Literature, Poetry and Songs

Depth

I dug, and dug, for water
Only to find a skeletal another,
Sat down next to him, for a dry company.
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Music & Movies, Poetry and Songs

Why listen to post-rock

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So I recently stumbled upon this great music from Oh Hiroshima! They are a Swedish band specializing in post-rock. I had no idea it was a thing, but it definitely exists, and blows your mind. Perhaps I would not be drooling over it, but I would definitely listen to it on long trips, and wouldn’t mind playing a record when I am jogging, or working on something (like this blog post). It’s amazing how effective it is in helping you tune out.

However, if even for a moment you need to plug-in to the soul of the earth, even if for a fleeting moment if you want to travel to the stars, then there is nothing better than progressive psychedelic rock.

Happy tripping \m/

 

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Art, Humanity, Poetry and Songs

A bad valentine

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My love,  my dearest,
sultry goddess of my red seas
For you I should sail a thousand ships
and feed you the manna from the sky
But I am mortal, a rather incompetent one

So I struggle to tell you how much I adore you,
How my dreams and days converge when you are with me,
I struggle to tell you how I wait for the next meeting with you
But, know this, that I love you, like the last bloom of spring is loved,
Silently, and without drama, lest it might cause it to fall

by Harshad Karmalkar

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Experience, Food, Humanity

History in every bite

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If you think of it, Bun-Maska and Irani chai has such rich human heritage. The brown elixir of chai, that flows down the history lane from China, to the British occupation of India, and finally in the Irani cafes. The bun and butter that is as ancient as human agriculture, and domestication of cattle. And it all comes together when you dip that buttered bread in pani-kam chai. A yummy piece of history in every bite.

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Economics and Politics, Relationships & Families, Society & Culture

Why Comparing Ashoka and Taimur is ridiculous

I see a lot of people indulging in whataboutery over Saif and Kareena’s son being named as Taimur. Their point is, if a lot of Hindus can be named Ashoka, why can’t muslims be named as ‘Taimur’? Here are my reasons why the two are not quite the same.
1) Name Ashoka existed way before the emperor, and its roots can be traced to the tree by the same name. A lot of Indians have named their kids Ashok not because of the emperor, but because of the tradition of this name in Hindu culture.
2) Ashoka has been ‘sanitized’ as a figure of great humility by historians, while his real history is forgotten. Taimur’s history is very much that of a barbaric plunderer, with not even made up stories of his kindness. Thus any attempt to recreate his legacy is provocative.
3) Because people are named Ashoka, it doesn’t mean there should be people named Taimur. If we go by that logic, why don’t we name our kids Stalin, Hitler, or Genghis Khan?
While the parents retain this right of namjng their kids whatever they fancy, its a little strange statement to make in this day and age.
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