Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.

  • 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…

  • International Tea Day

    International Tea Day

    December 15th was the International Tea day.   While coffee is my religion, tea is my comforter.   Having read about the great British tea institution. (The 4pm tea and cucumber sandwich.) Last international tea day, I had one look at the tepid, insipid English tea and grabbed my cutting chai to atone for it.…

  • With Grace.

    With Grace.

    Women’s Web and Naturals salon invite blogpost on natural beauties.. In the tradition of the mango meadows I wanted my article to be concise and comprehensive; in case we have to go by a word count I would replace the concise and comprehensive with a single word compendious. Not bad it does sound quite Tharoorish……

  • Mothers On The Mom

    Mothers On The Mom

    It’s Friday so breakfast is with mom, over telephone of course. My mom is commenting on the new advertisement of some refrigerator, the tag line is,”maa hoon” this has made her angry. Amma’s stand is very clear, she says the advertisements work on  subconscious, kitchen mom is incharge, so much so women have become territorial…

  • On Blind dates, and Destination Bucket Lists.

    On Blind dates, and Destination Bucket Lists.

    Honest answer to this question is because I am “Curiouser and curiouser!” ― Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland Nothing to satisfy curiosity of other Homosapiens like travelling Every time I read a travel related book I am inspired like reading “Asterix and the banquet” the thought of travelling round picking up delicacies and having a banquet sounds…

  • A stranger in my head

    A stranger in my head

    Going to Mango meadows is basically about meeting some familiar faces. It reinforces the awareness that one is technically alive. Most people have secret journals,  then there people who purposefully stomp with their multihued “Yoga” or “cargo” pants and earphones in place down the  “ratha beedhi” the car street for the pedestrian street which is…

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