abc123amit

Of a philosophical disposition

In Uncategorized on May 6, 2012 at 7:58 am

If life gives you a lemon you make lemonade. But what if you don’t like lemonade, what do you do then? For all you know, all that lemonade could bring you down with a bad case of cold. That would be like a double whammy if ever there was one. You get a lemon (what is wrong with a lemon anyway), and then you get a bad cold. Better, wouldn’t you say if you left the lemon alone and turned to philosophy?

But why am I discussing about a yellow, citrus fruit, early in the morning? It is a Sunday too. The kind of Sunday that you dream about on Tuesdays and Wednesdays: Mellow Sundays with newspapers in a roll, egg sunny side up and lemon juice, the T.V on full volume, and the smell of just washed clothes in the air. Coming back to the reason, it is because, lately, I have been blighted by a curious set of circumstances that has led me to question life and my role in it.

Some people would call “the curious set of circumstances” fate, but not me. I will be damned, if I am going to let a highly strung, seriously disturbed and paranoid women, called fate ,decide, over my life. No I am not being a sexist. I would rather call it a game of chances. See, you will eventually lose some. You will lose your health, your youth, your job and everything there is to lose. The trick is in gaining something all the time. This way there will be a balance. If you sit on your losses for too long the losing streak will get an extended run. If you keep on trying the laws of probability will turn in your favour eventually. And you will have less to moan about.

That is why I root for philosophers. Everything for them is eventual ( I read that in a Stephen King novel, he is also a good philosopher it seems).They look at the stars, birds, flowers and come up with some deep shit which does not make any sense to you and me. Let’s take up this fellow called Borges. Argentine writer, philosopher and solver of mysteries, he writes with fecundity and insight.

Sample this: Borges wrote that the mysteries of the universes would unravel if we truly understood the rose. I didn’t understand it one bit. And the beauty of the thought is that Borges never explained why only a rose. The reader is left with his own devices. This is the beauty of philosophy. You learn it the hard way, through experience.

So I thought. I thought hard and I finally understood. The rose starts as a bud, flowers, sets into full bloom and then withers away: hope, beauty and finally a thought – the quintessence of human existence.

Shit. This is life.

Blah, Blah, Blah

Yawn

 

 

 

Advertisements
  1. but that’s the story of every flower. what’s different for the rose is the journey to the fragrant beauty is through thorns. and perhaps the thorns exist for screening in the ones who are willing to struggle to get to the rose. just maybe

    • That is the beauty of what Borges said. Everybody will relate and have their own interpretations. Have you read any Borges Ant??

  2. nope. but now you make me want to read some

  3. I wonder if the world had taken me seriously enough had I said that about the rose! Would you have, reader of Borges?

    Sigh!

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: