We Must Cultivate Our Own Garden

Our garden has been barren for many months now. The kids, who tend to this garden, are living strange lives in their own homes; disconnected from each other and from us. This Teachers' Day we brought it alive again. It has been two years since we started the horticulture program.…

Why Schools Matter

What, then, is truth? A mobile army of metaphors, metonyms, and anthropomorphisms – in short, a sum of human relations, which have been enhanced, transposed, and embellished poetically and rhetorically, and which after long use seem firm, canonical, and obligatory to a people: truths are illusions about which one has forgotten…

Note Taking

I have been obsessed with finding/developing a note taking method. I have put way more time than I can admit on reading about note taking approaches and finding the right tool for it. At one point I got so deep in to trying out different tools that I felt…

Aesthetic Well-being with Vincent

We often feel lost. Unable to express ourselves. We try many different ways. Some write, some paint, some dance and some photograph. Some find true expression in the work they do. But very often we find ourselves unable to express our true selves. We need “symbols”, that is works of…

The Library of Babel

Lockdown Reading. Last year, a few of my 7th grade students made a request to allow them to sit in one of my philosophy classes. I warned them that they might not enjoy it as much as they presume. S - "No sir, please let us sit with you". M…

Lockdown Notebook

Sharing learning resources and readings during the COVID-19 lockdown. There is no coherent structure to this. It will be a bunch of links put together. Hopefully, it is useful to some.…

Indian higher education

Let's acknowledge the problem, so we can get workingA couple of years ago I wrote in a dejected Facebook post that I spend more of my time in authority appeasement then on creative work. While I have learned to refrain from making caustic remarks, what remains true is that the…

The Blue City Sufi

Mohit Patel खुसरो दरिया प्रेम का, उल्टी वा की धार। जो उतरा सो डूब गया, जो डूबा सो पार।। खुसरो बाजी प्रेम की मैं खेलूँ पी के संग। जीत गयी तो पिया मो…