Mr Prashant is a seasoned educator and author with years of experience in school administration and classroom teaching. Having served as a Principal, he brings a wealth of knowledge on effective teaching practices and classroom management. He is also the author of several books, including "Image of my Experiences - a book of poetry," "Speeches from the Desk of the Principal," and "The Legend of Inara Wali." Now retired and residing in Bangalore, he
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“In Love with the Infinite: Beauty, Nature, and the Fire Within”
In the hush of dawn, when the sky is still brushing its eyes open and the earth carries dew like divine pearls, something stirs within me — a longing, a devotion, an ineffable passion. It is not driven by conquest, nor by reward, but by a quiet allegiance to three ethereal muses: Beauty, Nature, and Love. These are not just concepts, but companions to the soul — intangible yet transformative forces that colour my every thought and heartbeat.
The Worship of Beauty
Beauty, to me, is not confined to symmetry or the gloss of perfection. It resides in the crooked lines of an ancient tree, the gentle wrinkles around a wise eye, or the delicate imperfection of a pot handmade by trembling fingers. I see beauty not merely with the eye, but through the soul’s lens. “Satyam Shivam Sundaram” — Truth, Godliness and Beauty — the Sanskrit triad that has long been the lighthouse of Indian aesthetics.
Beauty breathes in silence and speaks in whispers. Keats’ words often echo in my heart: “A thing of beauty is a joy forever.” It does not clamour; it enchants. It doesn’t demand; it draws you in — like moonlight over ruins, like the lingering scent of jasmine on a monsoon breeze.
Nature: The Divine Canvas
If beauty is the language, Nature is the script in which it is most eloquently written. A rustling leaf, a floating cloud, a soaring eagle, or a moss-covered stone — each bears a story more profound than a hundred tomes. Nature is not merely the backdrop of our lives; it is the sacred stage, the actor, the poet and the audience.
In the forests of thought and the valleys of reflection, I often walk hand in hand with Nature. The Upanishads whisper that the five elements — Prithvi (earth), Jala (water), Agni (fire), Vayu (air), and Akash (ether) — are the eternal sources of life and liberation. To sit under a banyan tree and listen to the breeze is sometimes more enlightening than reading a hundred books. It reminds me of the interconnectedness of all things — a blade of grass and a galaxy, bound by the same divine pulse.
Nature is the mother, the healer, the philosopher. It teaches without preaching, cures without medicines, and loves without expectation.
The Unseen Fire: Love
Love is neither a fleeting thrill nor the stuff of mere romance. It is, in its truest form, a fire that does not burn, but illumines. Love is the gentle glance between strangers who never speak, the silent care behind a shared umbrella in the rain, the serenity of prayer whispered alone in the dark.
As Rumi says, “With life as short as a half-taken breath, don’t plant anything but love.” True love, I believe, is not attachment, but expansion. It softens, it includes, it liberates. It is the sacred architecture of empathy. And often, it is best expressed not in grand declarations but in quiet consistencies — a warm cup of tea offered without being asked, a hand held during storms, or a letter never posted but always written in the heart.
A Triune Truth
Beauty, Nature, and Love — these are not separate passions but interwoven threads of one cosmic fabric. Each enhances the other: Nature expresses beauty, beauty awakens love, and love reveals the beauty of Nature. This holy trinity has given my life rhythm, silence, meaning and melody.
In this fragmented world, where noise often drowns out nuance and haste eclipses grace, I return again and again to these three — for solace, for strength, and for truth. My passion for them is not merely poetic; it is existential. For what is life, if not the patient cultivation of wonder?
In the end, when all is said and undone, may I be remembered not for what I built or broke, but for what I beheld in silence — the shimmer of a leaf, the softness of a sigh, the radiance of a heart that dared to love.
“Of Heartstrings and Human Bonds: The Many Faces of Boyfriends and Girlfriends”
“Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.” — Aristotle
In a world where every emotion finds a stage and every heart seeks a companion, the concept of boyfriend and girlfriend has evolved beyond its traditional contours. These roles, which once echoed courtship and eventual commitment, have now become multi-layered representations of affection, alliance, companionship, identity, and sometimes confusion. Let us walk through this nuanced garden of emotions with the mind of a scientist, the soul of a poet, and the heart of a philosopher.
What Are Girlfriends and Boyfriends?
At its simplest, a girlfriend is a female partner in a romantic or emotionally close relationship, and a boyfriend is the male counterpart. But the simplicity ends there. These terms are mere lexical capsules for relationships as complex and unique as the individuals in them.
In essence, a boyfriend or girlfriend is:
1. A confidant, in the shared silence of solitude.
2. A partner, walking side-by-side through emotional and physical landscapes.
3. A mirror, reflecting one’s desires, fears, aspirations, and flaws.
Yet, in the ever-fluid dynamics of human interaction, these labels can mean anything from deeply spiritual connections to fleeting, impulse-driven involvements.
Kinds and Names in the Contemporary World
Gone are the days when relationships wore binary robes. Today, love and bonding manifest in plural forms:
1. Platonic partner: Deeply affectionate but devoid of sexual desire. A soul-friend.
2. Romantic partner: Driven by emotional closeness and usually physical attraction.
3. Situationships: Undefined and often transient; they hover between friendship and romance.
4. Long-distance: Sustained by digital affection and emotional investment, often across continents.
5. Casual dating: A light-hearted companionship, without long-term expectations.
6. Live-in relationship partner: A cohabiting bond that mimics marriage but shuns its legal bindings.
7. Spiritual companion: Less discussed, but profound—united by metaphysical or philosophical intimacy.
And then, within each type, lies a spectrum—ranging from healthy and elevating to toxic and manipulative.
“Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.” — Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights
What It Has Become: Fast, Fluid, Fragile
In our swipe-left, scroll-down, share-it-now culture, love is everywhere and nowhere. The modern boyfriend/girlfriend dynamic can be:
1. Ephemeral, like digital stories that vanish after 24 hours.
2. Intense, yet unsustainable.
3. Inclusive, yet confused.
4. Liberated, but sometimes lost in its own maze.
“Love seeketh not itself to please, nor for itself hath any care, But for another gives its ease, and builds a Heaven in Hell’s despair.” — William Blake
What Should It Be?
Ideally, the bond between a girlfriend and boyfriend should be:
1. Respectful: The roots of all love are watered by mutual respect.
2. Transparent: Free of pretence, deceit, or malafide intentions.
3. Supportive: One should find refuge, not refugee camps, in such bonds.
4. Independent yet connected: Lovers should orbit like planets—distinct, but pulled by a shared gravity.
Science explains that love triggers the release of dopamine, oxytocin, and serotonin—neurochemicals associated with joy, trust, and bonding. But science also warns of attachment anxiety, trauma bonding, and emotional codependency—pitfalls when love loses balance.
What Did It Use to Be?
Historically, courtship involved patience, propriety, and perseverance. The pre-digital world was devoid of instant messaging but rich in handwritten letters, stolen glances, and secret poems. Relationships were:
1. Slow-burning candles, not fireworks.
2. Rooted in social approval, often supervised.
3. Often tilted towards marital intent, and less on personal liberty.
Yet, they were not without flaws—restrictions, gender bias, and limited emotional freedom coloured many of those relationships with helplessness and societal obligation.
What Will It Become?
The future of love is both dazzling and disorienting. Relationships might become:
1. Tech-mediated, with AI companions and digital avatars.
3. Ethically polyamorous, where love may not demand exclusivity but insists on honesty.
4. Contractual, defined not just by emotions but by negotiated boundaries.
However, if anchored in empathy and meaning, the future could also see a rise in conscious relationships—bonds that transcend physical attraction and embrace spiritual unity.
Bonding, Love, Epic… or Something Else?
1. Is it merely bonding? No. It is bonding wrapped in poetry, affection tempered with madness, a duet between logic and longing.
2. Is it love? Yes, if love means growth, giving, and going together even through the thorns.
3. Is it an epic? Sometimes. Romeo and Juliet still echo through modern hearts, though we hope today’s lovers choose life over loss.
4. Is it just lust or deceit? At times, yes. Let us not romanticise every liaison. Some connections are transactional, masked in the velvet of words but driven by physical desire or personal gain.
A Philosophical Note
Plato spoke of Eros, the passionate longing, and Philia, the soulful friendship. Buddha cautioned against attachment but endorsed compassion. In the Indian ethos, Radha and Krishna’s love was celestial, never tethered by rituals, yet more sacred than a thousand ceremonies.
Love must evolve with the times but remain rooted in truth and trust. When desire is guided by discernment and feelings are balanced by reason, a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship becomes a beautiful manuscript of mutual elevation.
Of Souls Meeting in Time’s Tapestry
A boyfriend or girlfriend isn’t just a label or a social status update. It’s a reflection of one’s journey toward the other, sometimes fleeting, sometimes forever. It can be a chapter, or the whole book—tragic, comic, or heroic.
Let us not reduce it to base urges or suspicious motives. Nor must we burden it with utopian expectations. Instead, may we see it as it truly is—a kaleidoscope of care, chaos, connection, and creativity.
May every relationship be a poem, not a puzzle. A prayer, not a performance. A promise, not a prison.
"When Frost Speaks in Silence” – Why Winter is My Favourite Season
There’s a quiet dignity in winter’s arrival—a hushed arrival like an old friend tiptoeing back into one’s life. The world slows down, not out of reluctance, but reverence. Amid the flurry of the modern world’s bustle, winter teaches us to pause, to listen, to breathe.
While many may shiver at the thought of this season, wrapping themselves in woollens and woes, I embrace winter like a poet greeting a pause between two verses. It is a time when the earth retreats into silence, and in that silence, we often find the most profound truths.
A Season of Stillness and Self
Winter, to me, is not the absence of warmth, but the presence of reflection. Unlike the flamboyance of spring or the restlessness of summer, winter asks for less and offers more. In its monochrome canvas, one finds a thousand shades of meaning.
Bare trees, like philosophers in deep contemplation, stand rooted in thought. The fog drapes the morning like a shawl over a monk, veiling the noise of the world and drawing one inward. Nature itself becomes meditative, urging us to sit with our thoughts, to sip our solitude like one would a cup of hot tea—slow, honest, and soothing. The Poetry of Chill
The Poetry of Chill
Snowflakes, if one is lucky to witness them, are poems drifting down from the heavens—each one a silent stanza, unique and unrepeatable. Even in regions where snow never graces the ground, the crisp air of winter bears the fragrance of something eternal. There is beauty in the brittle grass, the grey sky, and the mellow sun that lingers a little before slipping away.
Long shadows stretch their limbs across the earth, and nights lengthen their stay. It is during these dark evenings that books come alive, music sounds warmer, and introspection becomes the hearth at which the soul warms its hands.
Warmth Means More When It’s Earned
In winter, everything meaningful is a conscious act. Lighting a fire, brewing a hot drink, slipping into a thick jumper—each gesture is a rebellion against the cold, and therein lies its charm. It is the season where comfort becomes sacred, and small things—a woollen blanket, a patch of sun, or the crackle of logs—become luxuries.
There is also a metaphor here: how life’s truest comforts are often realised only when we have braved the chill of adversity. Just as winter demands resilience, so too does the human experience.
A Philosopher’s Month
Winter is the philosopher’s month, the spiritual retreat of the calendar. In this quiet season, we are gifted with the time to ponder what truly matters—without distraction, without haste. The trees let go of their leaves not in despair but in trust, knowing spring shall return. And we too, must learn to surrender that which no longer serves us.
Contemporary society often exalts speed and noise. Yet winter teaches that in slowness there is depth, in stillness there is growth. It whispers that productivity is not always measured in motion and that value can be found in reflection.
A Cosmic Interlude
Astronomically, winter offers some of the clearest night skies. The stars twinkle as if in deeper conversation, the constellations more vivid than ever—Orion strides boldly across the heavens, Taurus charges onward, and the Pleiades shimmer like mystical hymns.
One cannot help but feel the universe leaning in a little closer during winter nights. The cosmos feels more intimate, as if it, too, is whispering secrets through the cold.The Prelude, Not the End
The Prelude, Not the End
Though winter may appear as an end, it is in truth a beginning. The seeds sleep beneath the soil, the buds prepare in silence. Nature does not mourn; it meditates. And this seasonal hush is nature’s way of tuning its instruments before the symphony of spring.
To me, winter is not a time to endure, but a time to embrace. It is the season of authenticity, where life, stripped of its embellishments, reveals its most honest form.
So here’s to winter— A season of silence that speaks, A chill that warms the soul, And a stillness that dances with the divine.
If humans were sent to this earth with taglines sewn gently into the fabric of their breath, mine would read: “Grace in the Grind, Faith in the Fog, and Light through the Cracks.” Not crafted in boardrooms, not conjured by clever minds in pursuit of applause—this line would have emerged slowly, carved out of the echoes of pain and the hum of perseverance.
It would be born of solitude and silence, of questions whispered into the dark and answers that came like dew—soft, hesitant, yet holy.
The Soul’s Signature
Taglines, in their truest form, are not marketing tricks—they are soul-signatures. They are the distilled fragrance of one’s journey. And what is mine if not the memory of standing alone on uncertain paths, holding nothing but an old dream and a prayer whispered on tired lips?
“Grace in the Grind“—because I have walked through life not in haste, but in hope. I have endured the mundane with quiet reverence, for even the ordinary has its sacred song. There is grace, I have learned, in the unnoticed tasks, in the dust-laden moments where effort meets dignity.
“Faith in the Fog“—because life does not always offer a map. There were crossroads veiled in mist, where I had only my heartbeat and belief to guide me. I have made friends with the unknown, walked with shadows and yet trusted in the sun’s return. Faith, to me, is not blind—it is wide-eyed and brave.
“Light through the Cracks”—because perfection is not my aim. It is in the brokenness of things that I have found the divine. It is in the incomplete verses of life that poetry sings loudest. What leaks from the cracks of the soul is not weakness, but wonder.
Philosophy of a Phrase
A tagline should not shout; it should whisper what a man stands for. It should outlive applause and endure silence.
Mine would not crown me—it would cradle me.
It would remind me that life is not measured in milestones but in the manner we wait, endure, forgive, and believe. That the worth of a man is not in how high he climbs but how gently he holds others when they cannot walk.
As the ancient sages taught, “Asato mā sad gamaya, tamaso mā jyotir gamaya…” — Lead me from untruth to truth, from darkness to light. So has been my journey: from questions to quiet, from chaos to calm, from ambition to acceptance.
A World with Taglines
If only we saw people not for their stature, but for their essence. If every forehead bore a line of truth—how much kinder we might become. Some might wear:
– “Healed but Healing.”
– “Still Blooming in Winter.”
– “Carrying Stars in the Ashes.”
And yet, mine would remain as it is: “Grace in the Grind, Faith in the Fog, and Light through the Cracks.”
Because I am still becoming. And that, perhaps, is the most human tagline of all.
In a world that often races ahead on wheels of ambition and noise, the quest for a good life remains a gentle, timeless pursuit. It is not defined by titles or trophies, but by moments of quiet fulfilment, deep awareness, and heartfelt connection. To live well is not merely to exist in the physical sense—it is to breathe with purpose, feel with depth, and walk through life with grace. It is less about the height of our achievements and more about the depth of our being.
The question remains—what are the true essentials for such a life? What are the invisible threads that hold the fabric of a meaningful existence together? Let us explore, not as philosophers or preachers, but as humble seekers under the same sky.
1. A Peaceful Mind—The Quiet Kingdom Within
Peace of mind is not the absence of noise but the presence of stillness in the heart. It is the ability to sit with one’s thoughts and not be afraid of their shadows. In ancient Indian thought, this serenity is called Shanti; the Stoics revered it as a form of rational composure, and the mystics saw it as divine alignment.
A peaceful mind does not wage war with the world—it reconciles with the self. It is a sanctuary where chaos cannot enter.
“Peace comes from within. Do not seek it without.” — Gautama Buddha
2. Purpose—The Compass of a Worthy Life
Without purpose, life is a rudderless boat adrift in a vast sea. Purpose gives us a reason to rise each morning, to strive, to serve, and to smile. It needn’t always be grand or glorious—it could be as quiet as nurturing a garden or as noble as educating a child.
A good life does not demand greatness, but meaning. Ask yourself, “What fills my heart with light, and how can I share that light?”
Purpose is not something we stumble upon; it is something we create, gently and daily.
3. Relationships—A Few Good Souls
It is not the number of people around us but the quality of hearts beside us that matters. Relationships are not built on grand declarations but on small, sincere gestures—listening without judgement, standing quietly during another’s storm, and celebrating their sunlight without envy.
Let your inner circle be one where your spirit is safe, your laughter genuine, and your silences understood.
“Let us be grateful to the people who make us feel alive.” — Marcel Proust
4. Health—The Silent Architecture of Joy
A sound body and a clear mind are not indulgences; they are prerequisites for living fully. Health is not merely the absence of illness—it is vitality, energy, and a certain rhythm in one’s breath. Walking at dawn, resting well, eating simply, and laughing heartily are more curative than many prescriptions.
The wise do not take health for granted; they tend to it like a sacred flame.
5. Gratitude—The Alchemy of Enough
Gratitude turns the mundane into miracles. It transforms a humble meal into a feast, a modest room into a palace, and a passing smile into a lifelong memory. It teaches us to bow before life’s generosity, even when it arrives in subtle packages.
To whisper thank you in the midst of adversity is to claim victory of the spirit.
“Gratitude is not only the greatest of virtues, but the parent of all the others.” — Cicero
6. Curiosity and Creativity—The Soul’s Playground
A curious mind is a young mind, regardless of age. A creative heart finds colour in clouds, poetry in silence, and music in movement. Whether it’s writing a line of verse, sketching a face, crafting a melody, or simply asking ‘Why?’, creativity connects us to our divine essence.
The good life is not rigid—it flows, plays, questions, and rejoices in wonder.
7. Simplicity—The Grand Elegance of Less
Simplicity is not deprivation; it is clarity. It is about owning less but feeling more, chasing less but living more. It is the elegance of clean spaces, unhurried thoughts, and uncluttered emotions. As the poet Tagore wrote, “Everything comes to us that belongs to us if we create the capacity to receive it.”
The simple life is neither loud nor lifeless—it is deep, deliberate, and deliciously slow.
A Gentle Benediction
The good life is not a summit to scale but a path to tread—gently, mindfully, joyfully. It asks for presence over perfection, warmth over wealth, and essence over extravagance. One need not own the world to feel fulfilled; one only needs to feel at home within.
Live such that your days hum with harmony, your nights echo with contentment, and your legacy is not measured in marble but in memories of kindness, honesty, and joy.
“To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.” — Oscar Wilde
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“Seven Steps Through Time: The Celestial Symphony of the Week”
From ancient temples to modern timetables, the seven-day week dances to a rhythm rooted in the stars, scriptures, and spirits. Across Romanavenues, Anglo-Saxonmeadows, and Indianghats, each day emerges not just as a division of time, but as a divine appointment. Let us traverse the fascinating corridors of history, myth, philosophy, and cosmic wisdom that gave rise to the names of the days we now so casually speak.
Roman Roots: Gods Who Governed the Sky and the Calendar
The Romans, influenced by the Babylonians and the Greeks, aligned each day with a celestial body and its corresponding deity:
1. Dies Solis (Sunday) – Day of the Sun (Sol Invictus): symbol of light, power, and life.
2. Dies Lunae (Monday) – Day of the Moon (Luna): emblem of intuition and emotion.
3. Dies Martis (Tuesday) – Day of Mars (god of war): action, courage, confrontation.
4. Dies Mercurii (Wednesday) – Day of Mercury (god of communication and travel): wit, commerce, agility.
5. Dies Iovis (Thursday) – Day of Jupiter (king of gods): expansion, wisdom, and justice.
6. Dies Veneris (Friday) – Day of Venus (goddess of love and beauty): relationships, harmony, art.
7. Dies Saturni (Saturday) – Day of Saturn (god of time and discipline): structure, limitations, reflection.
English Etymology: A Saxon Touch on Roman Names
The Anglo Saxons, absorbing Roman culture through Christianity and trade, adapted these names, swapping Roman gods for their Germanic counterparts:
1. Sunday – Sun’s day
2. Monday – Moon’s day
3. Tuesday – Tiw’s day (Tiw = Norse god of war, equivalent to Mars)
4. Wednesday – Woden’s day (Woden = Odin, like Mercury)
5. Thursday – Thor’s day (Thor = thunder god, akin to Jupiter)
6. Friday – Frigg’s day (Frigg = goddess of love, like Venus)
7. Saturday – Saturn’s day (unchanged from Latin)
Indian Insights: The Cosmic Circle of the Week
In India, each day or “Vāra” is named after one of the Navagrahas (nine planetary deities), and has its own mythological, philosophical, and astrological resonance.
1. Ravi-vāra (Sunday)
Deity: Surya (Sun god)
Attributes: Vitality, health, vision
Verse: “Ravivāsare yatra na gamanam kāryam na kraya-vikrayam” (रविवासरे यात्रा न कार्यं न क्रय-विक्रयम्) Pronunciation: Ravivāsare yātra na kāryaṃ na kraya-vikrayaṃ Meaning: On Sundays, travel and trading should be avoided — it’s a day for worship and rest.
2. Soma-vāra (Monday)
Deity: Chandra (Moon), Chandra Deva (Moon God) and Lord Shiva
Auspicious for introspection, family prayers, and rituals for ancestors.
Sanskrit Verse:
सोमवारे शिवं ध्यात्वा, पितॄणां तर्पणं चरेत्। न यात्रा न क्रयं कार्यं, सोमः शान्तिप्रदः सदा॥
Pronunciation
Somavāre Śivaṃ dhyātvā, pitṝṇāṃ tarpaṇaṃ caret। Na yātrā na krayaṃ kāryaṃ, Somaḥ śāntipradaḥ sadā॥
Meaning:
“On Monday, meditate upon Lord Shiva and offer oblations to the ancestors. Do not undertake travel or buying/selling on this day — for the Moon (Soma) bestows peace and calm always.”
This verse is rooted in classical Hindu astrological wisdom and Vedic tradition, where Monday is viewed as a day for reflection, reverence, and restraint, especially in memory of the ancestors (Pitṛs) and the calming influence of Chandra Deva, the Moon God.
3. Mangala-vāra (Tuesday)
Deity: Mars (Mangala)
Attributes: Energy, aggression, discipline
Traditionally inauspicious for weddings or new ventures.
Verse: “Mangalavāre vivāham na kāryam” (मङ्गलवारे विवाहं न कार्यम्) Meaning: One should not perform marriage ceremonies on a Tuesday.
4. Budha-vāra (Wednesday)
Deity: Mercury (Budha)
Attributes: Intelligence, speech, commerce
Favoured for education, writing, travel, and business deals.
Verse: “Budhe likhanam pathanam cha shubham” (बुधे लेखनं पठनं च शुभम्) Meaning: On Wednesdays, writing and studying are auspicious.
5. Guru-vāra (Thursday)
Deity: Jupiter (Guru or Brihaspati)
Attributes: Wisdom, spirituality, charity
A day for teaching, learning, and devotional practices.
Verse: “Guruvāre dānam adhītyam cha shreshtam” (गुरुवारे दानम् अधीत्यं च श्रेष्ठम्) Meaning: Charity and learning on Thursdays bring divine merit.
6. Shukra-vāra (Friday)
Deity: Venus (Shukra)
Attributes: Love, pleasure, wealth
Favoured for shopping, beauty treatments, romantic pursuits.
Verse: “Shukravāre vastra-alankāra krayah shubhaḥ” (शुक्रवारे वस्त्रालंकार क्रयः शुभः) Meaning: Buying clothes and ornaments on Fridays is auspicious.
7. Shani-vāra (Saturday)
Deity: Saturn (Shani)
Attributes: Karma, delay, discipline
A day of restraint, charity to the needy, and avoidance of major beginnings.
Verse: “Shanivāsare navakāryam na kāryam” (शनिवासरे नवकार्यं न कार्यम्) Meaning: Avoid initiating new tasks on Saturdays.
Philosophical and Poetic Reflections
Each day represents not just a planetary influence but a philosophy:
1. Sunday teaches us radiance without arrogance.
2. Monday whispers the art of softness and calmness.
3. Tuesday thunders with resolve but warns of impulsiveness.
4. Wednesday sings the ballad of clarity in thought and dialogue.
5. Thursday lights the inner lamp of learning and introspection.
6. Friday paints the canvas of life with beauty, affection, and balance.
7. Saturday sculpts us with patience, justice, and quietude.
Like a Raag in Indian classical music, each day has its own emotional and spiritual tone — a rhythm that aligns with cosmic principles and human conduct. The ancients understood that life was not linear but cyclic — and so they designed a week that was not mechanical but meaningful.
Astronomy Meets Astrology
In Indian Jyotisha (astrology), the sequence of days reflects the Hora system, where each planetary hour (hora) rotates in a 7-hour sequence across days. This astronomical pattern lays the foundation for the week — bridging science and soul.
Each planet’s energy descends upon Earth in a sequence designed by cosmic harmony. Our ancestors didn’t merely name the days — they invoked them.
A Journey in Every Day
1. Sunday – रविवासरः (Ravivāsaraḥ)
Sanskrit Verse: रविवारे न कर्तव्यं यात्रा क्रयविक्रयम्। सूर्यं स्मृत्वा जपेद् मंत्रं, आरोग्यं दीयते सदा॥
Meaning: “On Friday, worship Lakshmi and purchase clothes or ornaments. Engage in music and joy — Venus brings prosperity and charm.”
7. Saturday – शनिवासरः (Śanivāsaraḥ)
Sanskrit Verse: शनिवारे शनिं ध्यात्वा, तेलं दद्याद् द्विजातये। न आरम्भः न यात्रा च, शनिः शान्तिं प्रयच्छति॥
Pronunciation : Śanivāre Śaniṃ dhyātvā, telaṃ dadyād dvijātaye। Na ārambhaḥ na yātrā ca, Śaniḥ śāntiṃ prayacchati॥
Meaning: “On Saturday, meditate on Shani and offer oil to the Brahmins. Avoid starting new tasks or travelling — Saturn bestows peace through discipline.”
The days of the week are not just markers on a calendar. They are sacred stations on the journey of the self — each urging us to reflect, refine, and realign. From Roman gods to Sanskrit shlokas, from Saxon sagas to Vedic vedas, the week is a mystical choreography — a celestial song written across sky and soul.
Let every Monday be a moonlit meditation, every Friday a fragrant offering of joy, and every Saturday a silent teacher. The week, when walked mindfully, becomes not just a circle of routine but a spiral of ascension.
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There are questions one may answer lightly—tea or coffee, mountains or sea, sunrise or moonlight—and then there are questions that strike the core like a bell struck at midnight. One such question is: Would you ever change your name?
I smile gently at the thought. No, I would not. For my name is not a convenience. It is a consecration. It is not an accessory to be exchanged with time’s passing fashions, but an offering placed at the altar of existence, lovingly, prayerfully, and purposefully.
A Name is Not Just Given—It is Grown
My name was not merely chosen—it was breathed into me, like a soul blown into clay. It has weathered the winds of time, echoing through corridors of classrooms, across silent thresholds of interviews, in the sighs of solitude, and the applause of fulfilment.
It is more than a word—it is the echo of my becoming.
My name has risen with me like the morning sun when dreams felt reachable and rested beside me in the hush of nights when hope flickered like a last candle. It has felt the burden of failures and the lightness of small, sacred victories.
Would I trade it for another, no matter how mellifluous? Never. That would be like giving away a mountain carved by my own climbing.
The Theosophical mutter of Identity
Theosophy teaches that names are more than sounds; they are spiritual impressions. Each syllable holds a vibration aligned with the dharma of the soul. Names are the karmic signatures we carry, echoing through the subtle worlds.
What I bear is not just a name—it is a soul’s frequency entrusted to me for this journey. It was bestowed not as a random utterance but as a divine hint, a cipher to my soul’s contract.
To alter it would be to drift from the compass I was given. Like renaming a sacred text mid-recitation. Like calling a temple by another name while still expecting the same peace from its sanctum.
The Philosophical Anchor
From the quiet stillness of the Upanishads to the bold declarations of the Stoics, the philosophical mind reminds us that the self is not in what we possess, but in what we endure, evolve, and express.
My name has evolved with me. Like a stone shaped by both caress and current, it has been softened by compassion and sharpened by resolve.
The existentialists might argue that we are born without essence—but I believe that through actions, decisions, and truths lived, we lend essence to our name. It becomes a philosophical vessel—a container for the stories that form us.
A Poem, A Prayer, A Pilgrimage
My name has heard more prayers than my lips could utter. It has been written in dusty school registers and etched on formal documents—but more importantly, it has been inscribed on the hearts of moments I survived and sanctified.
It is a poem—composed not in rhyme but in resolve. A prayer—whispered in moments of despair, spoken aloud in days of delight. A pilgrimage—from innocence to insight, from burden to blessing.
In the soft parlance of Tagore, “Every child comes with the message that God is not yet discouraged of man.” And in every name, God leaves a message—a hope, a path, a purpose.
The Final Benediction
No, I will not change my name. For to change it is to disown the temple I have built with my own hands, brick by brick, sacrifice by sacrifice, silence by silence.
It is to cover the original brushstrokes of my life’s canvas with the paint of someone else’s palette.
It is to forget that in a world which often forgets us, our name is the last echo of our truth.
Let the world forget. Let time erase. But as long as I breathe, I shall remain the keeper of my name. And in it shall bloom my unspoken story, my unseen strength, my un-surrendered – spirit.
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