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The Crisis of Meaning in the Age of Multiplicity: A Philosophical Inquiry

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

  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...