BEING AND BECOMING

Let it burn the ashes of what we may know, the whispers of what we may hope, and what we can do. Our habit of doing meddles with the blossoming of presence. Presence fills my heart with incredible silence, the substratum of our being is the silent bliss. Let's witness its poesis; Its dynamic non-becoming. Our thinking is the veil, covering the oceanic flow of grace. Be kind to the fleeting cows, they will settle down to their own place. Be gentle to the terrifying storms, it will return to its kind composure. In absence of trust, mind and heart are separated. One is covered with the mysteries of questions; the clouds of ignorance. Other one remains a witness to ordeals and lies; their impossible possibilities. In the presence of grace, duality of me and other evaporates, like water droplet into the clouds. Be kind to your mind, it longs for the union with the faith. Faith inheres in the cosmic soul of presence. Witness! O Witness Consciou...

You and Me is in search of essence have travelled every path of familiarities. But the essence of essence escapes  the imagined cage of perception and conception. Our quest is to fulfill the ego already filled in, like sands in a bowl of memory. We climb the ladder of name to mirror the familiar with its superficial familiarity; Like a family of Narcissus projecting its shadow to fill in the hollowness of its vanity. Behold your hollowness of familiarity and witness the estrangement of the ego.  It melts down in contact of love. Its empty space is that silent dwelling place of communion of self and the Truth. The circular dynamics of self is like a cycle of time. It moves but go nowhere.   The hope of dawns is buried in the despair of nights.  The path of clarity converges into the veil of obscurity. Only unqualified love saves the damnation of essence; rescues it from the scholasticism and profundity. How simple it is to accept what is! Yet, how difficult it is...

किसका किस्सा कैसी बातों में तुम उलझते हो मेरे मन? तेरे डोर में उलझी हुई हर बात का इतना ही मोल है कि जैसे तुम एक पानी का बुलबुला हो जिसके मकसद उस कटी पतंग जैसा है जिसकी उड़ान बेतरतीबी की हदों को अनुभव कर चुका है तेरा हर एक उड़ान इस बात का गवाह रहा है कि तेरे पंख हवा से बातें कर जमीं पर ही लौट जाते हैं तेरा शोहरत एक दिन मज़ार बन जायेगा जिसके नींद के इर्दगिर्द सपनों का कारवां घूमता फिरेगा तुम्हारे पेशानी पे जो ये लकीरें हैं वो बता रही है की तुम अभी अभी जिम्मेदार बने हो तेरे जिम्मे कुछ खुशियाँ कुछ ग़म मिलेंगे उसके सहारे उम्र तो कट ही जायेगी बस यादों के बक्से से निकाल कर  तुम शीशे में ख़ुद को झांकते रहना एक अजनबीपन का एहसास तुम्हें जिंदा रखेगा आजतक तुम्ही तुम अनजान रहे हो तो जाने-पहचाने नाम का क्या करना? और जाने-पहचाने रिश्तों से क्या वास्ता? तेरा तुझसे रिश्ता कुछ कदर है जैसे एक मन अपने सपने को देखता है जैसे एक चकोर चाँद को तकता रहता है जैसे एक धड़कन दिल से जुड़ा रहता है

Trust is the bedrock for strong relations and stable society, and the culture of suspicion does not allow the cementing of trust. The project of enlightenment as expounded by Immanuel Kant in 1784 was meant to question the lazy slumber from which humanity suffers, therefore, remains under the tutelage or dependence over others. He was exemplifying a culture of questioning and the spirit of inquiry to improve the arts, sciences, morals, and politics but not at the quest of ravishing the trust. In fact, he was against the dogmatic belief which belies the spirit of critical inquiry. Mahatma Gandhi, to the contrary, believed that criticism breeds violence, therefore, it is better to constantly experiment one's moral conviction about the truth and to bring it into the practice. Others may follow the such practices if such actions are morally worthy to be followed. These two methods of life appear to be contradictory, which are often rephrased into a binary of faith versus suspicion, or ...

Trust the unknown path unfolding within you Every step is destiny Every breath is life Arrival is a mistake Departure is a myth Path is moving like time It moves but go nowhere Its rhythmic dance creates and engulfs Its own progeny  It has no beginning and no end Time is Life It was and it will be forever We are the stream flowing like rivers We are the ocean and its sublime heart Wonder! Wonder! Wonder!  O my beloved mind The beauty of the world And Its chaotic harmony  Witness O mind the ever present eternity In the movement of breath And the shifting clouds of thoughts

I Introduction This blog explores the foundational concepts of Krishnachandra Bhattacharya’s seminal work, The Subject as Freedom. It examines Bhattacharya’s unique phenomenological and metaphysical approach to subjectivity, defined primarily as the progressive realization of freedom from the "object." By analyzing the stages of subjectivity, bodily, psychic, and spiritual, the blog elucidates how the subject moves from identification with the external world to the pure self-evidence of the "I." The study highlights the distinction between meant and unmeant contents, the role of introspection as a knowing function, and the ultimate realization of the subject as absolute freedom. II The Fundamental Distinction: Subject-Object In Bhattacharya’s philosophy, the starting point of inquiry is the distinction between the "object" and the "subject". The object is defined as that which is "meant," encompassing the contents of sense-perception an...