Easter, Hospitals, Love, and the Confusion Called Being Human

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 on the other side, the doctors and ward boys were also in a hurry.

But the two “hurries” were not the same.

We were desperate.
They were efficient.

We were emotional.
They were functional.

And in that moment, I felt something very strange—
a gap.

A painful gap.

It felt like, for them, he was just another case. Another file. Another “admission.” Something to keep the system moving.

I am not blaming them. I am really not.

But this is what we are becoming.

People of systems.
People of targets.
People of expectations.

We are so conditioned—no, let’s use a nicer word—influenced—that we forget to see the human in front of us.

And slowly, very politely, this kills our humanity.

Sartre, “Das Man,” and the Crowd That Eats Us

At that moment, I remembered Sartre… and also that other fellow (you know, the German one who complicates life)—“das Man.”

Human beings follow the crowd.
We live according to “what people do.”

We become part of the system.
We stop questioning.
We stop feeling deeply.

We enter this existential circle where we are living… but not really living.

So what to do?

Honestly… I don’t know.

But I know one thing.

Love: The Only Thing That Still Makes Sense

This leads me to love.

Easter is not just a feast. It is not just a holiday.
It is the celebration of love that refused to die.

The power behind it? Beyond our reach.

Now here comes Teilhard de Chardin—my man with big ideas.

He talks about the Omega Point—everything moving toward higher complexity, higher consciousness.

Beautiful.

But I disagree a little.

Because what I see in the Resurrection is not complexity—it is clarity.

Not more layers.
But removal of confusion.

Jesus, after going through all the struggles of humanity—pain, rejection, betrayal—remains balanced, pure, and rises.

That’s it.

That is the mystery.

Not how He resurrected…
but how He remained Himself through everything.

And that is what we celebrate.

Resurrection: Less About Jesus, More About Us (Wait… Don’t Panic)

Relax. I am not doing heresy.

But think about it.

In Resurrection, we don’t just stare at Jesus like spectators.
We are invited to participate.

We focus on:

• How to live fully,
• How to remain clear,
• How to stay human in a world that is slowly becoming mechanical.

This is not about blind belief.

This is about living freely, clearly, and meaningfully.

And yes, this understanding goes beyond all those textbook definitions like “justified true belief.”

Sometimes nothing makes sense—
and still, everything becomes clear.

Relationships, Dialogue, and Meaning

In life, relationships are everything.

Through dialogue, through giving meaning to others, we find meaning ourselves.

Easter is the celebration of that meaning.

And no—I am not promoting Christianity here like a salesman.

I am just saying:

This means something to humanity.

A truth that cannot be easily denied.

Plot Twist: Exams Over, But Dread Still There

And yes—good news.

Exams are over.
I am home.
There is joy. Happiness. Food. Family.

But…

There is also that strange feeling—
that dread which Kierkegaard talks about.

Because now I see possibilities.
And with possibilities come consequences.

Freedom is not relaxing.
Freedom is stressful.

Coming Home Feels… Strange

After staying in the seminary for so long, something changes.

You come home… but you don’t fully know how to be at home.

Conversations feel different.
Behaviors feel unfamiliar.

It’s like a soldier returning home—
not wounded physically, but slightly disconnected.

I am not dumb. I know how to speak.

But still… there is that small gap.

Artificial World, Real Longing

The world is becoming more and more artificial.

Maybe that is the complexity we don’t want.

And in all this, I finally met my granny.
She is healthy. She is happy.

That one moment—pure peace.

A Request: Pray for My Uncle

I request your prayers for my uncle, Fr. Sanjay Brahmane.

He is not just my uncle—he is my mentor.

He is the one who taught me how to pray.
Not mechanically—but deeply.

A prayer that is different and deep

I know his genes are in me.
I believe I will receive the graces he has received—the gifts, the blessings, the healing powers which he has received. I know that the powers which he received are in me because I belong to his lineage and more than that he trusts me with those Divine powers. 

Maybe not today.
But someday.

I always wait to speak to him about these things.

But now he is not keeping well.

So I wait.

Again.

Life has a habit of delaying important conversations.

Confession Time: I Am Not Worthy (Yet)

I know I am a sinner.

I know I am not worthy yet.

I have to struggle—to grow into what I am called to be.

To carry forward his (uncle's) example. His inspiration.

Many people pray for me. I know that.

And one day—
the day I truly realize the power God has given through him—

that day, I will be satisfied.

And then?

No coming back.

So… What Is All This?

So what is this blog?

Is it about Easter?
Is it about suffering?
Is it about love?
Is it about confusion?

Or is it just one guy trying to make sense of life between hospital visits, exams, and prayer?

Let me leave you with this:

If everything is interpretation, can we ever truly understand each other?
If systems are necessary, how do we keep humanity alive within them?
If love is the answer, why is it the hardest thing to practice?
If Resurrection brings clarity, why are we still so confused?
And if we are all “correct” in our own places, then why do we hurt each other when those truths collide?

Maybe the answer is simple.

Maybe life is not about solving everything.

Maybe it is about staying human in the middle of everything.

And maybe—just maybe—

that is enough.

And quietly, somewhere inside, one prayer remains:

Lord, let my heart rest in You alone.

Student of Philosophy - Rohan Brahmane SJ