SATY'S

Existence of God Debate If anything, Javed Akhtar’s recent debate showed why public conversations on deep, uncomfortable topics are essential for a healthy society. They pull complex ideas—like the contingency argument, infinite regress, and the philosophical structure behind belief—out of the closed rooms of academia and into everyday discourse. When common people hear these terms for the first time, they’re not just listening to a debate; they’re learning the vocabulary to think more freely. That’s how a society evolves—when ideas that once belonged only to philosophers begin circulating among ordinary citizens. We often treat certain topics as taboo—God, faith, meaning, morality—as if open discussion might break something fragile. But it’s actually the opposite: debates don’t threaten society; they strengthen it. They create intellectual oxygen. They teach us to disagree without dehumanising. They let people see that questions are not crimes. If anything, we need more of these debat...

ANTI - ESTABLISHMENT Infrastructure is crumbling ... Pollution is killing Neighboring nations turning hostile... Politicians statements turning vile Lack of Civic sense and apathy Click bait Journalism & Sensationalism Where is Truth ? 🤔 Don't ask any questions 🤫 Hush hush.. Just do 🫡 and keep your mouth 🤐 No Accountability You may think I am spewing bile.. But the nations in turmoil 

 

Aestheticisation of Oppression When Jail Becomes a Badge That comedians in India are facing FIRs and jail for speech is deeply worrying. It should disturb us. It should make us pause. What worries me even more, though, is how this has slowly started to be worn as a badge of honour — almost as a career milestone Repression is not the problem here; romanticising repression is. The moment legal trouble becomes “cool,” something subtle shifts. Jail stops being a moral failure of the system and starts looking like a rite of passage. FIRs turn into proof of authenticity. Suffering becomes currency. And when that happens, injustice is no longer confronted — it is stylised. This doesn’t weaken the state; it normalises it. There is also a quiet privilege hidden in this trend. Only some people can afford to treat FIRs lightly — those with money, lawyers, platforms, and public sympathy. For countless others — teachers, writers, small-town artists — the same FIR can end livelihoods, not elevate pr...

Yang-shan’s Sermon from the Third Seat A magician 🎩 ✨️ flew in from 🇮🇳  India one day. Yang-shan asked him, “When did you leave India?” The magician said, “This morning" 🌄 Yang-shan said, “What took you so long?” The magician said, “Oh, I went sight-seeing here and there on the way.” Yang-shan said, “You obviously have occult power, but you haven’t yet dreamed of the great occult power of the Buddha Dharma" The magician returned to India and told his followers, “I went to China 🇨🇳 to find Mañjuśrī, and instead I found Little Śākyamuni.” 

⚜️ Redefining Masculine Beauty: From Olympus to Hastinapur For too long, the world’s idea of masculine beauty has borrowed its face from Greek gods — sculpted, pale, distant. But India 🇮🇳 never lacked its own icons of grace and strength. Our mythology is filled with kings and warriors whose beauty wasn’t cold perfection, but radiant vitality — a blend of tejas (inner glow), courage, and dignity. King Dushyant was said to turn heads even in the forest — beauty wrapped in command. Arjuna moved like poetry in motion, Rama’s presence radiated calm power, and Karna’s golden aura could silence a court. Their beauty was never just physical; it was moral, spiritual, and deeply human. It’s time to retire the marble men of Olympus and reclaim our own lineage of handsome — one that looks like light, earth, and resolve. In place of Greek gods, let’s raise our own pantheon of beauty — men whose faces reflected dharma, courage, and poise. Let the golden standard of masculinity be reborn from Sansk...

The Door Dilemma: A Love Letter to the Letter P It’s funny how often we find ourselves embarrassed not by complexity, but by a door. We stand there, momentarily frozen — hand halfway extended, confidence crumbling — because two words, both beginning with the same innocent letter P, decided to mess with human cognition. Push and Pull. Twin siblings separated only by intent, united by the same cursed consonant. They both start strong, assertive, optimistic — P! — but one demands force while the other begs finesse. The brain, in a hurry, doesn’t parse meaning; it just sees the shape, the starting letter, the rhythm. If only the words began differently — if one started with a soft curl of an E or a hard snap of a K — perhaps our instincts would win before our embarrassment does. But no, both had to start with P, like identical twins wearing different moods. Maybe designers should take a hint from languages that don’t make such linguistic traps. In Hindi, we could write “Dhakka” (धक्का) for...

Saina-M Threshold 📱 The saina-M Threshold I propose a new metric for our hyper-connected times: The saina-M Threshold. It’s the mean amount of time it takes for a person to unconsciously reach for their phone and unlock it after sitting down—without any real reason. After careful (and completely unscientific) observation, I estimate this mystical number to hover around 10 seconds. It’s that irresistible reflex: Sit on a couch → pocket dive Take a seat at a café → lock screen glow Even waiting for the elevator → thumb unlocks before the doors do Think of it as the gravitational pull of boredom, measured not in minutes, but in pure, pocket-to-phone reaction time. So next time you sit down, time yourself. Can you break the saina-M Threshold…  ?

What Sticks vs. What Ticks Every era creates two kinds of songs 🎵 Not by quality — but by purpose. 🕰️ Songs that Tick (the viral kind) These songs are designed for collective attention. They usually have:           ⚡ Novelty over depth           🥁 Rhythm > melody           ⏱️ Instant recognisability (first 3 seconds matter)           👥 Social dependency — they need a crowd They peak when:           Everyone is hearing them together           They dominate reels, weddings, timelines They fade when:           Silence returns           You’re alone           No one’s watching 👉 They don’t fail because they’re bad. 👉 They fade because their job is temporary relevance. 🧠 The Loneliness Test (the real filter) Ask just...

We talk about TREE(3) Chapter 1: The Universe Will Reset Did you know that if you wait long enough, the universe will randomly reassemble itself into exactly this moment? It's called the Poincaré recurrence time: roughly 10^10^10^120 years. That's 10 to the power of (10 to the power of 10 billion trillion trillion trillion trillion trillion trillion trillion trillion trillion trillion trillion...) After this time, every atom will randomly bounce back into the exact same position.  You'll be reading this again. With the same memories. Same thoughts. Same everything. And it'll happen again. And again. Forever. Welcome to eternal recurrence. 🔄♾️ - Chapter 2: The Most Insane Number Ever Used in Math Forget infinity. Let me introduce you to TREE(3). TREE(1) = 1 TREE(2) = 3 TREE(3) = ... incomprehensibly, obscenely super hyper ultra  massive How big? It makes the number of atoms in the universe (10^80) look like a joke. It makes Graham's Number look like pocket change. I...

Sometimes I see a fairy tale ending Sometime I see the devil smiling  There is no dearth of suffering There is no peak for pleasure We have spread across the spectrum But we also live at extremes Human condition is a miracle Hallucinating through our timeline True nature shove beneath social constructs Mirror images don't let it resurrect The mind triumphs, the heart struggles Where do we go from here ? A new age is seen on the horizon Will we every truly ever know ? Indulgence in philosophy has been futile with conflicts Confucius is confusing Nietzsche is dead Sometimes I see fairy tale ending Sometime I see the devil smiling Are they both read or am I just hallucinating ? ~Surya ( Piercing Through)

 Local di maid Never seen cigars Pull ups really shake Ola di cabs .... Ready-made suits Only got a pair I am mother worshipping God loving Debonair Foreign tourism di reels ... From city of minars I got SHUDH honey Only solar power Munda ae Rare ... but Karta mai care Morning metro rides Tea at local shops Facing the breeze & Chasing my dreams I am mother worshipping & God loving debonair ~Saty (Sunkissed & Yo Yo Music Fan)

 Evening skies and butterflies Sinking ships and money heists No more masks with devil eyes Stranger things turning the zeitgeist A year has gone into the past count your blessings if it seemed fast because you were busy or in coma even if its' latter still count them Can past help? can it solve Can we learn and evolve? Wiser men have pondered and the verdict is out I have nothing more to add but just to shout Without memories there is no past A transient state that will ever last  ~Surya The drifter