What Mauritius Needs

The following is a Guest Post and may not be in line with the philosophy of Our Alter Ego. I just wanted to give people the opportunity I always thirsted for but never got, which is a platform for expression. I hope you appreciate the endeavours.  Be Light,  Much Love, Iam Aehr. .  .  . The war between Russia and Chechnya started long ago in the 18 th century in the Northern Caucasus. The small Muslim state was invaded by the Russian imperialists and the Chechen people was  forced to vow allegiance to the Russian Empire. Moreover, the Caucasian population was once again oppressed by the Soviet communist regime of Vladimir Lenin and Joseph Stalin. However, their confrontation became more prominent in the 20 th century. When the Soviet Union collapsed in 1991, fifteen Soviet Republics gained their independence and Chechnya also wanted its autonomy. Unfortunately, gas pipeline from the Caspian Sea passed through Dagestan, Chechnya and the...

The following is a Guest Post and may not be in line with the philosophy of Our Alter Ego. I just wanted to give people the opportunity I always thirsted for but never got, which is a platform for expression. I hope you appreciate the endeavours.  Be Light,  Much Love, Iam Aehr. .  .  . What's a fight to you? To me, it's when you don't give up and stand up straight in the face of adversity till the last wisp of life doesn't abandon you. That's a real fighter. It's going to be nearly two decades since I've been roaming the earth and I can confidently assure that life is a constant fight. Sometimes voluntary or involuntary. We do not choose life, life chooses us. From the mind-boggling frenetic race against million sperms to see the light at the end of the tunnel to welcoming the oblivion of death, everything is predefined. 19 years of existence and I've come to realize that each and everyone is fighting their own respective battles. Al...

Let's get this clear-Idol worship is not mandatory in our epics. But I didn't know that as a 9 year old kid when I was determined to prove to the world through some Frankenstein experimentations that instead of sitting in a temple with the idols, without having an insight, or an understanding of sacred books, one should try to have their own interpretation of these scriptures and apply it in their own lives.  And mind you I was a religious person! Deeply religious person. Many of my close friends will find it the hardest thing to believe today, but I, yes, I used to go to the temple every Friday, used to go fold my hands in front of idols and have those super secretive conversations with God that- let us all admit- were more like wishes and demands than 'prayers'. But then to my 9-year-old self, devotion didn't simply imply spending hours reading scriptures, and singing and chanting in the temples, but it means to selflessly and ardently believe in the p...

Hello Everyone, I thought talking to you would be great today. I have not written a single life update since December last and it sucks to be really honest. I think it always gives me a good cardinal point as to where I'm headed and what I have been able to achieve for the last few days. It just helps me get more organised in my head.  Well, it took a while, but I’m finally back online. I know, I had not exactly gone anywhere but you might have noticed that my content went a bit soul-stipped lately. In truth, my absence from the online world has not been due solely to lack of time, but also to the fact that I’ve been doing a lot of   stuff   with my 8 months of holidays that I don't have time to sit down long enough and think, philosophise and get inspired. Can you imagine? I have even sacrificed my daily dose of Political News and World Affairs! I'm even afraid about whether I lost my critical thinking aptitudes or not.  December 2015 It...

I believe in the power of annoying little brothers. My brother fits this title perfectly. It can be hard having a younger sibling, especially when he’s a boy. Especially when he’s twelve and going through puberty. He’s shifted from being my baby little brother to my little brother simply. To be on the same level of annoyance as my little brother I make fun of him. I tease him. He responds with a pillow punch, or if I’m lucky just a “shut up”. Like most siblings, we fight. I’d accidentally push him into a bedroom wall then he’ll respond by tackling me to the floor. I need to keep a tight grip on his fists just so they don’t collide with my face. How we fight and exchange mean words over who should do the dishes. How when my mom gets mad when there’s no more toilet paper and asks “who was the last one to use the bathroom?!” and my brother responds that it was me, when it wasn’t. How he gets embarrassed when he’s around my friends. Despite the fights and the curse words exc...