SPRINGBOARDS and WALKING STICKS

 Life is difficult in two ways. One is the difficulty of the mountain climber who falls, or of the entrepreneur who loses everything in a bad quarter. The other is quieter; the suffering of the person who wakes each morning, goes to work everyday, without knowing why. This is the suffering of alienation: the condition in which a human being becomes a stranger to his or her own life. To understand alienation, we must first understand its opposite. Consider the mountaineer. She rises before dawn, her body aching from the previous day's ascent, the cold working its way through every layer of clothing. By any objective measure, she is enduring hardship. And yet there is something luminous in her. She moves with intention. Every grueling step is folded into a larger story she is telling herself, a story that ends at a summit, with a view earned, with a body that answered when called upon, with the quiet pride of having attempted something the mountain did not want to give her. The diffi...

 There is a deeply human instinct to move away from trouble. When conflict erupts, when danger signals rise, when the crowd grows restless or a region earns a fearful reputation, the natural impulse is to retreat; to find the nearest place of comfort, safety, and silence. We build walls, draw borders, and call it wisdom. It is a reasonable instinct. Nobody volunteers for hardship. Nobody chooses chaos when peace is available. And yet, the life of Jesus of Nazareth stands as a quiet, persistent rebuke to this instinct. Over and over, in the Gospel accounts, we find him doing the one thing the crowds would not: moving towards. “When Jesus heard that John the Baptist had been arrested, he came to Galilee.” The arrest of John the Baptist was not a small political inconvenience. It was a signal, a warning shot from the powerful to the prophetic. Herod Antipas had silenced the voice crying in the wilderness, and anyone paying attention understood what that meant: public preaching, free s...

 When we read the great farewell discourse in the upper room, we are invited to read it not with our calculating, egoic minds, but with a contemplative heart. Jesus has just finished doing something completely unthinkable: he has taken off his outer garment, wrapped a towel around his waist, and washed the grime off the feet of his friends. He assumes the position of the lowest slave in the household. And then he looks at them, and across time at us, and says, “Truly, truly, I say to you, a servant is not greater than his master, nor is a messenger greater than the one who sent him.” In the first half of life, our False Self—our ego—hears this passage and entirely misunderstands it. The ego is obsessed with hierarchy, with climbing ladders, with proving its worth and protecting its boundaries. The ego hears "servant" and "master" and thinks this is a lesson about staying in our place, a divine reinforcement of the cosmic pecking order. It thinks Jesus is saying, ...

 John 13 opens not with a sermon but with a gesture; one of the most staggering gestures in all of scripture. The master had tied a towel around his waist, poured water into a basin, and went from disciple to disciple, washing the dust and filth from their feet. He did it without announcement. He did it without requiring their worthiness first. He did it fully; to every man in that room. And here is where the scene reaches its most devastating depth: he did not skip Judas. He did it with total generosity and magnanimity, zero partiality, and at full knowledge of the cost. He knew what those feet had already been plotting, where those feet would walk before the night was through. And still, he knelt; still, he washed. There was no partiality in his mercy, no calculation in his generosity, no precondition on his service. The magnanimity of the master was total. This is the context in which the words, “ a servant is not greater than his master, nor is a messenger greater than the one ...

  How long will you keep us in suspense? If you are the Christ, tell us plainly.  There is an impatience in this demand that sounds, on the surface, like honest seeking. Just tell us. Be clear. But Jesus does not receive it as honest seeking; and he is right not to. He has told them. The works he had done have spoken. The signs have been shown. The feeding, the healing of the blind man, the raising of the dead; none of it has been ambiguous. The problem was never a lack of clarity. The problem was a lack of belonging. There is a difference between a question asked in order to find an answer, and a question asked in order to resist an answer. The crowd at Solomon's Colonnade had already organised their resistance. They had taken up stones. They had convened investigations. They had cast out the man born blind for daring to testify. The question, tell us plainly , was not an open hand extended toward truth. It was a closed fist, demanding that Jesus incriminate himself in words ...

 Fyodor Dostoevsky’s The Brothers Karamazov is the story of three brothers, passion (Dmitri), reason (Ivan), and spiritual compassion (Alyosha), struggling with the existence of God and moral responsibility in a world where their father, a repulsive squanderer, is murdered. Dmitri takes the path of violence and drunkenness. The spiritually gifted elder Zosima, near death, bypasses the other two brothers and bows his head to the ground before the young man who was brash, drunken, and violent, now tormented by guilt. The gesture bewilders everyone in the room. The gesture recognises Zosima’s powerlessness to condemn another; it upholds Dmitri's potential for spiritual awakening and activate Dmitri's own conscience, forcing him to confront his inner conflict. Zosima’s bow serves as a radical act of faith in humanity. Jesus, in John 12:44–50, does something remarkably similar; not with a gesture, but with a declaration that cuts against every instinct of power and religion that su...

  S. Somanath , the ISRO 's Director, was in the midst of an interview, when the interviewer asked him about the experience of controlling a rocket from the earth station; he replied, "A launched rocket cannot be controlled. Only till countdown zero we can control it. Everything is set in it as a process, it runs as it is programmed." When Somanath uttered these words the interviewer was visibly stunned. The admission seemed almost reckless: that one of the most complex machines ever built by human hands, carrying perhaps a nation's pride and years of scientific effort, is — once launched — entirely beyond human intervention. No joystick. No remote pilot. No commander barking real-time orders from mission control. The men and women seated at their consoles, with their headsets and glowing screens, are, in Somanath's own words, only "observing anxiously at what is being unfolded." And yet, the rocket flies. It corrects its own trajectory. It separates its...

 A crowd, who had ate their fill from Jesus’ miracle of the loaves, crossing the sea, still hungry, still looking for the man who had fed them with five loaves and two fish, is met with a statement so layered in meaning that two thousand years of theology have not yet exhausted it: "I am the bread of life. Whoever comes to me will never be hungry, and whoever believes in me will never be thirsty." We tend to receive these words as a declaration of divine grandeur, and so they are. But if we stop there; if all we do is marvel at the claim and feel the swell of religious pride, then we have eaten the label on the bread and left the bread itself untouched. In almost every culture, claims of identity carry within them the seeds of exclusion. When a person says, "I have bread," there is always an unspoken second sentence: "...and you do not." Possession becomes a wall. Status becomes a defense. Even religious identity, across history, has functioned this way;...

 There is a peculiar tragedy that plays out in the corridors of power, in boardrooms, in political offices, in institutions of every kind; and it is this: the person who sits in the chair of authority is often not entirely the person your plain eyes see. Behind the grey hair, aged temples, the measured speech, the decades of experience, there is sometimes a much younger soul still keeping score. When encountering or confronting a person whom the leader had a difference of opinion or was in loggerhead with long ago, the old scores and scoreboards return. It is as psychologists admit, “When an old wound gets triggered, you don't act your age, you act the age you were hurt.” Leadership, by its very nature, arrives late in ones lice. It is the harvest of a long life, of learning, of failure, of persistence, of accumulating wisdom through seasons of struggle. A person becomes a leader at fifty, at sixty, sometimes later, carrying with them what feels like the full weight of everything ...

 A quote on existential life goes like this, you are a rose –a beautiful rose, but people love lilies. There is a particular kind of suffering that has no name in most languages; the suffering of being exactly what the world actually in need of, and being rejected for it. You offer a rose. They want a lily. You hold out your open hand. They prefer the closed fist. This is not ordinary rejection. Ordinary rejection wounds the ego. This kind of rejection wounds something deeper, it strikes at the very substance of what you are . You cannot stop being a rose to become a lily. You cannot unmake your own nature. And so you stand, fully yourself, in a world that looks past you, through you, around you, searching for the very opposite of what you embody. Jesus knew this pain with perfect clarity. And in John 3:16–21, He did not flinch from naming it. Verse 19 is one of the most quietly devastating sentences ever written, Light has come into the world, but people loved darkness instead of ...

 The article, Ambedkar and the Quest for India's Spiritual Heritage, by Harish S Wankhede, argues that BR Ambedkar's engagement with Buddhism was not merely a spiritual choice — it was a deliberate act of political and historical reclamation. By converting to Buddhism, Ambedkar sought to position Dalits not as subordinates within the Hindu fold, but as the rightful heirs of a pre-Brahmanical civilisation rooted in equality and dignity. Ambedkar imagined the Buddhist era as a "Golden Age" of egalitarianism that predated Brahmanical dominance. His Navayana Buddhism drew from diverse socio-religious traditions to offer Dalits an alternative cultural and intellectual identity — one that didn't seek to reform Hinduism from within, but to bypass it entirely. His 1956 mass conversion at Nagpur, accompanied by 22 vows, was framed as a formal declaration of independence from Hindu orthodoxy. Ambedkar was not alone in this project. Several regional movements shared his visi...

 There is a particular kind of exhaustion that no one warns you about. It is not the exhaustion of doing too much. It is the exhaustion of always doing less than you know you are capable of, and knowing, with absolute clarity, exactly why. For over 20 years I have been a creator. A visual artist trained in the discipline, formed by it, living inside it even when life tried to arrange itself around everything else. And for most of those fifty years, I have been swimming upstream, against the current of institutional falling inline, priestly duty, community suspicion, administrative necessity, and the quiet, persistent pressure of people who love you but do not quite understand what it is you are trying to do. This is not a complaint. It is a reckoning. The ancient Chinese called it as rowing against the current. If you stop, you do not stay still. You go backward. The artist who tries to create within an institution, within a vocation, within a web of obligations and relationships a...

 For Cleopas and his companion Jerusalem had become a city of collapsed hopes. They had laid everything, their understanding of the Messiah, their vision of liberation, their salvation on the life of one man; and now that man was dead. The crucifixion had not merely taken a life; it had taken the world of these apostles. And so they leave to Emmaus. Not in rage, but in the quiet devastation of people who have decided, almost politely, that there is no reason to stay. And yet, and here is the grace, they do not stop talking. This is what saves them, initially. Not faith, not clarity, not courage, but conversation. They are discussing and debating as they walk, and it is this very openness of speech that creates the opening for the stranger to draw near. In Homer's Odyssey , Odysseus survives not because he is the strongest or even the most faithful, but because he is the most curious, he keeps speaking, keeps asking, keeps engaging even when the gods have turned against him. They ...