Thoughts
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I am Life
I am that thought That has not been thought before I am that feeling That has not been felt before The realms that lie above and below– Unexplored– To those places I reach Following a path never taken before. Those who expect me to continue to be That which I was yesterday Will never… Continue reading
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In pursuit of beauty
Satyam Shivam Sundaram मैं तसव्वुर भी जुदाई का भला कैसे करूँ मैंने क़िस्मत की लकीरों से चुराया है तुझे How can I even imagine being separated from you? For I have stolen you from the lines of fate. — Qateel Shifai I can’t help but wonder what goes on behind the scenes,… Continue reading
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The Painter
I sit across from the blank canvas imagining all the things I can fill it up with. Abstract shapes take form in my head and disappear before they make it out to the flat white surface. The round pointed brush in my hand, sometimes gently taps the side of the mixing plate, and sometimes rests… Continue reading
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पहली पहचान के परे
हमें लगता है कि हमारी पहली पहचान ही सबकुछ है, उसके पीछे कुछ नहीं है, सिर्फ़ शून्यता है । इसलिए हम इस पहचान को खोने से डरते हैं । पर सच तो यह है कि वह सिर्फ़ एक लिबास है जिसे हमारी रूह ने ही हमारे लिए चुना है । Continue reading
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The Power of Words
Nîn o Chithaeglir lasto beth daer; rimmo nín Bruinen dan in Ulaer When I first heard these words flow from Arwen’s mouth and then saw a gush of water engulf the malicious Ringwraiths of The Lord of the Rings, something about it struck me, something I still find hard to put into words. This feeling… Continue reading
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The kingdom of dead things
Our fidelity to things long dead, our resistance to what is new, our futile attempts to keep carcasses alive and suck life out of that which grew 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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Amateurish Aesthetics
Beauty seems to be that aspect which makes infinite meditation possible. So the beauty of the flower inspires the poet to compose a beautiful verse which sets off a series of composition by those inspired by the beautiful verse and so on. The flower, the scene, the sky, the bird the river, the maiden are… 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.