February 2018
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है हर जगह और सबसे क़रीब भी
एक अहसास है जो उभरता है, और उभरते ही खो जाता है, एक आवाज़ कहीं अंदर उठती है, और उठते ही ख़ामोश हो जाती है… Continue reading
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Love Rasa and Kālidāsa
The Indian sensibility has been nourished by this imperishable fountain of love for two thousand years or more—whether it be the pain of the traumatic separation of the Krauncha birds that inspired the first poet-saint Valmiki to compose Rāmāyan, the rich verses of Kālidāsa that powerfully evoke the Shringār Rasa, Meera’s love and devotion that… Continue reading
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मैं हूँ वह
है अगर कहीं वजूद में कोई, तो वह मैं ही तो हूँ कोई दूसरा नहीं, यह पूरी सृष्टि मुझसे शुरू होकर ही मुझ पर आकर ख़त्म होती है । Continue reading
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जवाब-ए-शिकवा
कहते हैं सब मुझे बेहिस-ओ-बेरहम, मग़रूर हूँ मैं यह है उनका वहम… Continue reading
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The Monk
Our master says he was nothing without his master, and that his master was nothing without his master, and that master, two generations removed was also nothing without his master, and so on so that the chain of masters of this monastery continued ad infinitum to the very first master (may God always keep his… Continue reading
About Me
Nehaan in Persian means ‘secret’ or ‘hidden.’ In Japanese, the same word means ‘nirvana.’ In these pages, I will make an attempt to explore, and if possible, partly or fully reveal what lies hidden from our view in our day-to-day lives. The path will be characterised by a certain lack of method which I think is characteristic of human intuition. I write and shall continue to write only when inspired to do so. This also means I might occasionally make forays into varied fields such as science, music, philosophy, language, linguistics and poetry, to name a few. I hope this would not put off new readers and tire the old ones! But who am I to complain–even the lovers of fine wine feel repulsed by the first drop and still, quite strangely, dizzy by the last.
Nehaan 