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The Soliloquy 

The Soliloquy 

This book was written long back in 2011-12 and this book is very different from what one might expect. When one rrads this book, it would seem that it is coming from his or her own Consciousness.

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It is not that we do not know life. All of us do know, but we have forgotten. We need to be reminded and just the remembrance is enough. There is nothing to do but remember. We are so occupied with our sorrows and pains, personal and professional lives, our goals, our desires, that what exactly life is all about has been clouded. We need someone who can remind us and this book will do exactly that. This book touches topics like Purpose, happiness, fear, failure, relationship, death and more. Every dialogue of the author will sync so perfectly that it will be an “Eureka” moment for the reader. The book is a soliloquy – the Author’s dialogues with himself.
Arnab Sinha

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The Whispering Clock


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Title: Clock’s Whisper

Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock,

The sound spreads from the clock. Does it say something,

Or has it told you already,

Did you hear it hiss in the ear;

am sure it doesn’t address me dear.

O how foggy it is today!

Or the clouds have flown down.

I remove my glasses & wipe them clean,

Ah! What a view I beamed.

No it hasn’t cleared much,

I take them off again.

I rub my eyes and pull my ears

Who’s there? I roar in fear,

Hearing that sound again!

I inch back away and near.

Tick-tock, tick-tock,

A sound that grows in me;

Who is it? Reveal yourself!

At once or I push you in hell!

Tick-tock , Tick-tock.

Thump, thump, thump,

I am here; It’s me, Do you see? Thump, thump, glug.

It’s me, tis me, why don’t you see?

I am your friend O thee!

You! O you! you’re my enemy!

No! O no! Please! stop cursing me.

I am a friend & will always be.

But I can’t stop ticking you see!

Is that why you fear me?

Yes! Yes! you said it yourself!

For the way we hate you much!

O! should I stop, ticking that tock?,

Whispered the clock to me!

Written by Aditri Shilpi C. Sinha

My Journey to Buddhahood Chapter 1 The Burning Monk

My Journey to Buddhahood  Chapter 1 The Burning Monk



P.S The thoughts and excerpt below are my own and should not be subject to any judgment.

Questions are welcome but I believe I am no Guru; & still trying to carve my own path and methods that are subject to trial and error twas my road to Buddhahood.

© My journey to Buddhahood by Aditri Shilpi C. Sinha

©Chapter 1 : The Burning Monk

Thoughts play a very important role in our life. They range from most subtle to most extreme capable enough to make you laugh like a mad person and bloody enough to make you cry and full of anger at an instance. They have no boundations, they play automatically without any rules or inhibitions, they come and go in the most dangerous forms.

Then is there a way to overcome or even control them?

Perhaps not!

Unless you’re watchful enough like the Buddha or Osho who remain calm and composed even in the worst of situations as if nothing around them really matters even if they were standing in the middle of an inferno I believe they would hardly move.

What happens inside their mind is a mystery. And this reminds me of the vietnamese Mahayana buddhist Thich Quang Duc also known as the Burning Monk who came in his blue car and self immolated himself in the middle of an intersection in Saigon in protest to the South Vietnamese Diem regime’s pro-catholic policies and discriminatory Buddhist laws. He sat down calmly and as he burned he never moved a muscle, or uttered a sound, his outward composure is a sharp contrast to the wailing people around him that are seen in pictures and videos available on Youtube.

Duc’s heart remained intact and did not burn. It was considered to be holy and placed in a glass chalice at Xa Loi Pagoda. The intact heart relic is regarded as a symbol of compassion.

This remains part of my memory when I happened to chase this news a few years ago and to this day I am unable to forget the burning monk who has always intrigued me to dwell deeper into that powerful state of calmness that none of us can achieve or even may but never like that of Duc’s.

I believe our thoughts deliver our reality which is marked with a sense of illusion that is our own perception of the situation. How many times we have mistaken a good thing for bad, a good person as ugly and a terrible situation otherwise great. Many times!

All because we chose to live away from the moment, this moment that is real and intended to free us from our thoughts, because they aren’t even necessary when you become watchful of the situation around you and it becomes only a means of filtering the information you get through all your senses that is otherwise closed and unused while we just believe what we see with a cover that blinds our vision and we chose not to see completely but partially since we are again in so much hurry that we forgot to take in everything that surrounds.

The thoughts are thus partial and so is our perception of reality that becomes an illusion in wake of the partial unprocessed information we gather from our virgin senses. It will never be complete because with open eyes we tend to be half and sometimes less than a half while in the meditation our eyes need to be closed and we may need the help of our other senses to cope with the situation where it was only dependent on one before we had to forcefully shut it down.

So when we close our eyes in meditation to chose the meditative state we chose to close the senses and rely on the other ones and it only moves further in an attempt to close all the other senses that work. Only our mind works which keeps on bringing thoughts that will never cease because our senses are still open and functioning without our control. It is the first and foremost state to achieve if one is choosing meditation as their path to buddhahood I haven’t tried meditation so far because I chose how to work with my senses and thereby I can seize thoughts only for sometime without distracting it with the other thoughts but in reality I analyze things and situations and best is to exercise the method of freezing the thought by neither giving it up nor challenging it further.

Chapter 2 How to Freeze

Will continue my journey!


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I don’t need much..


I don’t need much..

A laptop or a pen

with paper and the ben

some flowers in my view

with leaves covered in dew

A mountain immersed in clouds

With water running through spouts

where it rains and the snow amass

Living but no human trespass

Just my thoughts and a hand

Of my darling gentleman

To write and love the other

In the grove of idyll nature

By shilpi

The Serendipity Part 4


#TheSerendipity [(C)2018]

Part 4

“I just had a transplant” said Rati breaking her inner silence. Malavika repositioned herself after listening to what Rati just declared. “Transplant for what”? Asked Malavika in a concerned voice “Kidney, hahaha, Malavika I am fine, I just got a new one” said Rati as she laughed, shrugging her shoulders. “I am at a loss of words rati, no seriously I am, but happy for you’re fine now” Malavika said. “But how come, nobody is there to assist you, you’re travelling alone, my god” she continued. “If I take Ashok with me every time for dialysis and treatments then who will earn, we have spent over 30 lacs on this(pointing her hand to her abdomen),and I can’t let my daughter’s studies suffer because of me” replied Rati regretfully. “But still! Rati there should be someone with you, I know my distant cousin, who I heard is going through the same treatment” said Malavika. “There’s not much problem, I have made couple of friends in chennai who are there for me, and Ashok has assigned few of his office colleagues there, who are present at once upon being called. So so far, there’s not much problem” proudly said Rati. “Rati you’re a strong woman, you’re great!” exclaimed Malavika. “Receiving something has nothing to do with greatness but giving is” Rati quoted. “Yes that is true Rati!” said Malavika, with a surprised expression on her face after hearing such a noble thought from Rati, it was unexpected of her actually, after what all she observed about her. The staff started distributing packed lunches to everyone and asked about passengers preference for veg and non veg food. “Veg” said Rati strictly. “Same, give me two lunches, veg only!” asked Malavika while she called Subodh to wake up, who was in deep slumber since beginning of this journey. “Bhaiya one Non veg above” said Ali while he got up to receive his tray. “Huhh, I can’t bear the smell of it” Rati roared, placing her saree’s pallu covering her nose and mouth. “Aye, you listen, make sure nothing falls on my head” Rati warned Ali with her eyes wide open enough to scare anyone. “Rati sit down and have your lunch, they already serve it cold” Malavika said holding rati’s hand to make her sit down. She had to time and again intervene to pacify Rati’s anger for Ali. Ali quietly ate his meal and kept the tray with himself on his berth, while others slided down their trays under their seats and lounged. “So Rati how is it now, I heard a new kidney sustains a long time! And yes, if you keep a nice diet and exercise” asked Malavika. “Yes! the doctors recommend a particular diet and all, but more than the doctors i believe in god’s power, he got me a donor in just nick of time, my health was seriously deteriorating, and at one point, I just lost all hope” Rati said in a deep voice, as if choked by tears that did not find way out. “Oh yes, definitely thank god and your donor! was it some relative?, who gave you?” asked Malavika. “No, no relative, actually there are few tests to match blood, tissue and other things with the donor, before a transplant, i had to wait for a long time to get my match” replied Rati. “Oh, it’s weird because we never get to know or meet the one who saved us just like god we can’t see him” sighed Malavika. “True i never got to meet my donor but want to thank whenever I meet” sighed Rati as she fall back on her berth after staring long at the window. Phone ringing. “Hello, yes Ashok, yes lunch, dinner all done, I am fine, no no pain yes, yes had my medicines too, ok what is Riya doing, where is she”? Rati spoke over the phone with Ashok. “She’s in her room studying, should i call her” asked Ashok. “No no let her study, why to break her tempo, anyway I will reach tomorrow, bye bye” said Rati. “Ok, madam, take care bbye” said Ashok. Rati made her bed, hid her purse under the pillow and went off to sleep. “Thud” something fell on the floor of cabin, Rati woke up, dazed and confused.

Written By Shilpi Aditri