Posts from the philosophy category.
There’s something unsettling about watching a man get exactly what he prayed for.Not because success is frightening. But because sometimes it arrives like a beautifully wrapped gift with a slow fuse hidden inside.That was the feeling that stayed with me while reading Blight of the Ivory by Yudhishthir Singh. Not loud horror. Not theatrical darkness. Something quieter. Like a ceiling fan turning in...
There is something quietly unsettling about birthdays once you cross a certain age. The cake is still sweet, the candles still flicker, but beneath the ritual there is an inventory being taken. What did I become this year? What slipped away unnoticed?That is the emotional temperature of Birthday Stories, curated by Haruki Murakami — not festive, not nostalgic in a sentimental way, but introspectiv...
There is a particular kind of silence that follows the collapse of something once believed to be eternal. Not the thunder of war, but the quieter, more dangerous hush — the kind that settles into abandoned halls, unsettled bloodlines, and inherited guilt. In The Shattered Empire, Atul Arjun Mohite chooses to begin there. Not at the height of glory, but in the aftermath of certainty.The thousand-ye...
I set out to study the enemy. And I found it deep within.Just kidding - a co-ordinated campaign to market a fundamentally different ideology and set of beliefs to people who neither asked for it nor wanted it. May offer some explanation of how we landed up in this quagmire. Of course the people take some blame for this - but just like Facebook meddling in places where they have no business meddlin...
I began Kalpvriksha: The God’s Code on a quiet evening when the house had finally exhaled — lights dim, phone face down, the kind of silence that feels earned. I expected a thoughtful mythological read. I didn’t expect the book to look back at me the way it did, calmly, almost knowingly, as if it had been waiting for this exact moment in human history to speak.We live in a time obsessed with accel...
“Ekad baa”..I called my daughter “come this side” as she was strolling all over in the train to explore it. I was calling her repeatedly and this word stuck in my head. Me being an over thinker, the thoughts lingered for no reason.Ekad Ba - in Kannada ( north slang) - come this side Ee kadea Ba - in Kannada ( Bangalore / south slang ) come this side Eekade Yeaa - in Marathi- ( come this side)Ika...
What happens when evil no longer needs to announce itself, and belief stops being about surrender and starts becoming a transaction?That question sits at the heart of Aghori of Manikarnika 2: The Trident of Shiva, and it lingers long after the story moves on. I didn’t close this book feeling entertained; I closed it feeling quietly confronted, as if something ancient had observed me without judgme...
Some books announce themselves with a thesis. This one arrived like humidity on skin — quiet, unavoidable, already inside the room before I knew it. I was reading, but I was also standing on a riverbank at night, ash cooling, water moving, the world refusing to pause for grief. That opening feeling never really left me. Dhara doesn’t ask for attention. It assumes you will eventually slow down enou...
The first time I paused while reading Beyond Love, it wasn’t because a line demanded applause. It was quieter than that. I found myself staring at the faint smudge on my Kindle screen, the kind you only notice when your mind slips away from words and wanders inward. That’s when I realised this book wasn’t asking to be read. It was asking to be felt. Slowly. Honestly. Maybe even a little uncomforta...
The first thing Brahma-Patra made me do was slow down. Not metaphorically. Physically. I remember reading the opening pages late at night, phone dimmed, the room quiet except for a ceiling fan slicing the air, when I realised my thumb had stopped its impatient scroll. This wasn’t a book that wanted to be consumed. It wanted to be sat with. Like a letter you don’t open in one go, because you know o...
