Chess and Life Quotes: The Cosmic Board of Rumi, Ghalib & Akhtar

Explore profound chess and life quotes. From Javed Akhtar to Rumi and Ghalib, discover how poets use the ultimate game to decode destiny, power, and the human soul. 

This weekend, a mesmerizing tribute session at Jashn-e-Rekhta on YouTube, exploring what keeps Mirza Ghalib alive in our everyday language and thought, culminated in the reading of Javed Akhtar's famous nazm, “Ye Khel Kya Hai.”

Akhtar uses the game of chess to challenge social power structures, shining an uncompromising light on the heartbreaking expendability of ordinary people in the conflicts of the elite.

Watching this unfold felt like the perfect finale to an evening already steeped in philosophical wonder. It presented a fascinating contrast to the worldview of Mirza Ghalib that had enthralled the audience throughout the session.

Where chess suggests rules, strategy, and predictable geometry, Ghalib portrays life as fundamentally chaotic and beyond rational control.

Bāzīcha-e-atfāl hai dunyā mire āge
Hotā hai shab-o-roz tamāshā mire āge.

For Ghalib, life is not an orderly game of strategy to be won or meticulously planned; it is a bewildering spectacle - a playground of children where we merely witness the cosmic theatre unfolding night and day.

The Silent Hand on the Board

This tension between control and chaos is precisely why chess has woven itself so naturally into Sufi literature. It beautifully captures a central Sufi paradox: human beings move through life believing they are making independent decisions, while a deeper, unseen reality quietly directs the entire game.

The metaphor is not necessarily about helplessness. Rather, it reminds us of the limits of the ego's control. Rumi expresses this beautifully:

“We are like chessmen set up in the world;
now moved, now taken,
now blocked, now advancing.
Then, one by one, we are put back into the box of non-existence.”

It reflects a striking divergence in how we process existence. Where a Sufi master might look at the board, surrender the desire to control, and whisper, “Trust the Player,” Ghalib stands before the same board and asks:

“What is this game? Why these rules? Why this suffering?”

The brilliant Persian poet Omar Khayyam captured this existential vulnerability in one of the most famous chess metaphors in world literature:

“Tis all a chequer-board of nights and days,
Where Destiny with men for pieces plays;
Hither and thither moves, and mates, and slays,
And one by one back in the closet lays.”

Beyond the Squares: The Ultimate Unity

When you sit with this metaphor long enough, the rigid dualism of black and white squares begins to blur. The boundaries we draw - the rules, the opposing sides, the distinct roles of kings and pawns - start dissolving into something much larger.

This brings to mind the profound expression of Waḥdat al-Wujūd (The Unity of Being) associated with the great mystic Ibn Arabi.

“My heart has become capable of every form:
it is a pasture for gazelles and a monastery for Christian monks,
a temple for idols and the pilgrim’s Kaaba,
the tables of the Torah and the book of the Quran.
I follow the religion of Love.”

In this light, the entire chessboard, the players, and the moves are not separate entities locked in conflict. All apparent forms and distinctions ultimately point back to a single divine reality. The game itself is merely a temporary manifestation of the One.

From Pawn to Queen

Yet if Eastern mystics view the chessboard as a lesson in surrender and cosmic unity, Western literature often uses it to illustrate the opposite - the journey of self-actualization.

Consider Lewis Carroll's Through the Looking-Glass. The entire narrative structure follows the logic of a chess game. Alice begins as a vulnerable pawn at the edge of the board. Step by step, square by square, she navigates a bewildering world until she finally reaches the far end and becomes a queen.

Here, chess becomes a powerful symbol of growth, maturity, and personal transformation.

The Final Checkmate

Whether we see ourselves as Alice earning a crown through resilience, as Khayyam's pieces swept away by Destiny, or as Javed Akhtar's ordinary citizens caught in a game of power they never chose to play, the metaphor endures.

Life unfolds across a vast chequer-board of nights and days. We plan our next three moves with certainty, only for the universe to shift the board entirely.

Perhaps the deepest wisdom lies somewhere between strategic mastery and complete surrender—knowing when to play our hardest, and when to simply marvel at the spectacle.

Video Credit: @JashneRekhtaOfficial⁩

Debunking China Myths: 5 Common Misconceptions Busted

Forget the headlines. From the reality of "cheap" goods to the truth about food and safety, here are 5 popular myths about China debunked after an 8,000 km journey.

The Great Wall of Misconceptions: 15 Days, 8,000 Kilometers, and 5 Busted Myths

They say travel is the only thing you buy that makes you richer - but I’d argue it’s the only thing that makes you "un-learn." We often view the world through the squinted eyes of mainstream media narratives, and China, perhaps more than any other country, is shrouded in a thick fog of stereotypes.

I recently returned from a whirlwind 15-day odyssey, clocking 8,000 kilometers (according to the app). From the neon-drenched East Coast in Shanghai to the ancient heart of Xi’an, up to the power corridors of Beijing, and finally down to the manufacturing mecca of Guangzhou, I didn't just see China - I saw the "popular narratives" crumble.

Here are the top five myths I left behind at the boarding gate.

1. "Chala Toh Raat Tak...": The Myth of Cheap Chinese Goods

In India, we are used to household products "dumped" through questionable border routes. We have a saying for it: "Chala toh raat tak, nahi toh chand tak" (If it works, it’ll last until night; if you’re lucky, until the moon).

The Reality: The Chinese can give you any quality you’re willing to pay for. Traveling on bullet trains that make you feel like you’re flying and using metros that put most global cities to shame, the infrastructure is undeniably first-rate. At the Canton Fair, where I waded through 150 stalls of everything from medical gear to high-end massage chairs, the truth became clear: the "cheap" stuff we see in India is usually what our own traders hand-pick for the lowest price point. In reality, most daily items there are actually more expensive than in India once you do the math on the exchange rate.

2. The "Angry Neighbor" Syndrome

I’d read surveys suggesting that the Chinese populace holds a dim view of Indians. I expected cold shoulders; I got selfies.

The Reality: Every time we introduced ourselves as being from "Indo," faces lit up. Sure, we communicated mostly through translation apps (Google Translate is a lifesaver when English fails), but the warmth was universal. In Guangzhou, we were hopelessly lost looking for a mall. A university student overheard our struggle, walked us several hundred meters out of his way, and then—in the middle of a teeming, buzzing subway intersection - tried three times to find a passerby to take a group photo with us. If that’s "antagonism," I’ll take it any day.

3. The "Draconian State" is Invisible

We expect a soldier on every corner and propaganda posters on every wall.

The Reality: The "arm of the state" was conspicuous by its absolute absence. I spent my days happily clicking photos and videos without a single security guard batting an eyelid. I saw exactly one backlit sign of Xi Jinping in a metro station the entire trip. No grand propaganda banners, no shouting. Ironically, enforcement felt "milder" than back home - no grotesque health warnings on cigarette packs (and boy, do they smoke!) and fewer & milder loud public announcements about fines.

A Note on Color: In India, red often signals "danger" or "stop." In China, red is the color of goodness and luck. We missed the noisy, chaotic democracy back home in a blink, confronted by the chillingly quiet efficiency of a system that prides itself on collective rejuvenation. The CCTVs are everywhere, watching silently from a distance, but the daily experience feels remarkably un-frisked.

 

4. General Tso is Not Coming to Dinner

The "Chinese food" we eat in India is a curated, spicy lie designed to please Indian palates.

The Reality: Real Chinese food is a different beast entirely. The rice is sticky, the noodles come in varieties I didn’t know existed, and the cooking oil has a distinct, almost fish-like aroma. And for those wondering about the "exotic" meats (snakes, bats, etc.) that dominate the internet? I didn't see them once. They aren't on the menus of standard restaurants or street stalls. If they exist, they are a tiny, niche delicacy far removed from the daily life of 1.4 billion people.

5. The "Atheist" Society vs. The Buddha

There’s a narrative that the CCP has scrubbed religion from the soul of the country.

The Reality: Buddha is everywhere. You’ll find him as a mascot in flea markets and as a protector in shops and restaurants. In Xi’an, the Giant Wild Goose Pagoda stands as a stunning monument to Xuanzang (Huen Tsang), the monk who made the arduous journey to India. His story is a beloved Chinese fable known as the 'Mystic Monkey' (Journey to the West). Seeing this monument - built by an Emperor to commemorate the bringing of Buddhist teachings from India to China-reminds you that the cultural bridge between our two nations is centuries older than any modern political friction.

The Takeaway? 

China is a land of nuances that a TV screen can't capture. It is a place where the "Red" means luck, the trains run on time, and the people are far more curious about you than they are angry at their  government. Go with an open mind—and a very good translation app.

Great Wall of China Connection: Beyond the Stone and Mortar

​The Great Wall of China is one of those places that occupies such a massive space in the global imagination that you almost expect it to feel like a movie set when you finally arrive. We approached the wall during the noon time, and since it was the beginning of summer, the weather was exceptionally nice and pleasant. However, we weren't alone in our ambition to see this world wonder; the crowds were definitely there, a sea of travelers all drawn to the same ancient stone.

Our journey to the top began with a modern twist on an ancient destination. We made it to the wall by using a ropeway - a cable subway that swept us up the mountain, offering a bird's-eye view of the undulating landscape. Once we stepped off, the real work began. We started climbing the wall, feeling every bit of the history beneath our feet. Eventually, we made it to a particularly steep end of a section. Exhausted and exhilarated, we sat down to catch our breath and simply take in the staggering views. Our son, possessing far more energy than we did, had already climbed further up to get a better vantage point, leaving us to enjoy a quiet moment of reflection.

It was during this pause that the day shifted from a sightseeing tour into a deeply personal memory.

 

Sitting nearby was a lovely local family. Their young son was the picture of pure joy, happily waving a small Chinese flag at the sky while his parents were happily clicking away, capturing their own family milestones. You can see the warmth of this encounter in above image

As we were preparing to gather our strength and continue our climb, the mother from that family approached us. She wasn't looking for directions or a professional photo; instead, she showed us a message in a guestbook she was carrying. She explained (through mobile translation) that she collects messages from travelers all over the globe, creating a physical map of human connection. We were more than happy to oblige. Holding her book - as seen in image, we wrote a short note, adding our small story to her collection of global voices.

Afterward, the family requested a photo together. It was a simple, nice meeting, but it left a profound impact on us. This encounter served as a powerful reminder that at a people-to-people level, things are often very different from the complex narratives (read Geopolitics) we read and hear in the news. In that moment, there were no borders or political tensions - just two families sharing a bit of rest and a mutual respect for a beautiful heritage.

Standing there, watching the pride the Chinese people have for their culture, we realized that the Great Wall isn't just about the stones or the defense it once provided. It’s a backdrop for these tiny, heartwarming intersections of humanity. This was, without a doubt, the true highlight of our trip.

Octopussy & The Indian Road: Where Potholes are Doctors and 007 is Just an Amateur

Discover why Indian roads are the ultimate action movie set. From the iconic 'Octopussy' rickshaw chase to the pothole that brought a woman back to life, we explore the chaotic magic of the Indian commute.

Forget the suave casinos of Monte Carlo or the high-tech gadgets from Q-Branch. If James Bond really wanted to prove his "License to Kill" (or survive), he had to come to India. 

In the 1983 classic Octopussy, Bond found himself in an auto-rickshaw chase through the winding, chaotic streets of Udaipur. 

There’s a legendary moment - actually unscripted -where a local on a bicycle nonchalantly glides right between the two speeding, clashing vehicles as if he’s just heading out to buy some dhaniya. 

To the British film crew, it was a near-disaster. To us? That’s just a Tuesday.

The "Octopussy" Effect: Normalizing the Absurd

In the film, Roger Moore’s Bond looks slightly ruffled, but the cyclist doesn’t even flinch. Why? Because Indian roads operate on a different plane of physics.

We don’t have "lanes"; we have "suggestions." We don’t have "traffic flow"; we have a "highly competitive game of Tetris."

The Octopussy incident proves that if you’re an Indian commuter, a high-stakes international spy chase is basically the same level of difficulty as navigating a local market.

From Chases to Resurrections: The Miracle of the Pothole

While Bond was busy jumping over camels, last week a real-life headline has taken "Indian Road Magic" to a supernatural level.

In Uttar Pradesh, a 50-year-old woman named Vineeta Shukla was declared brain-dead by doctors. As her grieving family transported her home in an ambulance to prepare for her final rites, the vehicle hit a massive, violent pothole on the Bareilly-Haridwar National Highway.

The result? The jolt was so powerful it literally shocked her back to life. She started breathing, the funeral was cancelled, and she’s now home talking to her family.

James Bond might have a "License to Kill," but Indian roads have a "License to Resurrect."

If you think Bond’s rickshaw was noisy, you haven’t truly lived until you’ve experienced the bone-rattling reality of a local rickety ride I had in Uttar Pradesh (2009). At that point i realized

• In India, the suspension isn't a mechanical feature - it’s an act of faith.
• Speed bumps aren't "annoying." They are spine-alignment tools
• Cows in the middle of the road? That’s just a "Natural Speed Governor" 
• In India, we don’t have "traffic accidents," we have "unplanned choreography."
• Bond needs Q-Branch gadgets to survive. We just need a bell, a prayer, and the ability to fit a family of five on a Scooty

The New Indian Road Safety (and Health) Manual:

If we look at these two events - Bond’s unbothered cyclist and the Pothole Resurrection - we can conclude that Indian roads are actually a sophisticated, if somewhat bumpy, public service:

1. Free Defibrillators: Why pay for expensive hospital equipment when a trip down NH-74 provides a full-body reset?
2. Stunt Training: Every Indian cyclist or auto driver is essentially a stunt double who just hasn't been discovered by Hollywood yet.
3. The Zen of Chaos: If you can survive a rickshaw chase in Udaipur without spilling your chai, you have achieved a level of inner peace that 007 can only dream of.

Conclusion

We often complain about the craters in our tarmac, but let’s be honest: where else can a road perform a miracle? James Bond might have the gadgets, but we have the Bareilly-Haridwar Highway. One is a movie; the other is a medical marvel.

The next time you hit a bump that nearly sends your teeth through your roof, don’t curse. Just tell yourself you’re getting a free "pothole-powered" health check-up. ```