Ocean without Shores

Despite all the rich ideological conflicts between us, all agree that there once was a human- the first of us- who wandered in search of his kind and suddenly found love. The story of Adam and Eve is probably the oldest and most fascinating one. However, today's post is not about the story but the kind.  As the fight over color reignited recently, I couldn't stop but wonder about Adam; what color was the first of humans?  Children's books belonging to different regions illustrate Adam accordingly. To some, he may be a blue-eyed blonde, while to others, he embodies more of a bronze skin. But, what if Adam- in reality- was a butch black? Would you wring his neck too? If this comes out to be true, apart from the morally stinking, I fancy that people would not stop calling Adam the father of all humanity. The question here, though, arises that when the color of the father doesn't matter, why are his children divided over the dye their skin wears? The brutal deaths of George

In my previous post, God of ecstasy, I discussed Dionysus and the theory of self-worth. Today's post is an extension of the same concept, however, it's about the occasion when I met power. Before sharing the conversation I had with power, let me just narrate folklore, not from Greek literature but, from Nepal's.  Sharing with you 'Who is the most powerful in N.Sharma's words: '' Once upon a time, there was a powerful mouse king. Drunk with power, he gave himself the airs of a superhuman animal. He had a beautiful daughter. Many young aspirants, representing the mice tribes from all corners of the globe, came to his kingdom to seek his daughter's hand in marriage, but he refused to oblige any of them, for he had determined not to give his daughter away to anyone but the most powerful living being in the universe.  He called a meeting of his courtiers to determine who would be the most fitting suitor for the mouse princess. The courtiers, after long delibe

Greek mythology and its gods have always fascinated me. Many of my previous posts are, in actuality, derived from my conclusions of mythical Greek pieces- which I refer to as the seeker's well. Greek tragedy talks about human beings today. It is as relevant as it ever was. There's a lot to discuss when it comes to this literature, but today's post is dedicated to ecstasy and self-worth, which- by every means- takes us to the humanized notion of euphoria: Dionysus, the god of ecstasy.  Reading Friedrich Nietzsche drove me through many phases of existence, spiritually. People familiar with this name must know the starting of Nietzsche's historical spiritual journey; it was the interest in Greek tragedy- especially the god of ecstasy- that took him away from his orthodox Christian roots and landed him in the seeker's vessel. In his book, Twilight of the idols, Nietzsche wrote: "Herewith I again stand on the  soil out of which my intention,  my ability grows- I, th

''I'll not put you in the heart, or you'll be wounded. I'll not keep you in the eye, or you'll be lowly. I'll give you a place in the spirit, not the eye or the heart, so you'll be my companion till the last breath.'' How do you see God? Which attribute of His do you most refer to Him with? Is He the 'severe' God, planning punishments and igniting the fire of hell, or is He the 'gentle' One, ready to forgive every mistake of His creation? So what's your answer, severe or gentle? Remember the answer as you'll need it later, after reading today's post. By getting to know a bit of philosophy and religion, I can confidently conclude that the gist of the teachings of every prophet, saint, and a godly person is to 'Acquire a mirror'. But what exactly is this mirror?  Visualize a simple mirror every household has, a mirror that has no inclinations, that shows the same image in front of it, that reflects 'you'.

When Narcissus died, the pure water lake turned salty. The forest asked the lake: "what has made you turn bitter?"  The lake sobbed: ''Separation from my marrow had made me shed tears, the water will forever remain unsweetened."   Greetings to readers around the world. As the coronavirus rages, social distancing is an important way to slow down the spread of this pandemic. But I do understand that social distancing, for many, could mean feeling isolated and lonely in times of stress and uncertainty. Life without each other is hard, loneliness can kill the bravest among us all. We are social beings and not meant to be alone. We are Narcissus, we are the lake. We need each other. We need others to reflect us to ourselves just as the lake reflected Narcissus's beauty. Imagine if Adam would have proceeded to the earth alone, would he have been able to originate the human race? The strangers who walk past, the passengers who sit beside us, the vendors who give us