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The Breakfast Republic: Ethics of Eating a VADA

There are moments when I quietly abandon culinary etiquette. In the Darshinis of Bengaluru—whether it is a Sagar, an A2B, an Adigas, a Rajathadri or Udupi’s, a Namoora Thindi, By2Coffee, a Taza Thindi or any of the countless breakfast sanctuaries that perfume the morning with the fragrance of hot oil and fresh filter coffee—the polished steel spoon and the obedient little fork sit beside the plate with quiet optimism. I ignore them. Instead, I plunge my fingers straight into the freshly fried vada. The first crackle does not happen on my tongue. It happens at my fingertips. That crisp, brittle crust yields with a satisfying resistance before surrendering to a warm, cloud-like softness hidden within. Somehow, the fingers experience the contradiction before the palate does. The mind receives an advance notice: this impossible thing is about to be both crunchy and tender at the same time. It feels less like eating and more like shaking hands with breakfast. Then comes the tiny philosophic...

The Unlikely Wanderer

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I am no thunder’s favored son,  Nor one who chases the blazing sun;  I am no dragon-slayer   sung in halls— I'd likely trip if duty calls. I wear no crown   from heaven sent; My gold is earned, and mostly spent. I’ve never sunk to the salted deep, Where krakens wake and secrets sleep; Yet I have waded waters strange and cold, In nameless streams and mossy mold. Where others feared a dampened toe, I've gone where only whispers go. I’ve trekked where thorn and shadow meet, With dust and blisters on my feet; Not reckless-wild, nor tamely tied, But squinting   at the "Other Side." For though my waist is rather round, I’ve covered miles of rugged ground. For I have not lived at the edge of doom, Nor danced where only mad hearts bloom; Yet neither have I settled still Behind a dusty window-sill. I’ve bypassed tea and skipped my bread, To see where wilder pathways led. Not legend vast, nor timid tale, But one who chose at times to sail On smaller winds, ...

Existence of God Debate - My Take

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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

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 

Village Outside the City

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Signature Wit: Aestheticisation of Oppression

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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...

Signature Wit - From Zen Koan

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.”