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The Philosopher Who Wanted to Argue With God

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Yo Bros, I Am Back… The Philosopher Who Wanted to Argue With God, Metaphysics, and Play in the Sand Really, this last year of philosophy is becoming worse. Not because of studies, not because of assignments, and definitely not because of exams, but because of the language itself. The metaphysical language is enough to make a person question not God, but his own existence. Sometimes I genuinely feel that these subjects were created by people who woke up one morning and asked themselves, “How can we make simple things so complicated that students will begin seeing essence, existence and Being even in their morning tea?” Mission accomplished. I am suffering. We study metaphysics because apparently we want to change our perspectives and understand Being itself. Now tell me honestly, God has existed peacefully for eternity. Who asked us to disturb Him? We are sitting in classrooms saying, “Essence… existence… participation… substance… accident…” while God is probably looking at us and sayin...
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The Silent Crisis in Jesuit Formation: Between Ideals, Individuality, and the Cry for Companionship

A reflection written not out of anger, but out of concern, love, exhaustion, hope… and a little bit of existential comedy I know one thing very clearly: the Jesuit is idealized immensely. From the very beginning, the image is powerful—intellectual, disciplined, spiritual, socially aware, available for mission, deeply prayerful, fearless before the world. And honestly, it is beautiful. A young novice enters the novitiate carrying all these dreams. He enters believing that he is stepping into a brotherhood of saints who laugh together, pray together, fight for justice together, and accompany one another toward God. And then… The novice comes out of the novitiate and discovers a new world. A different reality. A reality no one fully explained to him. Suddenly, formation becomes less about the person and more about systems. Rules and regulations begin to dominate everything, while the individual slowly disappears somewhere in between timetables, reports, expectations, evaluations, and ...
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Perhaps We Become Poets Because We Loved

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  There is a strange phenomenon in human life. The quietest people often become the loudest writers. The people who once struggled to express a single feeling suddenly begin filling notebooks, journals, blogs, and phone notes with words that refuse to stay inside. It is almost funny when you think about it. The same person who could not say “I miss you” directly somehow ends up writing three pages about the weather, the moon, destiny, philosophy, and the meaning of existence—just to avoid admitting that they miss one particular person. Love does that. It turns ordinary people into accidental poets. I have often wondered why this happens. Why does a person who never cared about language suddenly become obsessed with finding the right words? Why does someone who barely passed literature classes start reading poetry at two in the morning? Why does every song suddenly feel personal? Why does every sunset begin to look like a message? Perhaps because love creates a problem that language...
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In Search of a Different Truth

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"Some people search for Truth. I think I am searching for something far more dangerous." I am in search of truth. Not the kind of truth that prehistoric philosophers searched for while staring at the stars and wondering why lightning exists. Not the truth that medieval philosophers defended with books thicker than their patience. Not the truth that modern philosophers dissected into theories, systems, arguments, and counterarguments. Not even the truth that contemporary philosophers continue to debate in conferences where everyone speaks for twenty minutes and nobody changes their mind. No. I am searching for a different kind of truth. Truth, which is personal, relational, alive, experiential and that which is the destination which admires the uniqueness of each individual and respects the plurality in the world. Now, some of you may already be preparing your philosophical weapons. "Rohan, truth is truth. How many kinds of truth can there be?" Fair question. But the...
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Standing on the Cliff: Freedom, Fear, Christ, and the Endless Highway Below

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You know, recently during my retreat at St. Xavier's Villa , I was standing on the edge of the mountain after dinner. Retreat time is usually a time of silence, prayer, reflection, and trying to act holy while internally your mind is running like Mumbai local trains during rush hour. But somehow, that cliff became my favorite place. That place is beautiful. Truly beautiful. When you stand there and look at the world from above, everything changes. The lights below look peaceful. The air touches differently. The wind speaks in a language only silence understands. The whole world appears calm, meaningful, almost divine. Honestly, I wish I could give you my eyes for just five minutes so you could see what I saw that night. And then suddenly, while standing there, one realization hit me very hard. From far away, the world looks beautiful and peaceful. But when you enter the world, when you actually live inside it, it is full of struggles, confusion, pressure, expectations, disappoi...
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Easter, Hospitals, Love, and the Confusion Called Being Human

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Soooo… Easter Hai, Par Sabke Liye Same Nahi Hai I know we are in the Easter season. The season where everyone wants to be happy, go out, meet family, eat good food, click photos, and post captions like “He is Risen, so am I.” Nice. But let me tell you something very honestly— everywhere, it is not the same. Reality is different for everyone. When someone is laughing loudly in one room, someone else in another room is quietly breaking. And the truth is—no one can fully understand that pain. Not even the people who love you the most. Because everything… is interpretation. We live by predictions. Even when we talk about meaning, we are predicting meaning. So when you say, “He looks happy,” you actually don’t know whether he is happy. You are just guessing. Congratulations. Humanity runs on guesswork. Hospital Scene: When Humanity Becomes a Process Recently, I experienced something that shook me. I went to admit one of my beloved uncles. We were in a hurry—panic, confusion, fear. And o...
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“Lent, Nietzsche, and Gajar Ka Halwa: Ek Confused Seminarian Ki Prem Kahani with God”

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When Faith, Philosophy, AI, and Exams All Attack at Once There are two kinds of people in this world. One who start Lent with discipline. And one who start Lent with determination… and end it by giving up absolutely nothing. Guess which one I am. Lent has begun. The season of purification. The season of sacrifice. The season where people heroically give up chocolate, Instagram, or chai — and I sit there thinking: “Can I at least give up giving up?” Inside, there is this sincere urge to purify myself. Outside, there is gajar ka halwa. And somewhere in between stands my vocation, my existential crisis, and Friedrich Nietzsche laughing sarcastically in the background. Nietzsche Enters the Chat Let us talk about Friedrich Nietzsche . Ah, Nietzsche. The man who looked at Christianity and said, “God is dead,” and then watched Christians panic for 200 years. His criticism of Christianity was brutal, sharp, almost poetic in its cruelty. He saw it as a religion of weakness — morality built f...
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