Freedom

Things don’t affect me the way they once did. That could be the sign of maturity, growing up, gaining self-confidence, or turning pure stupid. I feel like saying, bring it on, I don’t care, your little threats don’t unnerve me, neither does your charm. I call this Freedom.

New Year's resolutions

I had been sick through the New Year, so I am late with my 2026 New Year's resolutions.

1) Say No without guilt.

2) Delete all phone numbers that I have not spoken with in the last year.

3) Forget about exercises, that time has gone—accept it!

4) With some people, you have to be rude, be RUDE when needed.

5) Don’t care for posthumous; my moment is now.

I also have a prediction—the world has been changing slowly for quite some time; this year will be a watershed moment when polarization reaches its peak. The sun will rise in the East and will set in the West, if you can fathom what I am saying. One piece of advice to all my friends: be prepared for a very bad time, as many will lose a lot financially; prices of everything will shoot through the roof. Please spend wisely.

That what lasts forever

The two hours you spent on the makeup will make you beautiful for the night; if you worked those two hours on your soul instead, that would stay with you lifelong.

Every fall takes a little longer to heal

 

Every fall takes a little longer to heal.

Every setback sets you a little further back.

And you wonder if you are still the same you!

Once you tripped and fell face down on the ground

Your parents had their hearts in their hands.

But you sprang up on your feet right there and sprinted away.

Now you wonder how you changed so much!

The bone memory dies hard.

It remembers how you slaved away for the success.

For one more project, one more, always one more.

The corporate hunger was insatiable!

How you deprived your little child

day after day, night after night, your own pleasure too!

On the day of your retirement, they gave you a watch.

Fully aware that the time when you needed it, was behind.

You are a burden to society now,

Though you contributed lifelong for your old days,

Now, you are considered too costly to keep.

They are patiently waiting for you to quietly disappear.

You sit on the worn-out chair on your porch.

under the shade of the peepal tree that you planted once.

And peer through a pair of thick glasses.

Time does not move; it is at a standstill.

Do you recognize the little child who just

tripped and bounced right back up, over there in the meadow?

Life goes on, my friend, with you or without

This chair on your porch will remain empty soon.

You're just a memory to a select few, your own kindred

and only till the time they too pass away.

Survival

 

When the world is boiling around you where could you find sanctity? You can find it only delving deep within you, not easy, it’s always works in progress but is the only thing that works.

The good, bad, and the ugly

 

Fly your flag half-mast,

Send your condolences to the family,

It’s a sad time for the nation.

A Prime Minister of the country

has passed away after a long illness.

Show your respect, do your due diligence.

But don’t sanitize the history.

This is a moment to be sad,

shed your tears, remember the good of the departed soul.

Write your eulogy with tears in your eyes,

with blood in your heart.

Forget and forgive, but remember,

The good can mask the bad for so long.

And the ugly ultimately rules history.

Nothing is permanent

Yesterday’s friend may not remain today; consider that you were only supposed to walk together for so long! New friends will come and feel your lonely heart.

Indra's Net

 

Who are we?

What is spirituality?

Are we spiritual beings having human experiences, or human beings experiencing spirituality?

It has already been settled that our primary needs are food, shelter, and sex, and many of us find happiness when those needs are met. Yet some of us seek fame and power, and even after satisfying those cravings, a lingering desire for more remains.

So people turn to religion for satisfaction, but religion only provides rudimentary answers, often twisted and even erroneous. And since religion has utterly failed to crack that mystery, we have hermits, sannasins, bhikshuks, and fakirs who go beyond their rudimentary quest. How many of them get the heart-filling, all-satisfying answers?

Then why does their quest never end? Why do they keep praying, meditating, and seeking without ever feeling truly fulfilled?

Because, in this search no answer is final, no quest finds a terminal resolution. There is no beginning, no end. We are bits of stardust experiencing ourselves. Exploring, discovering, creating, destroying, caught in an eternal loop, Indra's net.

Brahman's Leela

Why do things happen in the way that they do?

Every living being is imbued with a tiny part of divine essence. It is essential to realize that good, bad, and the ugly are all part of that divine essence, and what the individual expresses in the world is the person's individual choice and the role the person has come to play in the cosmic interplay of eternity. Sanaton Dharma has called this Brahman's Leela. So far, I have not found a better explanation of why it happens the way it happens.

Where does anger come from?

 We think others make us angry; the truth is, it's our insecurity that makes us angry.

Why So?

If you speak ill of Jesus Christ, the Christians will ignore you; if you speak ill of Avatars such as Rama or Krishna, chances are you may still be alive, but if you say one bad word against the Prophet Muhammad, you will be hunted and killed even if you hide in Timbuktu.

Natural Law

 

All bullies are ultimately bullied; that’s how Nature plays!

Clock ticking fast, body slowing faster

 

Today, I celebrate 75 years on this planet, a magical milestone. I must document a few thoughts before it is too late because no one knows what tomorrow holds, and the chance to watch another sunrise diminishes each day after this special birthday.

I’ve often heard that age is just a number, so why the urgency?

Before addressing that, I ask myself: Do I have any unfulfilled wishes? Yes, I do. I want to write one more book. After my first novel was published in 2012, it took me thirteen years to write another one. I never thought I would write again. My journey began in 1996 with my first book, *One God In You and Me (OGIYNM)*, in which I explored the idea that the multiverse is God and that nothing exists outside of God; we are all a part of God. In 2012, I published my novel *Never Had a Chance to Say Goodbye* to further elaborate on the concepts from OGIYNM. I thought that would be the end of my writing career.

Then came 2024 and the Color Revolution in Bangladesh. What unfolded in the country deeply moved me. The destruction of a rising nation struck a slow, burning pain in my heart. I spent many sleepless nights contemplating it. As a form of catharsis, I wrote *A Meticulous Plan* in 2024. Yet, peace still seemed elusive, which led me to write another book, *A Line In The Sand*, coming out soon. However, there was another book I had longed to write even before my 1996 publication, and I wish to complete that before I take my final rest.

Returning to where I began, I find myself revisiting questions that troubled me during my formative years:

Why am I here?
Where did I come from?
Where am I going?

As my time on this earth draws near, I no longer grapple with those perplexing questions that haunted me as a young man.

Some may say that religions have provided answers to these inquiries, so why bother seeking more?

I understand that many people believe religions provide answers to these questions.

However, I think critically about religion: humans created religions, and religions, in turn, created God, a personal God. But that explanation has never satisfied me. Early in my life, I realized that I was, on one hand, so insignificant that I could not fathom holding God within my brain—the mere 3-pound universe through which the multiverse exists for me. On the other hand, I also recognized that I was powerful enough that the multiverse did not exist except through this 3-pound universe. How did I reconcile these two seemingly contradictory ideas?

*One God In You and Me (OGIYNM)* was not a revolutionary concept, nor was it my own discovery. It has roots in Vedanta, a concept discussed by humans thousands of years ago. Yet, people have frequently misunderstood me when I expressed my faith in a similar manner. Some labeled me an atheist, others an agnostic, while many perceived me as a safe God-believer. The confusion seems to arise from my rejection of the traditional notion of God.

So, if I don’t believe in the conventional God, what do I believe in? Honestly, who cares? Why does it matter? My beliefs are personal, and that does not make them universally true. Why sweat?

On a serious note, I have been describing my understanding of God through my writing since the publication of OGIYNM, complemented by two novels that further illustrate that idea. Yet, many people still do not grasp it. I promise to explore this topic further in the near future. For now, all I want to say is that I respect your religion, whatever it may be, and you should respect mine, which is none.

Meanwhile, I would like to thank everyone who congratulated me on my birthday!

Meghna Alam: The daughter of courage in Bangladesh

 

Meghna Alam embodies the unwavering spirit of young women in Bangladesh. Her resilience in the face of a government intent on her destruction is not just surprising but truly inspiring. She stands alone, fighting the oppressive regime of Bangladesh, determined to prove her innocence and clear her name of the false allegations against her.

The government, led by Mohammad Yunus, who seized power in an illegal coup in August 2024, has proven to be the most vicious and vengeful in the country's history. At the behest of a corrupt Saudi Ambassador, Yunus's henchmen are persecuting a young, defenseless woman who brought honor to the country and became a role model to a generation of women. This is a gross injustice that cannot be ignored.

I first came to know of Meghna while watching a podcast in which she was dressing up and speaking frantically in the backdrop of police thumping on the entrance door of her apartment and threatening to break it open. The tone in her voice indicated she was terrified, and I thought of my daughter and felt the agony of her parents immediately.

Meghna was arrested at the behest of the former Ambassador, who was recalled by his own country. Her personal belongings, such as her cell phone, laptop, and even her passport, were seized, and she was terrorized. This blatant injustice is a stark reminder of the oppressive regime she is up against. She is still being persecuted relentlessly.

Meghna Alam, a beauty queen, is more than a pretty face; she is the National Director of Miss Earth, Chairperson of Miss Bangladesh, and a Political Educator. Her journey is a testament to the fact that true beauty is not merely skin deep; it is the fire in one's belly that shines light in the darkness, for the betterment of humanity. She now stands as a voice against the oppression of a regime that is the most corrupt and heinous. Her fight is a call for support, a testament to her courage and the belief that no one can deprive her of freedom, not for long.

Joy Bangla.

Author Interview

 

I Shared A True Story

Oct 3

Posted by Literary Titan

A Mohit Author Interview

A Line in the Sand is the intimate yet unflinching story of a young woman in rural Bangladesh whose resourcefulness and hope are tested against poverty, political unrest, and the crushing weight of microfinance debt. What drew you to focus on the intersection of microfinance, poverty, and women’s resilience?

I shared a true story in the book. Nilima Rani Das (real name), a housewife from a poor-class family, had taken a loan of about $150 from Grameen Bank. She had paid back forty installments; only six were left when she fell into financial hardship and was unable to pay her 41st installment. The bank officials relentlessly harassed Nilima, and out of desperation, she committed suicide. The Grameen Bank and its founder, Dr. Muhammad Yunus, claim that he changed the fate of people with low incomes worldwide through the Grameen Bank, a narrative that was sold to the West as a false representation. Nilima’s story is not unique; there are many documented cases where women such as Nilima have taken loans from Grameen Bank and have lost everything, and have committed suicide, literally for a few dollars. I thought it was high time someone told their story.

The book’s raw language gives it a lived-in authenticity. Was this a deliberate stylistic choice or something that emerged naturally in the writing?

Yes, part one of the book, which tells Nilima’s story, has a raw, heart-wrenching emotion that is quite different from part two, which is her daughter’s story. Yes, the choice of language was deliberate to convey the depth of agony that the victims of Grameen Bank loans continue to endure.

What do you hope readers will carry with them after reading your book, especially those far removed from Nilima’s world?

My sincere hope is that readers will see the real picture that this so-called ‘poor people’s bank’ hides. That readers stop putting the proponent of this business model on a pedestal and see the real Man who chose to make himself super-rich at the cost of the super-poor. He destroyed so many people’s lives, the very people whom he promised to help. The Bangladesh government had prosecuted Mohammad Yunus, fined him for tax evasion, and sentenced him to jail. He orchestrated a coup, seized political power, and liaised with the corrupt Bangladesh Army. Upon seizing power, his first action was to reverse the court decision by removing the Supreme Court judges and replacing them with his handpicked appointees.

The scenes of village life are rendered with such sensory detail. Were these drawn from personal observation, research, or lived experience?

Actually, all three. I grew up in the Indian subcontinent, so I drew heavily on my childhood experiences. I researched the topography of the geographical area surrounding Nilima’s village to provide an accurate description of her surroundings.

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