Ganapati has form, and yet he is formless. Form is finite and formless is infinite. Form becomes the bridge through which the mind approaches the formless. How do we understand this?
Why Do Our Gods Carry Weapons?
Our Gods carries weapons that can annihilate the universe, yet they remain the embodiment of Ahimsa. This is not a contradiction. Fire has the nature of heat. It can warm or burn. Both are possible. Yet fire remains fire, untouched by its own actions. In the same way, Ahimsa is the nature of the divine. The weapons do not represent violence. They represent the power of Ahimsa.
The Note of Shiva.
You have looked at the sculpture and images of Shiva countless times. But have you ever noticed his earring? The earring signifies his infinite listening. He is already hearing you.
The Road to Hell.
Animals live in complete ignorance. Humans live in partial ignorance. Most see only their ignorant half and remain blind to the other half, the divine.
Bhairavi Yaatanaa.
You exist only in the present. The present alone is real. Neither past nor future has any independent existence.
The Forgotten Night Life of Our Civilisation.
Night life today is associated with neon lights, crowded streets, music, bars, and weekend celebrations. But long before modern cities discovered the thrill of the night, our civilisation had already perfected a rich, meaningful, and deeply cultural night life. For centuries, the night belonged to stories, music, devotion, and the collective heartbeat of a community.
1979. Only One Witness.
It was August 1979. I watched thirty films that month alone—twice as many as the month before. Around Ulsoor Lake stood four cinema halls, and most mornings I found myself in one of them, slipping into the first two rows for a little over a rupee. What drew me wasn’t the film but the darkness….
Wake to be Reborn.
It was 2:00 AM when a voice stirred me from sleep. Not the sound of the world outside, but a call rising from within: “Oh, the one with teeth like pearls, is it not time to rise? Has dawn not yet arrived for you? Let us go to the river for our bath. The one who is brave like a lion cub, dark as the rain clouds, and radiant as the sun awaits.” I wrote down the inner voice to shape into a contemplation that others can enter. The voice I heard is the same voice Andal gave to the Gopis—it is the eternal reminder that the divine awaits, and that we must rise to meet it.
I am Margashirsha.
This period is not just a season—it’s a sacred alignment where devotion, discipline, and culture converge. The month of Margashirsha is considered auspicious, a time when nature turns inward. The trees shed their leaves, symbolizing renunciation and preparation for renewal.
Nithyānanda.
Longing begins as the sense of something missing. It drives us through desires, journeys, and encounters. But when longing ripens into shraddha and bhakti, it ceases to be a search and becomes a recognition. Truth is not found outside; it rises within. And in that rising, questions vanish, leaving only the fragrance of Ananda — eternal, uncaused, infinite. This is Nithyananda.
You are the Artist; The Universe is the Canvas.
The world is Maya, dependent on the consciousness. The illusion is not false in the sense of non-existent, but contingent: like a reflection in a mirror. Without the gaze, the reflection vanishes. Awareness is the silent ground upon which the play of forms arises.
Samyama
In this state of absorption, your actions arise naturally and effortlessly, flowing from your innermost core. This is effortless action. Effortless action is non-doing. Such absorption is known to as Samyama: a profound merging of attention, awareness, and being, allowing you to move seamlessly with the rhythm of the life.
