Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.

  • Can You hear me Mr.Gandhi?

    Can You hear me Mr.Gandhi?

    To RajyaLeela-Bramhabruvahna Gandhi. Cc          .Pradhana Sevak I am the citizen who you want to so desperately want to represent in the Parliament. Before ridiculing Mr.Modi’s statement that he the pradhana sevak understand what he is saying. You are not a leader, you are a representative. You there because the- rest of us put you there…

  • A Reason for Treason.

    A Reason for Treason.

    The morning sounds of a typical southern house was on. Mallamma making coffee,  her husband who in a rural set up would have been called “Aiyaa’ (these days it was “Saar ” or “Sirji” depending on where he was stationed, or where his children were stationed) going through “The Hindu”. Now Mallamma was very diligent…

  • A skink in my kitchen

    A skink in my kitchen

    It was a lazy afternoon, I played hooky from 91 springboards, and Dr.D had just left for the academic arena called the university. I thought it was a great time to sip my coffee, brewed just right my glasses perched strategically so that it would hamper my reading, yet I felt very intellectual gazing at…

  • The Bedmaker’s Help

    The Bedmaker’s Help

    During the Landmark’s Forum’s SELP program, I declared myself  as, ”infinite possible” so  BlogAdda decides to challenge my infinite possibilities. It was invent words last week, it is invent gadgets this week. Hmm. What is the one thing that needs to be done every day but I don’t feel like doing it all? I do…

  • To Err Is Human To Purr Is Feline

    To Err Is Human To Purr Is Feline

    Not going to 91 springboard has its ill effects, it means, no coffee and no coffee translates to a gnawing head ache and a gnawing headache makes me feline. That is when Chits called me to ask, ”Hey Chats and I were wondering if you would like to join us for a movie after all…

  • Of Itches and Etches.

    Of Itches and Etches.

    I am awaiting my train on platform 2 of Madgaon konkan railway. It is quite frustrating to coordinate the trains arrival departure. It could be a great idea to get into whichever train that comes instead of rotting on the station.   It’s quite frustrating. Part of me, wants to snooze, but part of me…

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