Renunciation

I did with deliberate design invoke you with my abnegation and yet I forsake you because my craving too was burnt in my penance.
I have betrayed and I perceive my betrayal and yet I am guiltless.
Where I myself am ceasing to exist how do I acknowledge your hurt.
As I fade into nothing what does it matter that you came into being because of me.

The Walk and Other Stories | OPEN Magazine

The Walk and Other Stories | OPEN Magazine

I have never travelled so uncomfortably and never relished it more

The Living Dead | OPEN Magazine

The Living Dead | OPEN Magazine

one of the most interesting characters I have ever met

Review of Reviewers | OPEN Magazine

Review of Reviewers | OPEN Magazine

Half wrote this

The Fastest Indian | OPEN Magazine

The Fastest Indian | OPEN Magazine

Met him in Bangalore. Interesting. Now runs a nursing college, of all things. Imagine Carl Lewis running a nursing college!

The Logic of John Abraham | OPEN Magazine

The Logic of John Abraham | OPEN Magazine

here where I am

This is where I am now
Under the light
Sprinkling of star dust
And rainbow drops
Under skies lit up in dots
As if by fireflies
Twinkling skies which move
Left to right, there to here
Pushed by velvet winds
Drawn by the want of earth

The time where I am
Now is still
Only an unknown unrelenting pull
Soon this time will move
Circumvolve to unwritten ends
To self-fulfilling prophesies
Or to failed destinies
It does not matter
Inks will devolve to lines
This is where I am now
It is good to be here

Why are Nanos Burning Up? | OPEN Magazine

Article by me in Open magazine. Why are Nanos Burning Up? | OPEN Magazine

on compassion

I weigh in my heart a stray moment of compassion and it affrights me that were there a god and were she a compassionate and fair god, then how would she carry this compassion, which must be without pause across eternities and infinities for each and every being that exists; which is the heart deep enough to hold that kindness and to brave this weight, this enormous understanding of another's existence and suffering as if it was your own; to look at them as they would be once, as tiny morsels of thought progressing infinitesimally with great anticipation and sometimes joy, through birth and childhood and youth, to the middling of age and the despair of time and the imminent apprehension of death, then to be old and die; and to watch with helplessness the inevitable going of that which you created and loved and yet to continue creating; to feel that even if there is nothing of any permanence coming out of all this there is perhaps a point to it; to feel but not to know; and also to feel but not to know what if she was wrong; how does one endure such understanding, and having arrived there what does one do; no god can survive it and that is why there is no god

On Mind and Mindness | OPEN Magazine

The pain and pleasure of meditating, an essay I wrote for the magazine on the character of the mind

On Mind and Mindness | OPEN Magazine

The Scientific Case against Astrology | OPEN Magazine

An article I wrote for Open.