Issac writes

Recently one Sunday I decided to go to the church to attend the mass. After some time , I realized I was in the wrong church- it was a protestant church. I was about to leave, but the vicar was just beginning his sermon, and I thought it would be rude to get up at that point, and it was a real blessing, because that day I heard things I very much needed to hear. He said something like: “ in all the languages in the world, there is the same proverb: “what the eyes don’t see, the heart doesn’t grieve over.” Well I say that there isn’t an ounce of truth to it. the further off they are, the closer to the heart are all those feelings that we try to repress and forget. If we are in exile, we want to store away every tiny memory of our roots. If we are far from the person we love, everyone we pass in the streets reminds us of them. The gospels and all the sacred texts were written in exile, in search of God’s understanding, of the faith that moves whole people of the p...

Sex has come to be used as some kind of drug, in order to escape reality, to forget about problems, to relax. And like all drugs, this is a harmful and destructive practice. If a person wants to take drugs, in the form of sex or whatever, that’s their problem; the consequences of their actions will be better or worse depending on the choices they make. But if we are talking in terms of making progress in life, we must understand that good enough is very different from Best. Sex cannot be practiced at any time, we all have a clock inside is, and in order to make love, the hands on both clocks have to be pointing at the same hour at the same time. That doesn’t happen every day. If you love one another person, you don’t depend on the sex act in order to feel good. Two people who live together and love each other need to adjust the hands of their clocks, with patience and perseverance, games and theatrical representations, until they realize that making love is more tha...

A friend of mine, Mukesh was travelling to a village in Haryana through bus.the roads were rustic, the landscape was beautiful and the temperature was soaring, Mukesh wasn’t enjoying the journey at all and he was sweating profusely. Now there was a very old grandma who at every dhaba ate muli ka parathas. After every muli ka paratha she ate, she would start her sessions of farting and that too farts were so smelly that Mukesh could hardly breathe. The bus was overly crowded and that made the situation quite unbearable. Mukesh just wanted to jump out and end his life, everyone in the bus felt the same but then grandma didn’t care and kept leaking gas here and there. the twist in thestory happened, when a grandpa entered the bus. He too beared the torture for a while, but he was a freedom fighter of 1857, couldn’t tolerate the silent cruelty of this wicked grandma, so he started shouting, everyone start taking heavy breathes, take the shitty odour inside you…………it will go away qu...

Once upon a time, there was a bird. He was adorned with two perfect wings and with glossy, colorful, marvelous feathers. He was a creature made to fly freely in the sky, bringing joy to everyone who saw him. One day a woman saw this bird and fell in love with him, she watched his flight, her mouth wide open in amazement, her heart pounding, her eyes shining with excitement. She invited the bird to fly with her and the two traveled across the sky in perfect harmony. She admired and celebrated the bird. But then she thought! He might want to visit far-off mountains and she was afraid, afraid that she would never feel the same way about any other bird. And she felt envy, envy for the bird’s ability to fly. And she felt alone………. And she thought: :” I am going to set a trap. The next time the bird appears, he will never leave again.” The bird, who was also in love, returned the following day, fell into the trap and was put in a cage. She looked at the bird e...

When I was home, I used to had rice and parathas for dinner. Now that I am all alone, I have chips, biscuits and cold drinks for dinner. Food was never a problem for me before but I experience hunger a lot now. What should I eat for breakfast,   for lunch and for dinner, they were never an issue to me but now they are. They are big issues for me after all its about survival of the fittest and food is the most essential part of your survival.