Once I wrote: “It can be synthesised easily if thou can see the depth of thy mind with rationality and dexterity. Don’t be pessimist or optimist, rather be pessimoptimist like The great Buddha. If ye see only dark like an owl, ye miss the light. If ye close eyes like a dove, ye become prey. So, it is better to choose the judicious middle path like an eagle or the immense Sky.”
— Sudhir Singh, 23rd Feb 2017
That line keeps returning to me these days.
We live in a time when every street feels like a microphone. Present Indian politics is loud, reactive, and allergic to pause. News cycles turn into verdicts in minutes. Loyalty is measured by volume, not by thought.
And in Jantar mantar, students are found agitating. Some for jobs, some for justice, some for dignity. The anger is real. The questions are real. But anger without stillness burns the one who holds it. Agitation without reflection becomes noise that feeds itself.
In all of this, I have returned to three things: coffee, books, and a few friends.
Some prefer noise. Some prefer whispers about others. I prefer pages.
Coffee teaches bitterness without malice. Books teach truth without applause. Friends who understand this need no explanation.
There is a quiet power in choosing stillness with clarity. When you sit with a book and a cup, the world does not stop. But you stop performing for it. You stop being bait for every provocation. You become like the immense Sky -- above the heat, watching both light and dark, having no desire to move.
To be with inner quietness is not to be apolitical. It is to be unaffected in the noise. It means you can witness the agitation, feel for the students, read the politics, and still not lose your centre.
Let's feel that inner void inside us.
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