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When leaves fall in every season, the arborist does not polish the leaves; he checks the root. So too here. When the sign loses its power, it is rarely because the thread or the dye has failed; it is because the meaning that once animated the loom has thinned. The craft survives as a costume, the word as a shell, the ritual as choreography without covenant.
Question: Why does Dr Zakir naik's way of debates or recently Mufti Shamail Nadwi Sahab's debate with Javed Akhtar make me highly uncomfortable…that this is not the way even if temporarily it looks...
Question: I was in a discussion earlier today about jobs in gig companies and nepotism, kids of MD’s getting it because who their parents are. Whilst I recognized that it is unfair for someone who...
Question: "Why are the forces of evil usually loud, somewhat united and confident and the forces of good usually scattered, silent and hesitant. Take an example of Kashmir. All these lgbtq, feminist,...
A civilization reveals its soul in the way it dresses its bodies. Clothes are not innocent fabric; they are moving architecture around the human form, declaring what we think a human being is, what...
We have unmasked the lens and drawn the map. We exposed the quiet workshop beneath our “I think”—the pre-argument loom where habits, loyalties, and loves set the hinges on which our certainties...
We ended the first chapter by naming the backstage machinist that cues our certainty before the arguments arrive. We called it culture—the living operating system that sorts the world into drawers...
What persuades a Srinagar café owner to keep, or drop, nun-chai from the menu, and what kind of eatery now owns that cup? What turns the once-sacred Friday bazaar into a selfie-strip of fried snacks...
Digital life has made humans reactive but not reflective because it replaces the metaphysical stillness1 necessary for reflection with perpetual stimulation, eroding the interiority of the self and...
Sometimes life does not strike like a thunderclap but like a slow erosion. You wake to an ordinary morning, but somewhere between the first sip of tea and the last conversation of the previous day,...