“Man’s Search For Meaning” crops up in many lists describing the 100 most influential books of our time. But one only has to read the first few pages of this 153-page book to understand why; from the get-go the book brings in philosophical themes about life and its meaning, through the lens of psychology and a prisoner’s experience in a concentration camp.
While at the Auschwitz concentration camp in the 1940s, Dr. Frankl experienced starvation, disease, extreme insomnia, exhaustion, and the threat of looming death. …
The world needs to re-brace itself for the deadliest strain of the coronavirus until now.
As I write this, Delhi stands at a positivity rate of 31%, i.e., every third person who tests for the virus has it. The true figure of people infected with the virus might be even higher; everyone I know is either infected or has a family member who is infected and needs urgent oxygen and ventilator support, plasma, Covid-19 medication, and Covid-19 detection tests— which are critically low in supply. The healthcare infrastructure has completely collapsed in Delhi and is slowly collapsing pan-India too. …
‘Tis the season of creating our long list of new year resolutions, which we strongly hope to be motivated towards as the year progresses. However, as our individual histories have demonstrated, a majority of the items on our new year’s resolution list will never be met. In fact, anyone would be lucky to achieve even 3–4 of the listed resolutions by December 2021. The problem might not just be demotivation that sets in after a while, but that the list itself sets you up for demotivation.
Pain; a sine wave of intensity
focused on the heart
or the whole of me.
I can’t tell where it comes from
and where it goes,
all I know is that
there’s a dull ache in my veins;
Mama, I’m in pain.
I will never find the right words
to let you know of this pain,
now it’s in my head,
but you won’t understand,
you’re from a generation that survives,
and life is the
dull ache in my veins;
Mama, I’m in pain.
even though it hurts
to curve my lips;
Light bouncing off their surface,
like million sunlit days;
a promise of the future,
I saw shards of glass beckon me,
carrying a lovelorn heart,
wondering if the desert of time
and loneliness would ever fade?
I stepped closer with hope,
sharp as knives,
but it didn’t deter me,
I may be lonely,
but I’m strength personified,
at least that’s what I believed.
I collected the shards in an embrace,
hugged until I couldn’t feel my face,
my body, my essence,
red became my skin
gushing out of my veins.
With time came sanity that brought me back…
What role can the opposite gender play to stop the rising global violence against women?
Dear Opposite Gender,
A week back I was tagged in a black and white selfie challenge by a woman friend, according to which I was supposed to post a black and white picture of myself on my Instagram account and nominate 20 other women who I look up to. Her message said that the reason why she chose me (and 19 other women) to pass on this message to is because I was someone she admired as a strong woman. This challenge was to remind…
And the results were worth the grind.
The pandemic induced lockdown has brought the fitness journey of several gym-goers online. The challenge for these gym lovers isn’t sourcing fitness material, it is navigating effectively through the thousands of such videos on YouTube that can closely match a routine they like.
I too was faced with this dilemma; right before the lockdown, I had joined the gym was among the many who thought that fitness was equal to tough workouts done at the gym. …
Myths make meditation “tough”, while in reality, the practice itself is devoid of any barriers.
by The San B
I often get asked how I get so much time to meditate when I tell people that I meditate four times a day. Their usual reaction to this piece of information is awe because somehow the practice of meditation is seen as an inscrutable, opaque box that needs to be opened with a special combination of backflips, claps, and hops. In short, people view meditation as serious hard work.
But in reality, meditation is the very anti-thesis of hard work.
I am regularly asked questions like “Don’t you love us?”, “Don’t you want to spend time with us?” While I love my family unconditionally, I have a different way of expressing love than they do.
I am called the “cat” of my family because I mostly stay inside my room: working, meditating, or writing. In their mind, I only come out to look for food and occasional cuddles, maybe a few back scratches if I’m the mood. And if they hug me even a minute longer than I anticipated or “allowed” them to, I start to twist my self in…
Self-Love Revolutionary| Writer| Researcher in my Day Job| @thesanb on Instagram and @thesabh on Twitter.