Why “Being Okay” Is the New 90% ? "Being okay" isn’t a low bar. It’s a miracle in this generation. If you’re eating well, sleeping well, laughing without faking it, and showing up with an open heart—you’ve already won. In a world drowning in FOMO, perfection, and productivity culture, just surviving with grace is a flex. We used to pray for a perfect future. Now we just pray to feel safe in the present.

What happens when the most powerful being in the cosmos chooses to feel? The universe held its breath. The Tear That Wasn’t Just Water A single tear escaped the eye of Mahadev. But this was not just any tear. It was not made of salt and water. It carried the weight of lifetimes, the sorrow of a thousand worlds, and the healing of a million souls. As it journeyed from Shiva’s eye to the earth, the tear carried an intention—a blessing encoded in emotion. It didn’t fall aimlessly. It chose its spot. And when it touched the soil, the first Rudraksha tree was born.

Most dreams don’t die with thunder. They don’t crash and burn in one dramatic moment. They die slowly, quietly, suffocating under the weight of excuses, delay, and blame. Blame is the most deceptive comfort zone we know. It lets us point fingers while we stand still. It tells us, “It wasn’t your fault,” while time passes and potential slips away.It keeps us innocent—but not free. And the cruel irony is this:Blame feels like protection, but it’s really a prison.

The God Who Stole Hearts—and Then Walked Away. We know Krishna as Makhanchor, the butter thief, who stole from kitchens and hearts with equal ease. We know him as Gopala, the divine cowherd whose flute could make the universe still. We know him as Madhava, the sweet one; Parthasarathi, the charioteer; Jagannath, the Lord of the World. But Ranchod? The one who ran away from battle? How could the most fearless, the master strategist, the one who stood tall in the face of Adharma—be called someone who fled?

Who Was Narasimha? The Half-Lion God Who Saved Devotion. He Came Not to Follow the Rules—But to Break the Ones That Broke Devotion. The story of Narasimha is not calm. It is not soothing. It is fire. It is claws. It is the roar of justice through a wall of silence. When we think of gods, we think of peace, of soft wisdom, of divine light. But what happens when peace isn’t enough? What happens when cruelty mocks faith, and innocence is on the verge of being extinguished? Then comes Narasimha. Not to ask. Not to negotiate. But to protect. To fulfil a promise. To answer a prayer.

In the age of soft launches and situationships, of “seen” texts and unread emotions, finding someone who stands unwaveringly by your side feels almost mythical. The world tells you to look for someone who would move mountains for you. The poets romanticize it. The songs glorify it. But there is one who actually did. Quite literally. I found him in the pages of our epics. I found him in the hymns sung by elders, in the chants echoing through temple halls, and even more powerfully, I found him when I felt utterly helpless and prayed with a trembling heart.I found him: Hanumanji.

The Forest Isn’t Always a Place. Sometimes It’s a Phase Everyone wants to stand next to you at the celebration. But who’s still by your side when life feels like exile? When you’re drowning in uncertainty, lost in anxiety, or buried under heartbreak.That’s your forest. And when you look around—who’s still there? Because Lord Rama had Lakshmana. Not as a sidekick. Not as a servant. But as a brother who didn’t flinch when the crown was taken, the palace was left behind, and life turned into wilderness.

You’ve heard her name. Surpanakha—the demoness who dared to desire.A side character.Fast forward to today. Surpanakha exists. She lives in every girl mocked for not fitting into society’s narrow beauty ideals. She exists in every woman who’s called “too loud,” “too aggressive,” “too much.”She lives in every meme that body-shames a celebrity, in every ghosted text thread, and in every woman who dares to want something more. She might start by telling you how it feels to be a woman who wanted love and was torn apart—literally and figuratively—for daring to ask.

Before there was air conditioning... before electricity… There was the matka. Simple. Silent. Sustainable. And somehow—cooler than your fridge in all the ways that matter. In a world obsessed with smart gadgets and power-hungry appliances, this humble clay pot is staging a cool comeback. And here's why Gen Z, eco-lovers, and even interior designers are going back to the mitti way of life. Silent, sturdy, and stunningly simple—this clay pot kept generations cool in 47°C summers long before “energy-efficient” became a buzzword. And the best part?It still works. Maybe even better than your fridge—just in ways you forgot to notice.

How many times have you found yourself trapped in thought, stuck in the loop of what-ifs and maybe-somedays? Wondering what could happen, how things might turn out, or if you’re making the right choice? It’s easy to get lost in these thoughts, especially when you’re not sure which direction to take.But Chanakya, the ancient strategist, would tell you something completely different: “Don't worry about what could happen ? Because If it should happen, it WOULD HAPPEN”. Chanakya knew that success wasn’t about predicting the future or playing out every possible scenario. It was about having the courage to step forward, trusting in your abilities, and letting life unfold as it will. The next time you sit and wonder about what could happen—remember Chanakya’s wisdom.