I would like to clarify that there is no truth in the rumour that I have kicked the bucket, much less in the rumour that the demise of “Jivha” has struck me with a depressive illness from which it is feared that I may never recover.

There is, however, truth in the rumour that I have lost my interest in the material world. I now seek knowledge that would free me from this endless cycle of birth and death. The temporal issues of politics, economics and technology now entice me not. What are these but bonds that hold you back, smoke that blinds you from seeing the ultimate reality? I have therefore decided to rise above petty debates, quarrels over trivia and arguments over meanings of words. I now seek to view the truth from a higher plane, a plane where wisdom and understanding do not flow from mere words.

With that end in view, I now roam the mountains, forests and deserts as a mendicant, dressed in bark and eating what the earth offers me. I know not what day it is. I have lost the ability to distinguish day from night. What is the diurnal cycle to one who thirsts to unravel the mysteries of the karmic cycle?

I know not how long the quest will last or what this will result in. I only know that I cannot resist the call of the siren and I must go on. I can promise you, my readers, that If ever I reach the end that I seek those among you who share my thirst will be among the first to be made privy to the secret. Till then, my former friends, (for I have now shed all attachments; I have neither friend nor foe) I bid you adieu.

Though I shall be gone from your midst, the site shall remain, and whenever I find the time and respite from my unceasing quest for the truth, I shall repost entries from my past, a past when those entries seemed infused with a profundity that I now see they do not possess. I urge you in all humility to read them if only to see them for the trivialities they are, mere diversionary tactics that Nature puts in your path to lead you astray.