Through the looking glass – A Day Dreamer's Journal

Vegan-ism ; The new revolution

Feb 22, 2020Feb 26, 2020 tessellatingmindLeave a comment

How many 'isms' can you name? How many 'isms' has human history gone through? How many more are we going to go through? Is the agenda behind all 'isms' just binary; Good or Bad; Right or Wrong; For or Against an idea? Is there not a grey area to look at these 'isms' from? How important is having an opinion? How important is having a correct opinion? Then again, what is a correct opinion? Are we ready for a heated debate? Are we ready to stop using the word 'no offense'? Have you ever heard the term 'good-racism'? No! because there is no such thing as good-racism, the term is 'ethical-humor'! Makes no sense? try reading this.

Ravan ki Lanka; A brief look at Sri Lanka

Feb 10, 2020Feb 16, 2020 tessellatingmindLeave a comment

How many Ramayanas? Three hundred?Three thousand? At the end of some Ramayanas, a question is sometimes asked. How many Ramayanas have there been? And there are stories that answer the question. Here is one.

A midnight conversation with an Ex-boyfriend

Feb 6, 2020Feb 16, 2020 tessellatingmind2 Comments

Guessing which one? If he ever happens to read this, he'll know. He probably might not even remember that we dated at one point in time. But that's not my problem, I possess the power to transport myself back in time, and for too long I considered it to be a flaw. But this conversation… Continue reading A midnight conversation with an Ex-boyfriend

A Portrait of a self-tortured child

Jan 24, 2020Feb 14, 2020 tessellatingmindLeave a comment

If the behaviour of babies and small children is any guide, we emerge into the world with our tendencies to imbalance already well entrenched. In our playpens and high chairs, we are rarely far from displaying either hysterical happiness or savage disappointment, love or rage, mania or exhaustion-and, despite the growth of a more temperate exterior in adulthood, we seldom succeed in laying claim to lasting equilibrium, traversing our lives like stubbornly listing ships on choppy seas.