Tuesday, 31 January 2012


Over the years we’re told what is what and what is not. We are provided with apparent explanations as to what is why it is and what isn’t why it isn’t. However, these explanations do not stand the simple test of questioning.

Let’s take a simple example of good and bad. We’re told that helping people is good. We’re told that being selfish is bad. We’re told that killing people is bad. We’re told that saving people’s lives is good. How are we so sure that death is the wrong end of the stick? Is it because we miss them after they’re gone?

Now let’s go back to being helpful and being selfish. Maybe death is where all of us need to be. Everyone must die. By that logic, by saving lives, we’re preventing those people from where they have to go because if they die, we’ll miss them. So, we’re saving their lives because we don’t want to go through the mental trauma. Maybe we’re being helpful by killing them.

That still does not solve the conundrum. Thus, being selfish is actually bad. Because by saving their lives we are depriving them. Being helpful is, in fact, good. By killing them, we’re making them get where they were supposed to.

Maybe we’ve had it correct all along. Maybe, saving people’s lives is a good thing and killing them, bad. By that logic, however, being selfish is a good thing and being helpful a bad thing.

Now you decide whether being helpful is good and being selfish, bad. Or, is being helpful bad and being selfish good?

-  Dhaval Shethia

Sunday, 29 January 2012


noir (nwär)
Suggestive of danger or violence.

So, what is the point of being? Because that’s what everybody seems to be doing. Just, being. Very few are living. I know everybody talks about the same drab nonsense of ‘not living the dream’. There is no dream.

How many people are doing what they think is living and not being? They say they’re living, but deep inside they know they’re just being.

Is that all that there is to it? The distinction between living and being? Is that what the whole shebang is about?

There is life. There is death. There is being. There is living. There is dying.

There is living on.

-  Dhaval Shethia

Sunday, 8 January 2012


There you are. Having an off-day. Sitting where you normally sit. Doing what you normally do. The only difference now, is that things don’t seem to be going very well. Things you say don’t have the same effect anymore. You just can’t seem to get the punch-lines right. You feel sick.

You talk to somebody. You discuss. You reminisce. You feel great. You feel elated. You feel happy. You hear things that you always thought would take a long time to come out. However, now that they’re out, you feel that it’s amazing.

You think that nothing could be better. 

Not many people feel very great at being chosen over a set of seven books or the existence of the author of the seven books or nicotine delivery devices or computers. However, when the set of seven books with two extras is like the Holy Grail, when the author of the set of books is like God, when the nicotine delivery devices are like life support or the computer is like a baby, you must feel elated.

What do you do then? You have been pretty much trumped. There is nothing you can say or do to match up. As much as you want to, you can’t. Yes, you want to. You want to choose the person over spicy Oriental delicacies or alcoholic beverages or any sort of edible items. But, you know that is not nearly as great as anything that you have been told. You know you can never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, never, ever say anything that would be nearly as good.

That’s when it hits you. You don’t have to. Because the other person knows. They know what you want to say. They understand your feelings. You don’t have to say it. It’s out there.

That, is bliss.

-  Dhaval Shethia.