LEARNING IS LIFE

  Message of Lord Mahavira Lion Icon: Vanquish Vaggeries of mind and senses Jina, like a lion stand, With courage in your hand. Mahavir's strength, a guiding light, To conquer darkness, make things right.   The mind, a wild and restless beast, The senses crave, a never-ending feast. But you, like lion, strong and bold, Take command, let peace unfold.   Ahimsa, truth, your guiding stars, Beyond all worldly bars. The lion at his feet does show, The path to inner strength to know.   No wars to fight, no battles won, But inner demons, one by one. Like Mahavir, with fearless grace, Find peace within, in every place.   So hone your mind, let kindness bloom, Dispel all shadows, chase away the gloom. A lion's heart, so brave and free, To master self, eternally.    

  Tread Three-fold Path of Ahimsa, Truth, and Detachment for liberation: A Poem on Jainism To find a peace the world cannot impart, Seek not to wound, let kindness be your guide, Ahimsa's gentle touch, a work of art, Where harm is shunned, and egos softly subside. Hold not too tight to things that fade and flee, Detach, release, let go of what you crave, For in that freedom, true serenity, A space to grow, a soul that you can save. Speak only truth, let honesty prevail, A beacon bright, dispelling shadows deep, A shield against the forces that assail, And promises that you forever keep. Through these three keys, a path begins to bloom, From gentle life to light beyond the tomb.

  On Mahavir Jayanti Tread Pathways to Peace by Embracing Ahimsa, Truth, and Detachment The Mahavir Jayanti festival, which honours the birth of Lord Mahavira, the 24th Tirthankara of Jainism, is set to take place on March 31, 2026. The Jain faith is based on the Karmic theory concerning the transgressions of the human soul. It is believed that thoughts or intentions, along with actions or deeds, are the two primary components of Jain karmic theory. Jains hold that malevolent intentions or bad feelings and thought lead to wrongful actions and their karmic consequences. Even gossiping about others is considered a bad deed with dire consequences. According to Lord Mahavira, any act of violence committed through the body, mind, or speech is regarded as a negative deed, which sullies the soul, regardless of whether it is done deliberately or accidentally. Jain Karmic Couplets Unworthy acts, a binding chain, Transgression's echo, endless pain. Thought and deed, if dark and deep, Obscure...

 Reel Politics Creates Real Harm and Women Bear the Brunt The screen flares bright, a fiery fight, Of politics, with all its might. But shadows fall, a hidden cost, On women caught, forever lost. Words like knives, a cruel display, On silver screen, they wound and slay. A woman's name, a cheapened word, Her dignity, unheard, unheard. Behind the lens, a different scene, Where women struggle, hurt unseen. The film's a weapon, sharp and cold, A story told, a story sold. The state commands, the cameras roll, But women's spirits lose control. They're pawns in games, of power's greed, A silent plight, a planted seed. The shadows lengthen, cold and deep, While political dreams, they softly sleep. And women suffer, day by day, The silent cost, they have to pay.

  Women Further Objectfied in the Shadow of Political Cinema: Limerick A film, once a story so grand, Became a political hand. With women on show, For votes, don't you know, While morals sank deep in the sand. A film, when aligned to a power, Shaped minds in each passing hour. With women misused, Morality bruised, Then truth wilts and turns ever sour.

POEM  Little seeds, we start so small, Planted in a family's wall. Taught to speak, to walk, to play, Growing in a certain way. School bells ring, and lessons start, Shaping minds and filling hearts. Rules and shopped rhymes much wrong, Singing the same familiar song. Market stalls and shining stores, Wanting this and wanting more. Things to buy, a style to chase, Finding worth in this fast-paced place. Families, schools, and things we see, Molding who we're meant to be. Each a conditioning  hand, Shaping lives across the land. Thoughts buzz like bees around a hive, Creating worries, make-believe to thrive. "Me, mine, I want," a noisy plea, But seeds of conflict, we can plainly see. True seeing dawns when bees grow still, The mind reflects, against its own will. It sees the walls it built so high, The fleeting thoughts that quickly die. The buzzing fades, a gentle hush, No memory's grip, no hurried rush. In quiet space, a knowing blooms, Beyond the self, escaping ...