There is Nothing, Nothing is there

There was no joy, no anger, no feeling. There was nothing. There was no feeling, there was no pride, there was no angst, there was nothing. The man didn't feel anything. Madness gripped him out of nowhere, a spectre of debauchery haunted his thoughts every second. He wondered how much longer this would go on. …

Starr Comes Back

People come, people go; we think, we live & exist. The universe has its ways of communicating with us. It's expressed as people, signs, icons & other symbols or meanings that we use to make sense of the world around us. The individual who exists in his or her social collective is wired to think …

The More We See, The Less We Know

Honour and pride. Two words that describe the state of mind felt by many from time to time, are liable to being prone to attachment. And attachment causes dependency, which in turn led to craving, and then attachment all over again. If all our lives, our interactions and choices, so to speak, were to be …

Open Minds Open The World

For as long as we can remember, we've had the feeling that there is too much happening around us. The truth is that most of it is noise. We know how a majority of the universe is composed of dark matter. Meaning, to say that a healthy part of the universe is composed of nothing. …

Back To Writing After a 5 Month Break

He had turned 27 years old a few days ago. He was feeling good about it. As if he were just getting started with his life. And what a life. Whenever, he heard the word 'life', his thoughts would drift to the monotonous senselessness that life had seemed to be, that had so plagued him …

Blazed Mind, Blazed New World

On one hand, his content feed was filled with news about 5G trials; the 'metaverse' led by Epic Games; companies raising millions of dollars for being valued at billions; stock market updates (where share prices reflect the 'future') and its disconnect from the real economy (where its about the 'present'); cryptocurrencies and so on; while …

Blazing for Individualism, not Groupism

The vagabonds started at him for a few seconds, made eye contact and then quickly looked away. A bit confused, and blazed out of his mind; he continued walking. They - all four of them - were dressed in clothes one could only term as pitiable; while he, a privileged, middle class fuck, was decked …

Living With Frustration and Acceptance

All around, he only sensed a never-ending sense of drudgery, stagnation and ruts of all kinds. Maybe it was the environment - summer was there; somedays it wasn't; or maybe it was the never-ending stream of news that contained only gloom, doom and everything in between,; he didn't know for sure. But constantly, on a …

The World Is Ours; By The Powers, Where We Will, We Roam

His head was going haywire and he couldn't concentrate, try as he could with all his might. . He had decided to order cold coffee. He had been having exactly 200 ml of it every morning since the last 2 weeks, and he was feeling as if he had developed a healthy tolerance to coffee …

Escape And Trip on Your Own Originality

Be aware of the mediocrity all around you, because quite frankly we tend to absorb the realities of others by default rather than trip and arrive at our own judgements via our own independent effort of thought. It is prudent to reason that many things in the world of ours today makes us feel uncomfortable, …

Tripping All The Time And The Way Forward

I have often remarked about the feedback that people have given me about this small blog - how it seems 'cool' or 'awesome' that someone is talking about using cannabis medicinally, spiritually and practically. In return I have been more than happy about telling them why I am so open about it. Its not because …

Thinking the Thought and Blazing Away

The drudgery seemed never ending. Try as he could, it felt as if he were running out of energy, time and things that served to motivate him to get up every day and so something, anything. He could not understand what was happening to him. Everything felt fine, but everything also felt not so fine. …

Bliss, Argentina and Tripping on Lights

Boomtown Welcome to the 14th edition of Boomtown. If you’re reading this for the first time, welcome to Boomtown. We’re tripping as usual and it's another Saturday, another weekend, in a year that seems to stretch longer and longer. Maybe we feel that way because so many events, so many narratives have blazed across the …

Tripping on Social Validation, Democracy and Pain

Gloria Indica Hi! Welcome to the 23rd edition of Gloria Indica. If you’re reading this for the first time, then welcome. This is our newsletter when we tend to focus a bit more on the cannabis, business and technology narratives blazing across the world of ours today. Narratives that will have an impact on all …

Remembering Sushant Singh Rajput From A Metaphysical Lens

Gloria Indica Hi! Welcome to the 16th edition of Gloria Indica, our newsletter written specifically for Wednesdays and Thursdays. If you’re reading this for the first time, then welcome. We’re changing today’s newsletter format into a story about late Actor, Sushant Singh Rajput, while taking a trip down religious, mysticism laden scientifically laden psychedelic substances …

Payments, China and Mining

Boomtown Hi! Welcome to the 1st edition of Boomtown, our newsletter written and published every week on Friday at exactly 4:20 p.m. A Boomtown is, as per mainstream definition a place where rapid economic progress often clashes with existing socio-politico structures to lay down the foundation of a new way of living, working and earning. …

Wars, Flashing Teeth, Chaos and Solace

There was a time, when Sins would have given anything, including his decrepit looking, sentimental value possessing black shirts to anyone who so ever desired it, if only, if only he were given a sense of hope, a calm, rational, guiding voice, so to speak in his life. Maybe, it was already there, maybe it …

The Sign of the Light

Tables turn, bridges burn,you live and you learn! If there ever was a sign, this was it and Sins felt tugs, rips and pulls pulsating across his body as if he were gliding across an ocean of red, blue and green, in search of the elusive forbidden fruit. Voices, tunes and jingles were an understatement, …

There Are No Fucking Answers

It didn't matter what others thought about him. He knew and understood this fact. But somehow, deep down, he felt it did matter and this matter, though it ought to be swatted away like an irksome, ugly fly, bothered him to some extent. After all, how could he get rid of the deep, deep evolutionary …

The Fucking Pointlessness of it All

As far as he could say, there was no fucking point in doing anything at all. Hoping for self-righteous fucks to chide him with claims of the 'divinity', 'sacredness' and 'purity' of life, he thought his life so far had definitely been worth living for, seeing as he had been lucky in experiencing pleasure that …

Among All, Cannabis Stands Tall

The man closed his eyes, wishing never to open them again. He felt as if small knives, with their small pointy ends, were having a go at him, somewhere near his chest region. He refused to cry, and the tears obliged accordingly, retreating back inside as if chided for making an uncalled-for appearance. He was …

Complex Systems and Complex People

The sense of calm enveloped him like a crooning lover. It felt like..being balanced, homeostasis. He had finally reached equilibrium, the mode of being where focus, attention and being in a state of flow was all that mattered. Bedeviled by distractions on all sides, he felt as if his sense of attention had become blunt, …

The Heart is Racing, It Keeps on Repeating

Three hearty swigs of freshly brewed beer later, Mr. Well reckoned that another couple of hearty swigs of beer were in order. He didn't drink often, preferring to let his body recover for days and weeks at a time before the next swig of beers. Mr. Well liked mind-altering substances and his preferred choices were …

Baby, I’m Addicted, I’m Out of Control

He had finally lost control. The thoughts had refused to go away. It had begun a few minutes after he had woken up. His sleep was much better than last night. He had dreamt, finally. After a long, long time. Maybe a few months. He couldn't understand what the trigger had been. Or maybe there …

Everything is Fucked, Everybody Sucks

Mr. Well woke up in a slight daze. For the past month or so, he hadn't been able to wake up with the usual spring in his step. A feeling of heaviness remained in his head well after an hour of waking up, the result being that he only felt completely awake, after a full …

The Death of Mr. Sins

For a long, long time, Mr. Sins stared, at nothing in particular. He had begun the year in spectacular fashion. For a full two months he had continued, day after day, visualizing the time when he would be frolicking along a quaint coastal bed, hand in hand with the partner of his dreams. Three days …

The Joys of Mind Control

He woke up with a start. He was much earlier than usual. He didn't know why. On a normal day he would wake up at eight or nine. It was five a.m today. He felt as if his internal system was trying to beckon him towards something, which he seemingly had to find out, as …

The Life Of Hearts

One cold, gloomy, overcast morning, over a cup of freshly brewed coffee, an Ethiopian blend which he had procured from an import house, Sins could suddenly, crystal clearly remember the entirety of the life he had led for the past four years. He could see every individual he had met and every circumstance from the …

How Everyone Changes And A Possible Solution For Criminals on the Death Row

There were many things that he adored. Adored with all his heart. Out of all the things, he adored her the most After all, the much-professed viewpoint that each and every human being had been born with a divinely ordained purpose was a viewpoint that strived its best to sit with him in times of …

Make Way For The Eternal Optimist

He would often realize the error of his ways whenever he closed his eyes to account his monetary transactions into his Evernote. The Best Morning of his Life Emerging from the haze of incidents that had swept past him in the past couple of days after a few minutes of replaying his life in front …