The Important Matters of the Day

Post the third edible, a calm wave of radiation seemed to pass over the immediate surroundings. He was the last one remaining inside the 'Nomads' office. The others had seen no reason to accompany him. They were happy and done for the day; when in fact the day had just started for him. Thinking was …

Tripping on Capitalism and Altered Conscious States

A section of people in many countries (any country for that matter. Any country of the 200 odd total) feel that elected governments should not be questioned about any decision they take. Another equal if not more amount of people, feel that every decision of the elected government taken in any context is to be …

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 …

How Urban Marijuana Users Can’t Help But Consume

The last time he had consumed marijuana, he had continued to do so for the next ten days, forsaking work, settled as he was, sprawled across a comfortable couch, reading books and blogs, writing long letters to his beloved, in front of a smart television, that served as a twin interface for traditional television channels …

You’re The Thinker, You’re the Doer

He couldn't feel anything in spite of acknowledging that he had a problem. After throwing seven marijuana hits at the problem, he realized the problem actually did exist in reality, and wasn't a figment of his imagination, hence, warranting attention, deliberation and a keen focus to solve it by inculcating small improvements every day, which …

Turn Your Stress Into Smoke.

She had been asleep when the accident happened. When she regained consciousness after a few short minutes, she felt as if there was something, a physical object with sharp edges, inside her lower back. Fighting back tears, while imagining herself impaled on pieces of glass, she moved a little, and to her relief, she felt …

Mr. Sins Goes To The Pool

The lights at his office gradually began turning off, one room by one room, as he lurked in a corner, swiping left and right on Tinder, like a prospective miner digging for gold. It wasn't late, the minute hand on his watch showed nine minutes after eleven in the night, a full eight hours before …

The Rule of Sins, A Master of His Destiny.

"I'm here without you baby, but you're still always on my mind. I think about you baby, and I dream about you all the time. I'm here without you baby, but you're still with me in my dream, and tonight girl, its only you and me". An annoying mosquito buzzing inside Sins' ear repeatedly since …

The Wonders of Human Consciousness

The milk based chocolate was a delight that every human being in the world had a right to taste and savour, especially when the ingredients that were required to produce it commercially through human ingenuity were obtained from plants and animals, members of the earth whom human beings had shaped judiciously through selective breeding generation …

The Men Who Were Living It

Politely, he asked one of the many voices inside his head that seemed hell bent on making decisions for his conscious self, to quieten down, before taking a couple of deep breaths to quell all the other voices blaring their cacophony of images, thoughts and shapes shaped by all the external stimuli he had witnessed …

The Image Of the Life He Saw Inside His Mind Everyday

In his mind, he had already made it. A mate he adored more than life itself, a chiseled body that people would kill him for, in the worst way possible because it was that good, a hill top mansion that lay sprawled across the lush steppes overlooking the majestic mountains, a diet rich in organic …

How You Can Remember Your Ancestors By

It transpired that in spite of his bravado and belief in himself, fate seemed intent to ensure that he would be having a tough time in accomplishing the endeavors that held the key to his dreams, the dreams that he was imagining day in, day out, so much so that it became an integral part …

The Sins of the Mind

It didn't occur to him that it was action that inspired motivation and not the other way around, his plane of thought struggling to fight against itself in a bid to overcome lengthy periods of procrastination, compounded even worse by holding the very thoughts about not procrastinating. It was a battle he fought everyday, winning …

The Sins Of Consciousness

The need to belong and conform clawed at him in disguises, tied as he was genetically to the wanderings of his hunter gatherer ancestors whose chances of survival increased exponentially when they travelled or lived together in groups, lest they were killed by animals or other wandering bands of humans. However, he didn't need to …