Grecian Urn

How many times in school have you uttered the name — ‘Hiuen Tsang was a Chinese traveller who came to India during the reign of Harsha Vardhana”! Well, an introduction dedicated to this magnanimous personality is both an audacity, at the same time a fool’s attempt! However, Personally speaking, I was really astounded when I came to know that this personality travelled all the way to India, from China, risking his own life? I was probably in class seven when this piece of information struck my head hard. How can someone possibly on earth be such a simpleton? For learning…risking own life! But now at 25 when I am a tad bit mature I can understand what an indelible impact this man had left on the making of Oriental history! Historians rely a great deal upon his book Born into a family of scholars for generations, Hiuen Tsang, alternatively Xuanzang, received a classical Confucian educational prodigy in his youth. But his younger brother cultivated in him a keen insight of kn...

To combat is science but to succumb is religion H.G.Wells, the literateur puts that science is simply "the evolution of human thinking".* Religion appeared far before science. The father of sociology Auguste Comte, claims that human knowledge developed in three concurrent stages: Theology, Metaphysics and Positivism. Theology is the study of God’s and religious beliefs, Metaphysics—is the practice to think about abstract ideas ( 'knowledge' ,' Identity', ‘Time' and 'space') and Positivism is 'the approach of science'(Comte). Thus as civilization progressed religious beliefs transmuted into science. However, this transmutation of ensconcing science over religion has not been very easy. For example, we may consider the Renaissance period of the West. During this period, pupils from new modern Universities questioned popular beliefs, viz. witch burning, black magic and more such superstitious practices. For prop...

The partly decadent Aravalli, Tropical desert forest, picturesque Jain temple, gurgling hilly brooks, and nature’s deadliest predators--- constitute the world of Ranakpur: A lifetime trip down memory lane. The two are simply different: a ‘Tour’ to somewhere, and ‘Travelling’ that place, in real. The former is making an itinerary, booking the transport, conforming accommodation in the best possible hotel, and finally ticking against the checklist of a few ‘Tourist’ spots. However, ‘Travelling’ is more of a conscious experience on parts of individuals and is a process of continuous exchange between the ‘Other’ and ‘I’. It is more than just visiting the places of popular interest, buying souvenirs, or finding the perfect frame for a catchy social media feed. I remember, somewhere I came across a beautiful description about who a ‘Traveller’ really is, by the French litterateur Baudelaire. The man delineates: a ‘Traveller’ is ‘An observer, is a prince, who is everywhere in possession of hi...

  Sartre's Idea of Freedom in What is Literature: A Guide For Literary Mind For a literature student, the matter of having a good literary sense is all about reading, writing, speaking and studying fresh content. It is a matter of consciousness that would make one be the voice in the society so as to speak up in any situation about relevant topics. After all, today's world is all about being steady in Juvenile's term- " mens sana in corpore sano" which means a healthy mind in a healthy body. And for a sound mind, l always prefer to seek out a philosopher's guide for a better understanding of life and the literary essence associated with it. And very recently, l was reading a very important work of an influential philosopher whose essential works on political philosophy and phenomenology inspired the whole world to respect him as the key figures of existentialism and phenomenology. He is Jean-Paul Charles Aymard Sartre, a French philosopher whose idea abou...

 The Nights ( In frame: Starry Nights by Van Gough ; 1889) Appreciate the nights As death approaches And peacefully pacifies  The billionaire’s un-ending cry For more. The man who just wants More of a body, more of bodice And more bodies And the men shamelessly Cry : 'a pervert'! Gets a comfortable sleep Into the bosom of his cocotte— A keeper, thirsty of love, Hopefully dies with  Twinkles in her eyes Love shall come—be patient. The night is dark The sky jaded with diamonds Hides the vulgar And leaves to observe What is meant to see’!   2nd Dec, Kol, 1:32 am  Starry Nights In strings Listen here— https://youtu.be/PQa-L7BMFI8

Try                         Do you know                         Who am I?                         I am a poem unfinished---                         I am a lake atop a volcano,                         Silent and quite.                         Do you know   ...

        In Memorium I blame you Because you came to the end of the road Without me And declared yourself free I blame you  Because you made me  So very lonely. They say I talk too much Can I say them it’s ‘cause of you? All my childhood afternoons That I roamed alone and alone Where, where were you? I blame you  Because you made me  So very lonely. I claim to know what crossed your mind That you whispered to me an untimely good-bye Unspoken words you’ve left behind Undone things we’ll never get to do No sharing thoughts you never knew. Trust me I am angry with you. A peace has fallen upon your head A taste of sorrow we have been fed It really is like a hole in our lives One swiftly dug but carved out by knives. Dedicated to my brother, whom I never have met. He just lives a bit too far from me. It is a beautiful place. There are startling stars and magical galaxies, where his abode now is. I know Bhaiya flies there in joy, twirls and takes occasio...