The Measure of the Experience

A particular quote from the show The West Wing has been playing in my head recently. A priest is talking to the President about Christian faith and he says: “In my religion, the entire religious experience ended on a cross, but that was not the measure of the experience; that was just how it ended.”Continue reading “The Measure of the Experience”

Life is suffering…tee hee ha ha

The universe could certainly use some fine tuning, maybe this is the beta version we are currently experiencing. When your loved one dies suddenly, you don’t get the courtesy of a warning. No memo, no flashing lights, no smoke signals. Kedar’s death brought about a mountain of sorrow and a strange silence. My life andContinue reading “Life is suffering…tee hee ha ha”

Atmanirbhar Bhava

India is a land where life is celebrated. Hindu culture has festivals for everything and practically everyone. It seems to me that Hindu festivals fall largely into one of three categories – societal victory (whether in war or harvest), familial bonds, and celebrating our pantheon of gods and goddesses.  It makes sense that humans evolvedContinue reading “Atmanirbhar Bhava”

An unfinished life

“An unfinished painting can sometimes be more beautiful than a finished one”. These words were said by a friend in response to another friend’s lamentations that the painting she loved and bought when it was only half done feels very mediocre as a finished product. We recently lost a close family friend to suicide, aContinue reading “An unfinished life”

Your life is more than this moment

It’s been one year since my mother passed away. Seems scarcely believable, it was just yesterday that she was here with us. I have learnt so much this year about life, people, emotions, and faith. None of these lessons were sought after or desired, yet perhaps, for that very reason, were sorely needed.  Perhaps theContinue reading “Your life is more than this moment”

Everything I do, I do it for…ME

One of my favourite essays is “What is Man” by Mark Twain. He wrote this over a long period of time, and finally published it anonymously in 1906, so afraid was he of the reception it would receive. The primary tenent of the essay is that Man is a machine, with no original thought, noContinue reading “Everything I do, I do it for…ME”