Imagine, No God. Imagine, no religion. Imagine, no castes.

Imagine, no mercenary work. Imagine, passion.

Imagine, being paid to do what you love. Imagine, companionship.

Imagine, reproduction not being the purpose of life.

Imagine, love and laughter, being one.


What is Man?!

Today, here I come

To tell you a part of story

A long story, in a gist

The story of my life

In a poetic sum


Whence I was a child

I did not know what I want

I was confused, scared, timid and mild


I grew up to be a young man

Part of the human clan

But the confusion kept me company still

I would not know what I would eventually become

I would not know what I will


My thoughts, my desires kept changing

Some I couldn’t achieve, some I have

Every time I wanted something

Mostly to achieve the desire,

I have given it everything I have



My thoughts and desires and wants

Have made me the person who stands before you today

A very imperfect man

In many ways

But the truth is…

I don’t think I could have been otherwise

Given the way life moved

Including me as a part of the whole

I could not be any other way


Sometime back I started wondering whence from

My desires originated

Why have I always wanted what I wanted?


Have you ever questioned yourself so?


I think I have found part of the answer

And part I am still searching

I will soon bring forth the whole answer

And that will be my major offing.


Today I tell you my friends

We are nothing but a speck in the history of the world

Our desires, our wants

That we hold so dear

They originate within us

Like we originate within a woman’s womb

We are ordered by nature

The almighty powers, the wings of destiny

We are told every moment

Who we are going to be


We own nothing in this world

Not even our own desires

Man o man

Woman o woman

In a sum

We are like the seas, the rivers, the mountains

As natural as they are

Living an illusionary existence


The State of love

Exist in a state of love. Put love into everything you do.

Into conversations

Into work

Into relationships

Into every minute of consciousness

When you do something because of any other reason but love, know the reason and keep reminding yourself that you have got to eliminate that activity and the reason.

Only when the reason is love, things matter.

Eliminate everything else.

Eliminate people you don’t love.

Eliminate things you don’t love.


Eliminate. Let love be the only reason for every minute of existence.

Just go after things and people you love. 


In line with State of Love

As you more fully awaken to the love that you are, so your relationship with others must change.

Your ego defences naturally begin dropping, as do your barriers to giving and receiving love. Others instinctively pick up on your vibration of self-acceptance­, which instantly makes them feel safe in your company.

Because your self-sabotaging­ ego is losing it’s grip upon your identity, you no longer create toxicity, distraction or drama within your relationships. You simply do not have the time, energy nor inclination to spend anything other than pure, loving, and truthful time with people.

You can heal ALL your relationships by coming back to your authentic Self, which has as it’s only intention that of revealing the love within everything.

Now is a time for your relationships to become more deeply enriched and enlightening, as you do everything for Love. ♥

~ Sophie Bashford

Marriage- An Institutionalized Formality

Let’s think about it. Why does the institution of marriage exist? Why exactly?

Is it to create a family?

But families can exist and grow even without the legal formalities. Can’t they? Of course they can.

Is the purpose of marriage to control men who are otherwise considered to be philanderer to stick to one woman? Maybe, it is a plausible answer.

How about women? They seem to have too many ‘options’ at hand. May be the purpose of marriage is to contain their confused mind since they cannot quite decide which of their so many lovers they actually love and want to be with.

So let’s consider the purpose of marriage to make a man and a woman stick to each otherwise and make it legally coercive for them to go wander and go away from each other.

Why should a man and a woman live together and create a family?

Well, the generally accepted answer would be because it is our responsibility to advance the human race forward and only when they live together, they will create a family which will lead to the next generation and so on.

Considering that the purpose of human existence is reproduction, this rationale holds true.

However, I do not agree with this purpose of human existence.

I see the purpose of human existence as individual happiness.

If I look at the institution of marriage from the prism of individual happiness, it seems entirely redundant to me. A man and a woman should work on creating a life together only when they love each other and the output of their being together is visceral happiness, which clearly emerges from each others’ companionship. One feels happy from the others’ company and love and vice versa.

Let’s assume that we live in a world that the institution of marriage does not exist for discussion sake. Now, in such a world, a boy and a girl meet each other in their 20s and they happen to like each other. Also, please understand that nobody in this fictional world of ours is married including the parents of the couple in question.

This boy likes the girl and they work at the same place. He asks her out and they start dating and it goes on for a year. What would be the culmination of their relationship in a world without marriage? They decide at the end of one year that they are so happy with each other that they would like to spend their life together.

The boy asks the girl, ‘Would you want to spend the whole of your life with me? I love you so much and I will ensure that yours is a beautiful life and the reason is me?’

She accepts.

They start living together as a couple and announce to their family and friends of their decision of being together. Now, let’s say 2 years down the line as life goes on, they want to have kids and become parents. Well, they have kids and those kids go to school and within a few years they grow up and life moves on in this society with gaiety.

Nobody is married to anyone in here and people live with each other because they are happy to be with each other.

Else, they don’t.

Let’s look at an important angle.

A friend of this couples’, Jack and his girlfriend Julie also feel in love and started to cohabit at the same time as they did. They had 2 kids within 5 years. However, within 5 years, Jack and Julie realized that they are not as much into love with each other as they were.

They tried to make the relationship work but it did not work.

Well, since they are not married and there is no stopping them to go away from each other although with a lot of pain, they decide to get separated.

Shit happens.

Out of sheer respect for Julie as she wanted, the kids now stay with Julie has a job and is currently not in love with anyone.

Even Jack is single and is an entrepreneur and keeps at work mostly these days. Both of them hope that the love lasted but it didn’t.

They still respect each other and Jack visits Julie sometimes and she visits him with the kids whenever they want.

Why did any of these couples need to be married? Why?

Marriage is an institutionalized formality. It is an institutionalized social formality. It is an institutionalized legal formality.

Nevertheless, it is a formality.

The love of Books

Books are an integral part of my life.

At least I think so and since think so, it is so.

We love books not for one reason. It would be almost an insult to books if the love for them is not deciphered and broken down minutely.
Since this description is not just about “Why I love books” but “Why some of us love them,” this article would deal with the latter question.

We love books because they present an image of what life could be or could not be. It would be best to look at a few genres and try and understand what reading them does to our minds and our visceral experience while reading them.

We love books which present a fictional world to us. We love them because we love stories. Stories entertain us. Someone rightly said that ‘reality is stranger than fiction.’ We know from our everyday experience that anything is possible in life and that is why the likes of us in India believe in mythology and fictional creatures. We love fiction because of its sense of curiosity. It makes us want to know what happened to the protagonist and other characters which the writer presents to our mind.

We love books for entertainment. Books entertain us and take us to a world which is beyond our own world and is beautiful. It is a world we may want to be a part of. They talk about people like us. They enamor and entice us.

Books make us laugh. We love to laugh. Isn’t it? At least most of us love to laugh and a writer who can use his wits to effect is writing would certainly find many admirers.

Books make us feel painful emotions like grief, loneliness and help understand what could be ways of dealing with them. For example, if we find a character in a book deals with loneliness in a manner that’s not painful but enlightening and useful, then we can try and incorporate that attitude in our lives.

Books make us think. They make us question the reality and if it could be any different. They make us think if we could be doing things differently and not the way we have been used to.

One of my favorite genres is autobiographies and I know a few friends who love the same genre. Autobiographies are so entertaining and inspiring, almost all the time. It’s like talking to a great mind while sitting on your armchair. We love autobiographies because they give us an opportunity to talk to some of the wonderful people human race has had and learn from them and become better human beings.

We love books because they describe life. We love books because they are accounts of what is possible and what could have been.

We love books because they help us understand what emotions means. All of us learn differently and some of us have learned a lot about life through the books we have read.

Books describe the emotion of love, of joy, of pain, of suffering, of beauty, of agony in such minute detail that only words can serve the purpose.
Only books can put life in a slow motion. Only books can describe and help us understand life in a manner that it should be understood.

Books record the history of the world and help us make sense of the life around us. Books give meaning to life.
We love books because books are a representation of the human mind and of human experience. All of us would be so incomplete if we could not express ourselves. Writers are gifted people who have the ability to weave words in manner that they appeal to the human mind.

Books, oh I love you. You have made me the kind of person I have become. You have made me think, you have made question my life, the lives of people who surround me. I love you because you have been my friend whenever I have found wanting a friend.

We love books because they are one of our closest friends. I have kissed a many of them. I have cried while reading them and I have laughed while reading them.

We love books. A few of us do and we will continue to love them. They could come by way of philosophy, fiction, non-fiction, fantasy, humor, biographies, autobiographies, any which way but we will love them because they help us grow, become better human beings while at the same time, entertaining us and give us company when we need one the most.