choices as a brahmin’s son, then a samana, a rich merchant, Kamala’s lover, ferryman’s student , a grieving father and ultimately a wise ferryman. However, in all the roles that Siddhartha played- he deep inside has only one intention- just to know the Truth :- As Saint Kabir Saheb Ji says- เคฎैं เคฌौเคฐी เคฎेเคฐे เคฐाเคฎ เคญเคฐเคคाเคฐ เคคा เค•ाเคฐเคฃ เคฐเคšि เค•เคฐिเคฏों เคถ्เคฐृंเค—ाเคฐ || (The couplet means that

Your Children are not Your Children!!

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A Midsummer-Night's Dream is a comedy, fantasy fiction play by Shakespeare  written around in 1595 or 1596, the year as wikipedia mentions. midsummer-nights-dream I was just going through the initial act, wherein the character Egeus appears before the duke of Athens- Theseus, asking him to enforce the law against his daughter of either marrying to the person of his choice or hang her to death. No wonder, women since ages, been degraded down as the property of patriarchy set up.  Patriarchy simply derives a lot of  pride in deciding the past, present and future of the daughters. Simply, by exercising control, what is she supposed to do, where she would marry, when and with whom, she is to procreate, whom she is going to spend her entire life with, and so on.  Well! unfortunately, women have just been degraded down to as a bodily element. I sometimes, pity those fathers and all the men,  who are just simply being dragged down by their authoritative and animalistic instincts. They do

The Room on the Roof- Ruskin Bond !! A Journey with Rusty!!

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room-on-the-roof-ruskin-bond Over the past few months, I have not been reading and writing properly. When I say properly, I actually mean my diet of reading, that fills me. That heals the noise within me. And the consequence has turned out to be, of course, not so good. Binge watching has actually slaved me. Okay- enough of complaints. At the back of my mind, I hate complaining but somehow that’s how my ego - little self is, complaining, this is what it does.  binge-watching So, I decided today that I am going to sit back, turn my phone off, and read something light, something light and fulfilling.  And guess what? Like always, I go back to Ruskin Bond. Ruskin Bond’s first novel- The Room on the Roof.  the-room-on-the-roof-ruskin-bond As Ruskin Bond says- its a novel about adolescence by an adolescence, longing for love and family, written out of loneliness. Well! I don’t know my reason to reach out to this novel because i am no longer an adolescent, and i am far far away from the conc

We the Living by Ayn Rand:- "Joy of being alone"

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A long, long time ago I dreamt of wilderness Dreamt of giving up of being Around the crowd, and Running all the way round. Of being all alone, In the middle of long dense trees Whose branches lush and green   The small little forest – my home Where Fruits healed my hunger Where Cool soil guided my sleep In the sweet melodies of canary   I dreamt of joy In being alone And find myself jumping in the rain I dreamt of fear In being alone And find myself curled up Like fetus in the womb of nature   The alarm bell on my phone Asking me to wake up from my dream I wash up my face And move to a window side To supply the fresh air to my inner self A light thunder And I look up at the sky At the clouds turning gray and black Of the clouds scattering and showering sun’s light Of the clouds thundering and pouring down The rain dampens the dry soil & I breathe in the fragrance of petrichor And come back to my room At my desk

We the Living by Ayn Rand- It’s time to sit back and question!!

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One day, or it can be night too. You were just born. How? Well!- biology defines it the meeting of XX or XY chromosome But, chances are your parents tell you- child is a gift of god. And, you wonder- who this god is? They take you to the temple and introduce you to god! Hmm.. And in the name of god- you are supposed to do everything without questioning. Following blindly a set of beliefs It all starts with just a drop of sand But with time, it turns out to be mountain hard & strong Beliefs that could have been questioned once, Now is a living being, so obvious that there is no room left to question Beliefs that only make you a blind follower Follower of ? Follower of a book with structures and rules mentioned in it If you break the rules- you are afraid, you will be left out & suffer If you follow the rules- you suffer, because you don’t know what’s happening all around. I wonder, Who gave this rule book? Who is the author of this book of disci

Journal 6 :- เคฆเคฐ्เคถเคจ เคเคตं Philosophy are not synonyms !! Ever wondered why ?

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They are not synonyms !! เคฎैं เคนเคฎेเคถा เคธे  เคฏे เคฆो เคถเคฌ्เคฆ เคธुเคจเคคी เค†เคˆ เคนूँ – เคญाเคฐเคค เคฆเคฐ्เคถเคจ เค”เคฐ Western Philosophy | เค”เคฐ เคšुเค•ि, เค†เคฎ เคฒोเค—ों เค•ी เคงाเคฐเคฃा เคฎें, เคœो เคชเฅे เคฒिเค–े เคนैं เค‰เคจเคฎे เคญी เคฎैंเคจे เคชाเคฏा เคนै เค•ि เค…เค—เคฐ   เคญाเคฐเคค เคฆเคฐ्เคถเคจ เคฌोเคฒो เคคो "เคฒोเค• เคงเคฐ्เคฎ เคนी เคนोเค—ा" , เคเคธी เคฎाเคจ्เคฏเคคा เคช्เคฐเคšเคฒिเคค เคนै ; เคฎैं เค‰เคจ्เคนें เค•เคนเคคी เคนूँ เค•ि เคฎैं Indian Philosophy เคชเฅ เคฐเคนी เคนूँ |  เค‰เคธ เคจाเคคे เคตो เคฅोเฅœी เคฐूเคšि เคญी เคฆिเค–ाเคคे เคนैं | เค”เคฐ เคฎैं เค‰เคจ्เคนें เค•เคฎ เคธे เค•เคฎ เคตेเคฆांเคค , เค‰เคชเคจिเคทเคฆ् – เค‡เคจ เคถเคฌ्เคฆों เคธे เคนी เคฐूเคฌเคฐू เค•เคฐा เคชाเคคी เคนूँ | เคชเคฐ เคฆเคฐ्เคถเคจ เค”เคฐ philosophy เคถเคฌ्เคฆ เค•ो เค‰เคš्เคšाเคฐिเคค เค•เคฐเคคे เคฆौเคฐाเคจ เคนी เคฎाเคฒूเคฎ เคชเฅœเคคा เคนै เค•ि เค‡เคจ เคฆो เคถเคฌ्เคฆों เค•े เคคाเคฒ – เคฎेเคฒ เคฎें เคคो เค•เคฎी เคนै | We can ’ t consider them as synonyms to each other . เคคो เค…เคฌ เคšเคฒिเค เคซिเคฐ – เค‡เคจ เคถเคฌ्เคฆों เค•ा เค…เคฐ्เคฅ เคฅोเฅœी เค”เคฐ เค—เคนเคฐाเคˆ เคธे เคธเคฎเคเคคे เคนैं | Word etymology เค•े เคœเคฐिเคฏे :- เคœเคนाँ เคนเคฎ เคถเคฌ्เคฆों เค•े origin เค•ो เคธเคฎเค เคชाเคคे เคนैं | Philosophy :- Philo + Sophia Philo means loving , fond of & Sophia means knowledge , wisdom So , basically philosophy means love for knowledge & wisdom . เค…เคฌ เคฆเคฐ्เคถเคจ เคถเคฌ्เคฆ เค•ो เคธเคฎเคเคคे เคนैं – เคฆृเคถ्   เคงाเคคु   เคธे เคฌเคจा เคนै เคฆเคฐ्

Poetry 12:- I know not the road to be taken!!

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Leonardo AI I came out for a ride Unknown of any destination. A ride among the Crowds of a busy city life, Bathing in a pool of dust & soaking in the shrill Sounds of horns & loud noises. I know not, the road to be taken I know not, where to stop by A ride among the streets Some busy, some quiet. Some- where children running & crying, Some where old school bicycles Quietly stand by… A ride dwelling into ting tong bell of the cycle The ringing of that old song on the radio player And those mesmerizing, Smiling eyes of the lone traveller. A ride in the crowded food street corner, Where crowds rejoicing the evening delights. A ride over the highway Looking up at high in the sky, In search of that whistling sound In search of the sun Hiding behind the clouds. I know not the road to be taken I know not where to stop by Until the discovery of row of trees Swinging with the breeze Here, she comes, the orange butterfly, Fluttering around me as if Welcoming me further down the road