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Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.

  • Wither dost thou wander?

    Wither dost thou wander? http://www.firstpost.com/living/hyderabad-shame-how-the-media-framed-innocent-women-699360.html http://articles.timesofindia.indiatimes.com/2013-04-15/people/38555281_1_footage-petition-channels Looks like we take the word revolution quite seriously. The police have turned perpetrator, the media turned vigilante, and the news reporters have taken investigative journalism to newer heights.  Or maybe it is just creative writing There are a few law students from Hyderabad who are taking an online…

  • Much a do about nothing.

    It was an interesting talk on angika abhinaya in the abhijaat festival. The  speakers, Mr.Rajendran and his executor Mrs. Anjana Rajan were very clear that they were sharing a journey  yet Mr. Rajendran in his opening mentioned that he invited question for it meant people understood what was said. A very elite thought. Would the…

  • I dare-because I care

    Mad rage at Media!! “Do you know we are being led to Slaughters by placid admirals & that fat slow generals are getting Obscene on young blood Do you know we are ruled by t.v. ” ― Jim Morrison, An American Prayer Through 22 years of dental practise, I have come across many issues that need our…

  • An autobiography is the s…

    An autobiography is the story of how a man thinks he lived. Herbert Samuel  Autobiography, the story of a person’s life as or written by the person.Yes I know the Gandhi one got on our nerves too, and Nehru’s does not ring true.Daphne du mauriers is right when she says autobiography is self-indulgent. On the…

  • Homecare – bathroom

    Home care – bathroom Everyday after a bath swishing and cleaning the bathroom floor is a routine but one week in the month is dedicated to the detail cleaning. It begins on Monday by throwing out all those news papers stacked there.  Someday before I die I will have one of those really beautiful bathrooms…

  • Haem an’ hearth.

    You must be wondering who I am or which era I belong to. Well I am the collective memory. When anyone thinks of an English country home and hearth and joy I am the picture that they create. Many families have lived in my hearth, few have made them home. If you thought home was…

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