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Here is a great article on Hindu revivalism in Jaffna: a depressing and inspiring account of how Jaffna combated centuries of vicious onslaught against Hinduism. After about 300 years of intense persecution under the Portuguese and the Dutch, the Hindus
I’m currently reading an interesting book (will post a review at a later date) which gives an interesting tidbit about the Indian system of Logic. The system that comes closest to the Western model of analytical philosophy is called Nyaya.
For a backgrounder, please read my introductory post on Mahayana Buddhism. Introduction Shunyavadins were also called Madhyamikas meaning they identified themselves with the Middle Path realized by Buddha during his Nirvana. The Middle Path is named so not only because
Here’s another dose of assaulting news after Jayalalithaa destroyed the Kanchi Mutt in one stroke. The director, Leela Samson, took charge about one and a half years ago at Kalakshetra Foundation, which has a tradition of more than 50 years.
I know the title of this post will get all kinds of visitors to this blog but everything has a price. Okay, so this is about sex in Indian art, something I might have touched upon mostly in my posts
How often have you heard this refrain or its variants: Naah! I don’t go to temples. I don’t like going to temples…I mean, there’s no point…all that noise, meaningless mantras and rituals…some are so unhygienic…I believe in God but I’m
Preface Perhaps it takes only a Meera Nanda to have the guts to strut her ignorance with such confidence. It took me a few days to digest what she actually wants to say. At the least, it is intellectually dishonest
My wait didn’t go in vain. I knew it the moment the world learned that the Norwegian lunatic-killer took inspiration from a vast range of literature critical of Islam, Marxists and their fellow travellers and that literature included writings that
I stopped reading this blog long ago but was directed to read a specific post by a reader. To be fair, the post is not the focus of this entry; rather, a puke-inducing poem written by some Salil Tripathi. If
I’m pretty sure this singular piece by Jawed Naqvi has given multiple orgasms to the worthies in our secular intelligentsia. He writes from Pakistan, and in the article, doesn’t merely parrot the same fantasy tales that our eminences call history.
Today is Makara Sankranti, celebrated across India to both herald the beginning of longer days, and reap the harvest of months of backbreaking work in the fields. But the greater significance of Makara Sankranti like most Hindu festivals, is to
Primary Red at the Secular Right blog posts (a translation of) one of my favourite Subashitas. I’ve reproduced it here. Armlets do not embellish a man, Nor necklaces bright as the moon, Nor a bath, nor ointment, nor flowers, Nor