Philosophy
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I engage with reality through evidence, not faith. This is not rebellion, nor contrarianism, but intellectual consistency. Claims that cannot be observed, tested, or falsified lack explanatory value. The universe functions without intention, morality, or purpose. It operates through matter, energy, and their interactions. Anything asserted beyond this remains speculation. Nature is indifferent. Stars form
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The oldest philosophical debates are not found in abstract treatises, but in the crucible of human crisis. The Sāmaññaphala Sutta, one of Buddhism’s earliest and most vital records, is a testament to this. It begins not with a sermon, but with a king who cannot sleep. King Ajātasattu of Magadha walks his palace terrace under
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For much of history, power was understood as possession. To rule meant to command land, labour, resources, or trade. Political authority followed material dominance, and global order could be explained by who controlled what. That logic shaped empires, revolutions, and ideologies. It no longer explains the world we inhabit. Today, economists speak of debt, inflation,
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Throughout history, human societies have developed frameworks to explain what lay beyond their understanding. Before the rise of science, events like storms, plagues, or the changing seasons were often explained not through impersonal processes, but through will and intention. This was a coherent first step: assigning agency was a way to impose a story on
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Modern science is often divided into disciplines—physics for particles, chemistry for reactions, biology for life. Yet beneath these apparent separations lies a single, unifying principle that governs matter, cells, life, and the universe itself: From subatomic particles to living cells, the interaction and controlled movement of opposite charges create matter, bonds, energy, and life itself.
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We often mistake composure for calm. We see a placid surface and assume a still depth. But in Angela Merkel’s story, her famed restraint was not the absence of feeling; it was the vessel that held it. Reading her memoir Freedom, what strikes me is not her patience, but the potent friction that patience concealed
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Poem by Maq Masi Māyā’s illusion leads the mind astray, What seems so true soon fades away. Moh grips the present in a silent hold, While Lobh dreams futures bought and sold. Kām is thirst, a restless stream, No wave can quench its aching dream. Krodh strikes blind when will is denied, And Ahankār shrinks
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Life is both the simplest of truths and the deepest of mysteries. An animal does not wrestle with the question of how to live. It is born, it breathes, it dies — a circle drawn quietly in time and space. We, too, are born and die, yet between those two points we weave countless meanings.
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Why are we so often trapped? And by whom? The answer is not only in the deceiver’s hand, but in our own. We are trapped because of blind trust, unchecked attachment, and the comforting story we tell ourselves about those we love or admire. We are trapped by the sibling we assume will be fair,
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Rahul was a mechanical engineer, working a steady nine-to-five job at a reputable firm. The salary was good, the benefits comfortable, yet every evening, he returned home with a gnawing emptiness. Life felt mechanical—wake, work, return, sleep, repeat. The glow of his computer screen, the hum of machinery, the endless reports—it all left him drained,
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