Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.

  • Blame it on Bhaang!

    “I’m pledging to #KhulKeKheloHoli this year by sharing my Holi memories atBlogAdda in association with Parachute Advansed.” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gPMjKIUNGDI Parchute and BlogAdda and media have declared Holi as one of India’s happiest festival. Well, that depends, on Your concept of India Your concept of Happiness. For me Holi is a festival of dread. One reason being it is the…

  • On Murthal

    On Murthal

    Originally posted on The Woman Inc.: by Meha Khanduri This article nearly never got written because as I start to write on the issue I start seeing red. When India was raptly watching students of a prestigious university go through a long drama of whether slogan shouting students had committed sedition or not…rampaging mobs were…

  • Traffic Woes — the other side of the story.

    Traffic Woes — the other side of the story.

    #Sushant Forever,#GoaCan When I first saw the poster I was kind of sceptic, I mean what’s the big deal. When GoaCan invited me for a panel discussion on road accidents I went there since it is a bugbear in my space. The event for sponsored by Sushant forever. I discovered that Sushant Naik was a…

  • In the Quest of Happiness

      #Happiness, What does happiness mean to me? do I go looking for happiness? Let me answer the second question first, no i do not go looking for happiness.  There is an interesting quote from Abraham Lincoln which I really like “Folks are usually about as happy as they make their minds up to be.”…

  • Who does the laundry?

    Bring up Bachelors… ‘Mom! Where are my fresh socks?’ ‘Didi! Why didn’t you scrub my shirt’s collar? It’s still grimy!’ ‘Dad! If you see mom ask her to keep my football uniform ready, I need it tomorrow!’ #ShareTheLoad the conversations quotes above have never happened in my house. be at my parents or at my…

  • Lets Wash The Dirty Linen.

    #ShareTheLoad “Few tasks are more like the torture of Sisyphus than housework, with its endless repetition: the clean becomes soiled, the soiled is made clean, over and over, day after day. The housewife wears herself out marking time: she makes nothing, simply perpetuates the present … Eating, sleeping, cleaning – the years no longer rise…

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