"Cogito Ergo Sum"- A Philosophical Quest

  कधी कधी मला प्रश्न पडतो—इतिहास फक्त जिंकणाऱ्यांनाच लक्षात ठेवतो का? की तो शांतपणे त्यांनाही स्मरतो ज्यांनी सर्वजण गप्प बसले असताना उभे राहण्याचे धैर्य दाखवले? गेल्या काही दिवसांपासून एक प्रश्न माझ्या मनाचा पिच्छा पुरवत आहे— आपण कुठे आहोत? ख्रिस्ती म्हणून नाही. जेसुइट म्हणून नाही. कोणत्याही एका धर्माचे सदस्य म्हणून नाही. तर माणूस म्हणून. जिकडे पाहतो तिकडे लोक आपापली ओझी वाहताना दिसतात. कोणी दुःखात आहे, कोणी उपाशी आहे, कोणी आपल्या भविष्याबद्दल चिंतेत आहे, तर कोणी स्वतःचा आवाज ऐकला जात नाही असे अनुभवत आहे. ते हिंदू असोत, मुस्लिम, शीख, ख्रिस्ती, बौद्ध किंवा कोणत्याही धर्माचे नसोत—त्यांचे दुःख आधी मानवी आहे, नंतर धार्मिक. आणि मी स्वतःलाच पुन्हा पुन्हा विचारतो— अशा वेळी माझा विश्वास माझ्याकडून काय अपेक्षा करतो? डॉ. बाबासाहेब आंबेडकरांनी सांगितले होते की न्याय टिकवण्यासाठी धैर्य आवश्यक असते. त्यांनी दिलेला मंत्र— "शिका, संघटित व्हा आणि संघर्ष करा" —हा केवळ घोषवाक्य नव्हता; तो मानवी प्रतिष्ठा आणि समानतेची जबाबदारी होता. त्यांचे शब्द आजही प्रत्येक पिढीला प्रश्न विचारतात. काही दिवसा...

Sometimes I wonder whether history remembers only those who won, or whether it quietly remembers those who had the courage to stand when everyone else remained silent. These past few days, one question has refused to leave my heart: Where are we? Not as Christians. Not as Jesuits. Not as members of one religion or another. But as human beings. Everywhere I look, I see people carrying burdens. Some are grieving, some are hungry, some are anxious about their future, and some feel unheard. Whether they are Hindu, Muslim, Sikh, Christian, Buddhist, or belong to no religion at all, their pain remains human before it becomes anything else. And I keep asking myself: What does my faith ask of me in moments like these? Dr. B. R. Ambedkar reminded us that rights survive only when people have the courage to protect justice. He urged people to educate, agitate, and organize —not merely as slogans, but as responsibilities rooted in dignity and equality. Those words continue to challenge every gene...

Hello guys! Long time... No, no... I didn't disappear. I was just trying to understand whether I was living in India or inside the comment section of Instagram. Because nowadays, I genuinely cannot tell the difference. Open your phone. One reel says the country has become heaven. The next says everything has collapsed. The third says if you don't support this leader, you're anti-national. The fourth says if you do support him, you've lost your humanity. And somewhere in between, your mother is calling you to eat dinner. Life is strange. I sometimes wonder whether politics has become our new religion. Not because people vote. Voting is beautiful. Democracy is beautiful. Disagreement is beautiful. But because we have forgotten how to disagree without hating. That frightens me. You know what hurts the most? It isn't that political parties fight. They always have. It is that ordinary people ......people who once shared tea, celebrated festivals together, laughed togethe...

I don't know why I feel so lost these days. Maybe what I am feeling is something everyone goes through, or maybe it isn't. I honestly don't know. But I want to ask each one of you something. Have you ever truly seen yourself? Not your face in the mirror. Not the version of yourself that people know. I mean the person who lives deep within you—the one who quietly feels, longs, fears, dreams, and loves. Have you ever noticed yourself being naturally drawn toward something or someone without being able to explain why? Have you ever stood at a crossroads where you knew which road you were taking, yet had absolutely no idea why you were walking on it? It is such a strange feeling. You know the direction, but you don't know the destination. You know your choice, but you don't fully understand the reason behind it. The emotions become so intense that even you cannot explain them. I don't know... perhaps many of you have experienced this too but have never spoken about ...

Or, How Aristotle Managed to Give Me an Existential Crisis Two Thousand Years After His Death Sometimes, recently, I have felt a strange void within me. It is one of those feelings that is impossible to explain. There is everything to do, deadlines waiting, books staring at me with disappointment, assignments pretending to be important, and yet... you feel like doing absolutely nothing. You simply want to sit. To wait. To hope that one miraculous moment will arrive and somehow rearrange your entire life. You wait for that one conversation, that one person, that one experience, or perhaps that one divine intervention that will suddenly make everything make sense. I do not know what is happening. But I know something is definitely wrong. Or perhaps... nothing is wrong at all. Maybe this is simply another chapter of becoming human. Maybe it will pass. Maybe it will change me before it leaves. Now, since my life has already become sufficiently complicated, let us make it even more complica...

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...

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 ...