Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.
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Writing Right Retreat
Noololyako chenni, noololyako the base voice of the singer was crooning. Asking his glamorous lady love, why doesn’t she spin? “ratiyillelo jaana ”she replies, that she needs a spinners wheel…the dialogue goes on in the nasal twang of the folk singers. Once upon a time these singers would never enter Durbar-e-khaas. But the song is…
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A Crappy Affair
World toilet day The UN has declared Nov.19th as the world Toilet day. We have lived and grown up with toilets, of course during our younger days when we travelled we never used public toilets since we were worried about hygiene with the advent of pay toilets those are taken care off too. The impact…
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Buddy The Elf & Crime Junkies.
The telephone rang like an accusation. Not a polite ring, not a missed-call courtesy, but a shrill, bell-ridden insistence, as if someone had wired December directly into the receiver. It was the kind of ringing that demanded to be answered immediately, without context, without caution. On National Crime Junkie Day, ignoring a ringing phone felt…
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MC the BodhiJivi
FROM GODHIJIVI TO BHODIJIVA: THE TROPHY DISCIPLE MC’s story began the way all great tragedies begin: with purity, innocence, and a mother so central to his existence that the phrase “mother is his life partner” wasn’t metaphorical—it was a lifestyle. Godhiji wasn’t just the emotional core of the household; she was the gravitational field that…
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Govind Shauri: The Adult Within.
“A great adult isn’t dependent on a healed child. Like Krishna, we write a new adult story—growing, choosing, and awakening long before divinity is discovered.”
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Gods Checked Out and Tourists Checked In…
December arrives loudly—tourists swarm, gods flee, fares skyrocket, and social media demands reflection. I, however, treat the past as compost and tiptoe through the chaos with dark humour.
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Quiet Heroes, above and below the ground.
December 5th celebrates quiet heroes—ninjas, volunteers, and the living soil—honouring ingenuity, compassion, and the Earth’s foundation in a day of subtle, transformative resilience.
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The Battle of Arni
“I’m Carnatic—the forgotten ghost of southern memory—watching Arni’s cannons echo into today, reminding you that names shape history long after empires vanish.”
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