Baskadia

The Chemistry of Illusion

I remember a story about Mulla Nasruddin. In the last days of his life, he became the prime minister of an emperor. Every month or two, he would go to a nearby hill station to rest, to a small mountain bungalow he owned. The emperor soon became puzzled. Sometimes Nasruddin would say, “I will return in twenty days,” and he would be back in five. At other times he would say, “I will return in five days,” and he would take twenty. Finally, the emperor asked, “What is this strange pattern? Why do yo

The Monkey Called Mind

Someone from Japan once sent Mahatma Gandhi three statues of monkeys. Gandhi lived his whole life without understanding their meaning. Or whatever he understood was misunderstood. He even asked those who had sent them— they too did not know. You have seen those three monkeys. In pictures, in statues. One monkey sits with hands over the eyes. One with hands over the ears. One with hands over the mouth. Gandhi interpreted them as only Gandhi could. He said: The monkey covering the ears means— do n

Who are you.

Find yourself from yourself by yourself.