There are days when I look at the world and wonder whether renunciation is the only sensible response to it. Days when kindness is met with mockery, sincerity with suspicion, and goodwill with indifference. Days when people seem determined to wound whatever remains tender within us. Not because we have harmed them, but because our happiness unsettles them, our faith reminds them of what they have lost, or our very existence becomes a mirror they would rather avoid. On such days, I have often felt drawn towards the idea of walking away. Away from expectations. Away from disappointments. Away from the endless theatre of pride, insecurity and pretence. To leave behind the world of comparison and conflict, and seek refuge instead in silence, solitude and contemplation. Yet whenever this desire reaches its height, another thought quietly presents itself. What if the monastery is not free from human nature? What if monks, too, carry pride, jealousy, resentment and ambition? What if the robes...
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Beyond Financial Independence
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People often speak of financial independence as the highest form of freedom. And certainly, there is dignity in possessing enough to not be cornered by necessity, to not have one’s spirit chained to survival alone. I too have always desired that freedom: not for luxury, but so that thought itself remains unconstrained by financial fear. Yet if I am honest, another freedom has always appeared far more profound to me. Social independence. The ability to exist without continuously reconstructing oneself to satisfy society’s imagination of what a person should be. Because society does not merely impose rules. It manufactures personalities. It rewards certain temperaments, certain ambitions, certain performances of masculinity and femininity, certain definitions of success, certain emotional expressions, certain lifestyles, certain rhythms of existence. And slowly, without realising it, people begin editing themselves into socially digestible versions. Not because they are false, but becaus...
The Art of Letting Go: On Making Peace With Someone Leaving
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How do you let go? How do you make peace with someone leaving? It’s a question that doesn’t feel theoretical when you’re the one holding the silence they left behind. At first, we don’t really let go. We hold on quietly, not to them, but to the story we built around them...the warmth, the laughter, the fragile certainty that maybe they’d stay. We keep turning old words over in our minds, the way you’d turn a seashell in your hand, listening for something that isn’t there anymore. Somewhere along the way, the mind starts to understand what the heart refuses to accept: love isn’t always about staying. Sometimes it’s about recognising that the season has passed, even if you’re still standing in the field. And it hurts, deeply, because part of you is still waiting for them to return, to explain, to love you again as you remember. But love, real love, was never about holding them hostage to your hope. It was about seeing them fully - even in leaving - and choosing not to turn that int...
The Crisis of Meaning in the Age of Multiplicity: A Philosophical Inquiry
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The Crisis of Meaning in the Age of Multiplicity: A Philosophical Inquiry Abstract We live in an age overflowing with choices, but strangely hollow in conviction. The more we seem to know, the less grounded we feel. This piece is not an attempt to solve the riddle of meaning, but to sit beside it for a while—to listen to its shifting voice across time.I’ve turned, in this piece, to the restlessness of existential thought, the scattered vision of the postmodern world, and the quiet, enduring clarity offered by Indian traditions—not to explain meaning, but to feel around its absence. Coherence, once held like a thread, now slips often between our fingers. Maybe meaning was never truly missing. Maybe it’s just been muffled—buried under the noise we’ve come to accept as normal. If philosophy has any place today, perhaps it begins not with a bold claim, but with a long, honest silence. I. Introduction To live today is to be constantly offered new ways to be, to do, to define the self. ...
Chasing Profession, Becoming Nothing
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A Philosophical Essay on Shunyavaad: The Doctrine of Disappearing Selves In an age of relentless ambition and performative existence, a quiet tragedy unfolds: the evaporation of essence. We chase professions like moths toward manufactured light—drawn by the glow of titles, salaries, and societal applause—only to find ourselves scorched by the very fire that promised fulfilment. In the pursuit of becoming something, we become nothing. This is the anguished nucleus of Shunyavaad, a personal philosophy born of observation, introspection, and existential fatigue. Shunyavaad, from the Sanskrit śūnya—meaning void—is not nihilism, nor an indictment of labour. Rather, it is an appeal to preserve the self from being devoured by the roles we are rewarded to play. It questions the quiet violence inflicted upon our souls in the name of structure, professionalism, and success. We live in an era where being busy is glorified, and being whole is forgotten. The child who once marvelled at dragon...