Nothing -- Shiva, the Witness (Day 3)

"Truth is naked. That's why no one dares to accept it, except those who become childlike."

~ Sudhir Singh

Day 3 - Shiva, the Witness

Nachiketa saw a strange dream today. He was walking in an empty place. There was no crowd. Deep inside, he was experiencing the vastness of the Shiv and Shakti. There was a perfect balance -- both inside and outside.

Then he saw himself naked. He found some clothes to cover his upper body. After a short period of time, he saw some people. He felt anxious, walking around, trying to find a safe place to hide. And suddenly, he found a towel to cover himself.

Thereafter, he saw an open prayer ground, looking for his own space — the same one he had seen yesterday.

Then he sat down. And he saw 'Nothing' sitting beside him.

Nothing smiled and said, "Relax. You have removed all the layers."

"I saw Nachiketa sitting quietly and just witnessing the crowd from a distance," Ashutosh said.

Nothing smiled again and said to Nachiketa, "Like father, like son."

First Thou Shall Know Thee

First thou shall know thee

Let thy mind be then free

First thou shall know thee

See the sky is free

And so is ye

First thou shall know thee

Deep inside thou art already free

But first thou shall know thee

Every coin has two sides

No need to divide

No need to fight

Inside thee 

First thou shall know thee

Those who seek 

They shall definitely find

It will happen anytime

Just feel free

But first thou shall know thee

Divinity dies

Is a fool's paradise

Ye are who ye ought to be

First thou shall know thee

First thou shall know thee

Nothing: Day 2

The Void says, "You see? You have been changed. You are no longer running away from life. You are confronting everything, facing it with a quiet strength just like your inner space, vast and unshakeable -- trying to find where to sit."

~ The Void in me 

Nothing Day 2

Last night, Nothing visited me again, but this time it came in four different disguises.

First, it came as a shadow in the house.

There were no lights. The house I was supposed to protect was full of people I loved, and something kept circling around it. I fought. I closed every door I could find. But the real horror began not when I saw it, but when I couldn't see it anymore. When the house became completely dark and I had no idea which corner it would emerge from. I understood then - we are never afraid of what we see. We are afraid of what we cannot see.

Second, it came as a prayer hall.

I went to a place where everyone had a mat, everyone had a place to sit. I kept walking between rows, looking for my name, looking for my corner. Everyone was praying, but I was still searching for where to sit. Maybe belonging is not about entering the right hall. Maybe it is about finding the right space inside it.

Third, it came as an old workplace. The place, I'd started my career.

The corridors were familiar. Someone I once respected said, "You have everything here. Why would you ever leave?" The building was bigger, brighter, and had everything I once dreamed of. And yet, I found myself using my own light to write, my own resources to exist there. I realized, a place can give you facilities and still not give you freedom.

Fourth, it came as a bus full of strangers.

The bus left. I thought I had missed it. Then it came back, with an old voice from the front seat saying, "Come, there is still a seat for you." In a journey full of unknown passengers, sometimes you just need one familiar voice to tell you that you still belong.

I woke up and Nothing was sitting beside me. It said, "You see? You have been changed. You are not running away from life. You are facing everything and trying to find where to sit."

Nothing is there. It is there at the bottom of my heart, telling me that in any case, there will be one thing no one can take away from you — your Self. The space where dreams are projected and vanish, no matter if they are good, bad, or horrible. You are still there, quiet and unshakeable, sitting with Nothing for you are Nothing.

The Blackboard and The Chalk

I say consciousness is neither good nor bad. It just is.

Then I say, we are conditioned to be frightened. Women have been conditioned for decades to be fearful, to be an Aunt Jennifer.

You may say, "You contradict yourself. 

Earlier you said no one is good or bad."

They don't listen.

They pick words, not comprehension.

Osho once said - if you write with white chalk on a black board, you can see it. If you write with black chalk on a black board, you cannot. The board remains the same. The chalk changes.

Consciousness is the board. 

Neither good nor bad.

Conditioning is the chalk. It writes fear on us. It writes good and bad on us.

To go beyond good and bad is not to deny the writing. It is to see that you are the board, not the writing.

And to unlearn is to wipe the board clean.

People don't want to wipe. They want to argue about the colour of the chalk.

And this is the only problem...

Nothing - Day 1

I feel achievements are nothing but a trap. A trap which stops you from being a void.

Last year I posted - Having no achievement is my highest achievement.

Many may not have comprehended it. But I believe becoming void is what every existence secretly wants to be.

Why? 

It's because we are fighting inside ourselves. We are living a life which is not actually ours. A life built on validation - general papers, academic achievements, degrees stamped by a fake society.

I write something completely different, something unconventional, something beyond human comprehension. Not to become something, but to become nothing.

And this is not something I said first. Before me, many Zen masters taught about it. Shunya is not empty. Shunya is full.

So I thought, why not write about it. 

So here I start.

From today till November 02, 2026, I will post a new series - Nothing.

Let nothing emerge to grasp everything - including our mind, our ego, and our fake achievements.

Be still. 

Be detached.

Be a void.

Fake Morality Trap: The Helplessness and the Hope

 Part 5 

The Helplessness and The Hope

World recognises only those voices which have been applauded with concrete achievements. And those who have got complete control over their minds are hardly recognised until they achieve something materialistic. 

This year, I have created a few characters from my mind. Some of them came from the layer of my unconscious mind like Monk and the Child in "Monk series" and play: "Shakti". Some came from the core of my heart like Shree and Satya. They manifest my feelings. On the other side, Anant none other than my own Consciousness which often remain detached but sometimes get involve in the world play. I am learning, still learning. Not a good writer but just a writer. 

Because when I write, I find myself near to that pure witness. I feel detached.

And I too want this from my students to comprehend. 

Not for me but for themselves.

They should know that in world politics there are only three: victim, culprit and beyond the two.

Sometimes, the victim must be punished. Yes, they must. Otherwise, they will never explore their potential. Otherwise, there will never be a corrigendum and updation in their personality.

Only then will they shed the persona of helplessness.

But I know the structure of society is built in such a way that people only listen to those who are successful at a concrete level. And a person like me has no concrete success. My success is of self-mastery and self-discovery — the kind that hardly anyone admires.

But does it really matter? 

To some extent yes and to some extent no.

Explore thyself.

The Day Rohan Refused to be a Shield

Today something very small happened at work. A list was forwarded to him. Rohan was told to amend and shorten it. So, he amended, shortened and formatted it and shared it with everyone. Later, one entry in that list turned out to be wrong. A name was mixed up with another similar name.

The error was not his. He had only shortened and amended. 

Still, he prepared a correction note and shared the updated version immediately.

Then his senior told him, "You call them and explain."

He said, "Sir, this error did not come from me. I have already shared the correction with you. It will be better if you speak to them."

He said no.

And after saying no, he felt bad.

Why was he told to call? The person who made the original error could have been asked to call. But he was chosen. Because he is known to be soft-spoken and cooperative. Everyone knows it.

Cooperative people are easy to send. They will apologize politely. They will absorb the blame. They will protect the team by sacrificing themselves.

He thought about it. If he had called and simply said, "Sorry, it was a mistake," the other party would have assumed he was careless. His credibility would have dropped.

If he had called and said, "It was not my fault, someone else gave me the wrong information," then he would have looked like a person who blames his own colleagues. He would have been labeled as someone with no team spirit.

In both situations, he would have been judged as wrong. So he took the third path. He refused to make that call.

For the first time, he refused to become a shield for someone else's error.

Now he keeps asking — "Have I become a man of attitude? Have I become a difficult person? Am I losing my goodness?"

The writer don't think so. The writer thinks he is becoming a man who refused to be controlled.

For years, Rohan said yes to everything to keep the peace. People appreciated him because he was convenient, not because he was respected.

Today he said no. Without anger, without disrespect. Just with clarity. He will not carry a weight that is not his.

Feeling bad after saying no does not mean he is wrong. It means he is a good person who is learning to set boundaries. Wrong people never feel bad after saying no.

Rohan is not turning to be bad. He is turning into a person who has realized — his sincerity is not available for misuse.