Philosophers Longueur a rara avis

Auld Lang Syne

2006-12-31T21:19:00.003+05:30

The year, whose hopes were high and strong,
Has now no hopes to wake;
Yet one hour more of jest and song
For his familiar sake.

Even while we sing, he smiles his last,
And leaves our sphere behind.
The good old year is with the past;
Oh be the new as kind!
--William Bryant

Every night signs in with a promise for a new day, and every new day brings with it the myriads of knowns and unknowns, the times of ebb and flow, the piebald period of ups and downs, the multitudes of odds and ends, with each supplementing the life with variegated measures of ado and mirth. Living in the multitudes of such multicolored bits and pieces we try to apprehend the meaning of life.

All set in ordain, as imposed from on high
the ravenous time's fleeting, swift and fast

One more night and the new year is nigh
and soon one more year to inter in the past

On the eve of 31-DEC-2006, over again the whole world is at its feet, packed with celebrations, but I the ignoramus, know not what for is this commemoration? Is it an exaugural tribute for the blooming night, that is set to mark anew an evanescent year, or is it the inaugural felicitation for the fading night, that is to cast upon the enascent year.

Each day per se is a suigeneris. Abiding by the stark rules of nature, dancing to the tunes of Time, the Sun the Earth and the Moon march on. With the ebbs of the sunlight, dawn yeilds to the dusk, acounting such dawn and dusk the days end, agglomerating the count of such days the weeks roll out, and the weeks aging to the months, the months to the years, and upon the stage of Time, each in due course bid their last adieu and bow out.

With no different awe or marvel, once more the day shall step in, and yet again there shall be the same diurnals, the Aves shall welcome the new day with their mellisonant yodels, the flowers and the green shall glitter with the bedecked pearls of dew, the plumed pearls shall fume out with the encroaching irradiations of Helios. Neither the birds, the green, the dew, the sun nor the day apprehend the change the mankind has cherished and merried in the dark hours.

One year's enascent, while the others evanescent, I think one person can hardly understand why the life is conducted in such a way, how one came to commit certain actions and not others, whether one looks upon the past with mostly content or regret or equanimity, yet all stand fait accompli and such is the life's lesson. Yes, the year will roll on, but where do we endeavor to go from hither?

Remeant Souvenires Labyrinth

2006-11-17T19:45:00.000+05:30

Voices arise and stem, some lipped, heard and acknowledged, some heard but overlooked, some unheard, and some undelivered or repressed within; few such voices over the ages enfeeble, recede and snuff out, and a few others reminisced and retrospected. Those lipped and heard are sweet, but those tacit's, sweeter...

From the aging arid areas, out of the clear blue sky few such voices reprise; reprise, relish and rage, and in the rummage of such voices, to remeant such intonations, to rejuvenate the senescent songs, searching once more for somethings, things that are far from the eyes, yet breathing within, yes the heart says its those souvenires again, souvenires again, and me to my heart not again.

To reman such revenant voices, I plan to write, to indite the same old story, the yarns of yore, the frail facts and facades of the former, the indomitable dreams of the departed, the unyeilding relentless moments, the inscrutable thoughts, the intangible feelings, and for all those moth-eaten mementos, deploring the self, while exploring the endless world and imploring the providence of its quiescence.

Ranting -Against- My -Yearns- Anew.....

With the heedless heart and meandering mind
incog, yet, more renowned as a rambling rye
for once, blessed with the serendipity to find
thine, the paradisical godsend; caught my eye

Thou spake, and broke the silence, n reticence for aye
Thou heard, not an otic act, but by thine heart and eye
listening to the fullness of quiet melodious chime
weren't we blessed with the flawless idyllic time?

For the frail flowers in the parching sun
were thy redolent heart the pastoral isle
for the faithful friar in the endless run
were thy angelic arms the final tabernacle

Far-off from all the satyrs, the true loves' heaven
Thine were the eyes, that became my new haven,
and the two blessed hearts singing rhyme to rhyme
a song; less personified as the rhapsodic venus hymn

Times renewed, and so did the visions
leading in the paths that assured wonder!
In our own devoir, we paced and horizons
widened, widended to thrust us asunder

Here again I speak, but none to hear
yet again I eye, where art thou dear?
Nothing to sing now, not even the monody,
besides, no one to concord, where are thee?

The world's tumbled to silence; me
a ravine stranger to my own name
searching for life, searching for thee
searching blind in the purblind game

Affected with the disgrace of an unknown fiend
in the ebbs edge, to find myself in a double bind
bereft is the redolent love in the scorched realm
searching for thy arms, that hath the endless calm

Digressing in the paths of ceaseless strife
Forlorn now, missing you to life;
cursing and confuting the lifeblood's rife
yet, living with twists of the knife

Every minute scruples and the memories dismay
aging in your thoughts, passeth one more day
lost to this world and lost to the self, hither I lay
counting the days, counting on the doom to defray.

Twilights of Truth from the far Edges

2006-09-18T10:09:00.000+05:30

Habits good or bad, really die hard. Its arduous to ged rid of them, one such peruse skirrs along with me. The more i try to get off with it, the more it persues me. And yet again the pervicacious self was defeated. It gives the conviction that over the ages i have grown more a poltroon, bereft of my own spirits to withhold me from my own habits.

Thoughts and feelings arise with or without our will, the thoughts that transgress the words, the feelings that fail to get construed, and for all these now, expostulating the self with the thoughts and the thoughts with the self, for the self dissuasion and remonstrance.

How vain is it to think that words can penetrate the mystery of our being! Rightly used they may make evident our ignorance to ourselves, and this is much. For what are we? Whence do we come? and whither do we go? Is birth the commencement, is death the conclusion of our being? What is birth and death? Thats not all, there are many many more to torment the truth, to question and refute the truth that we perceive.

We are born, and our birth is unremembered, our infancy remembered but in fragments; we live on, and the life strides from the unremebered birth to the senile senectitude, and how often spurring the inessential, indecorous itch and propensity, taking the misty inchoate paths we live on and in living we lose the apprehension of life.

Amidst the sea of life, as the wind ruffles against the laving water and the water laves against the ruffling wind, desires are warring against the wishes and the wishes withstanding the dissentient desires. All aloof, sailing in the canoe of hopes, rowing with the paddles of wishes, bent upon the paradoxical and profound paths searching for the distant destiny, heart seems to have occluded by its own will. On the contrary mind is making the plots to rule the heart and conquer the desires, while the heart struck by these vicious contemplates, still finding itslef dazed in the world of desires, the desries that battle against the earnset wishes. It is the battle of self against the truth, the battle of the naivete and defiance against the inner self, and while i live, the battle continues and continues all the while.

To juxtapose me with the day, neither do i remember the first day that entered my life, nor do i know when the last day would be, but each day that offers me a day to live in definitely knows that its the first and as well the last to enter in my life. I would like to live, live every day with the stoutheartedness as if it were to be my first day, live with the grit as if it were to be my last, but i scruple, for i fail to feign to have lived the way i wish to. Lost in the amaranthine search of one such alpha day, perhaps it is the day i can find no more, no more to live in and any more to die too...

One Life

2006-05-04T09:16:00.000+05:30

One life to live and one death to end it. But there are hundreds of ways, thousands of dreams, millions of desires, countless thoughts, all these and all these just witihin one life, and somewhere on the unknown path stands a quietous blow, though only one, yet enough to demise them all. Despite, all along, all the while, the life brings with it a lots of twists and turns, few meandered with mirth, few convoluted with convulsions and few anfractuous with ado.

Silence and peace are desirous. Often the silence signs in, but at times with colossus of commotions, pheonix of pains, amples of ado, and such a silence is far from being desirous, not even worth a wish, still it does creep in.

How often is this true that "The hands that bear, know the weight". Look at this, the one who is dead rests in peace, but the ones left behind know what the pain is, they are the ones to bear it. Does the dead know what that pain is? Bearing the death alone doesnt end the story, the consequences are invariable more callous, harrowing and dire than the death.

Yes, its true as someone said,
Zindagi to bewaafa hai ek din thukarayegi,
Maut mehbooba hai apni saath lekar jayegi...

But to hark back at the life again,

It is not growing like a tree
in bulk doth make man better be;
Or standing long an oak, three hundred year,
To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere,
A lily of a day
is fairer in May
Although it fall and die that night,
It was the plant of flower and light,
In small proportions we just beauties see;
And in short measures, life may perfect be.
--Benjamin Johnson

One such lily was our dear friend, who now rests in peace, but long lasting are the impressions that shall along rue in us, and rule the hearts of all the kiths and kins that our friend deserted. Though the life span was short, the life was defintely sweet and beautiful enough to cherish and blossom the smiles of the companions, kindle the vigor in all the confreres, who got the chance to sail along with that lily.

The bottom line of this experience exemplifies that, No man has lived for ever and no man shall live forever, but the truth is all of them lived and will live, albeit the era, the mode, the mien, the merit, make and the magnitude vary. Neither the birth nor the death are willfull, but definitely the life, may not be in terms of amplitude but surely with its arete. Life may be ephemeral but the imprints of its aretes are eternal. That life is worth, which enlightens and kindles the light and spirit of life in atleast one life, before getting doused.

Kindle Act Vie - Its Time to Ascend

2006-03-06T18:10:00.000+05:30

I was going through a quondam footnote that limned the connotation of the word SUCCESS, which one of my friends had left for me few years erstwhile. The very note construed a new definition to the word SUCCESS. The note goes like this:

Select carefully your aim
Unmask your inner power
Concentrate on pace and way
Completely involve yourself in it
Entirely work towards it
See your dreams turn in to reality
Start acting at this moment

In allegiance to this new definition of SUCCESS are the few lines presented hereinafter in the form of a cadential verse or the runic prose.

Kith - Any good in repenting for the past
can there be a thing that shall ever last
why to sob for those, that are so far lost
when there’s life, still promising the most

descry the oceans of vigor that within you lie
Amigo - keep up the spirit, and never say die
assay and deem; carefully choose thy way
for the world is reckoning on you to repay

peruse and reify, its no time to hark back
steadfast and hold upon the fruitful track
Victor - cherish thy dreams, let them guide
pursue and deify, thy visions in the life's stride

In close the desires, by knowing your needs
cease the trepidity by the knowledge of truth
widen your limits by dispelling all that’s myth
apotheosize the life through thy effulgent deeds

Time and tide, as ever shall wait for none
haste and skim upon all that’s undone
know thy weakness and know thy power
quell the glower; let effervescence flower

Amen, all the failures have invariably blessed thee
with experiences of multitude in the interims of wee
if there's ado and kerfuffle; they shouldst cease to be
soon there shall be success that shall close in with glee

Kindle; Life is a finicky and intransigent
Act now, rather being sullen and fainéant
Vie - Thy life is an open ended game
Illumine and make it an open sesame

Minutes of Midnight

2006-01-02T09:27:00.000+05:30

The meeting has dispersed; the moths
Bid farewell to the candle-light
Departure's the hour on the sky
Only a few story mark the night.

What ever has remained will not remain
They too will quickly disappear
This is the worlds way, although we
Last to the world lay sleeping here.

It’s one of the hard laws of the nature, simply stark in itself. Be it the end of the beginning or the beginning of the end, “Everything that begins has to end. Neither will there be an end to the beginnings nor will there be any end to the beginnings.” Even the nature by itself adheres to this law.

The future transits to present, the transient present swiftly ruins to past and the past transcends in itself. Dancing to the tunes of the time and riding on tranships of days and night all the things grow and transmute. The things should rather not just grow or change; they should ameliorate and transcend the past ambits and mark the new horizons in all possible paths.

At the stroke of midnight, 31-DEC-2005 gave a way to the 1-JAN-2006 and another new year entered our lives. It has not just entered or life, but has brought with it the new dreams, responsibilities and burdens that need to be realized, achieved and faced.

Every day is special and unique, for all it can come is only once, no matter you live in it or not. No day has recrudesced. It has been the innate nature of the mankind to demarcate a few days from the rest, and build hodgepodge facts around it to befit and benefit oneself. One of such is the New Year Day.

Yet, it's all the fata morgana, which the mankind has created for itself. We can never be wise, but by our own wisdom. Let the experiences of the past; bear in us the lessons that shall guide us steadily and smoothly in the coming days.

The future beckons on us. Wither do we go and what shall be our endeavor?

Rhapsody And Melancholy Yet Again

2005-11-17T07:32:00.000+05:30

The mushy evening zephyr has yet again brew
the indelible memories of yore; ab ovo its true,
Out of this earth and sky, but only in You
that my Lass, the true love per diem grew
And then, the world seemed sweet and new

And the thoughts of You, that still do remind
of all the sweet memories that you left behind
Like the dark and soupy clouds in the moonless sky
without you now, my heart is sombre and dry
Be veracious in you, thy true Love that I still deify

Myriads are the memories that never fade
Whispering in silence are the words you said
Impersonating are thy signs that still do aid
for all the anamnesis, of the times spent in delight
Bereft of you, now in the enduring earth and night

Countless are the tales of my sleepless nights
I am the ineluctable prey of your trenchant sight
In candour, you stole my heart in my own right
Entranced in the thoughts that one day I might
surely, Ascend with you to the greatest heights

In You, My true Love, that I assure
With you be it the pain or pleasure
With thy be it the joy or sorrow
Now, for long, is the truth I avow;
Thy love is my only precious treasure

Beyond All, the space, time, ado and mirth
to the eternity of life, I shall wait for thee
Into my pristine house come bold and free
Come forth, and bring with you a heart
That shall never and ever of me depart.

What Next? A Catechism that invites a call for reply

2005-09-12T16:10:00.000+05:30

All these years along, I had been asking this question to myself so often, that it has become the part and parcel of my every New Year celebrations.

The years passed, the years are yet to pass. But all a while, I have the two quests, as
1. Discerning the Yearlong Deeds And,
2. What Next?
to delve upon.

So far, for over the decades, annually, I have been it to the situations, wherein I needed to back talk to these feeler inquisitions. When I reckon on my past, I find myself to have unfeignedly vindicating the prior and have the wisecrack for the later, which almost is supposedly an invincible task, henceforth yielding to vindictive pros for the coming year. Old habits die-hard!!

One Good thing, about all these yester years has been that, I could at least refute back for these two inquiries. Now I stand aloof, in tumult, where I find the later quest to be irrefutable. I still know not, is it that the question is unanswerable, or the answer is incontrovertible. These canker interrogations certainly seem to find no anodyne.

This is not all, when I glance through my past scribbling, that I used to make in my unusual diaries, they bring about the glimpses of buried treasure and other things submerged. Though the disdain life seems copacetic, it's well imbricated with detrimental insatiability. No more can I look into these dockets -the real reflection of the then self, for all they bring about is the sense of absolute abject and abominable self, when I juxtapose thy and then.

I could able to cauterize all my journals, that posed the image of a real abominable self, but can I expel them from my reminiscent thoughts that shall haunt me all along? The Conflagrate conciousness' of the truth incinerates my life into the flames of lost hopes and ashed dreams. Yet I contrive to conserve the evanescent hopes and yearn for the peachy and winsome life.

In The Serendipity of Contingent Doom or The Predestination?

2005-06-26T15:36:00.000+05:30

Wandering aimlessly, here and there,
Don't know why, and don't know where.

Life in the deep is like a splenetic briar!
Deprived of the virtues, the brutes flair.
Far from the truth, is my haunted lair
where the earth seems like the Vanity Fair.

Wandering aimlessly, here and there
Jeering at the retrospect of life's mere

Lost since the ages, is the men with his wanton spleen
and for all the woods, that stand withered of lush Green
Darker are the days, than the gloomy and dismal nights
In the camouflage of dark shadows upon seraphic lights

Wandering aimlessly, here and there
Smothered of deeds, the meeds in sere

Bereaved of truth and Peace, the Cur's fight
Deflowering the Love, from their hearts sight
Cleaving to all the hopes, in the illusive might
Evanescent Life; Thus sails in the Nature's right

Wandering aimlessly, here and there
Cruising for the Destiny, that is nowhere.

Solitude - Where The Silence Speaks

2005-06-26T14:34:00.000+05:30

Every human being lives in his personal world, made up of experiences and convictions, some acquired in life, others inherited from family, environment and nature. Solitude and “distance” are closely connected. We feel alone because may be we perceive the world around us as something foreign and often hostile.
Solitude should be understood, rather than fled from; when we try to escape from what lies inside ourselves, wherever we go it reappears to torment us because it is a problem we carry inside.
Solitude vests us with the myraid opportunities to open oneself up to the inherent thoughts, the mysteries of nature, the possible senses of superiority or inferiority, and learning a greater ability to communicate and express and represent the best premise to oneself . In solitude one can depict the best possible picture of the self.

Oh!, Solitude how blissful are thee!!
Here I stand in glee, careless and free.

Oft in silence, My shadow speakth, and I Listen
to all the Sweet Thoughts that make me glisten.
Where, I put myself to the fame and ignominy
Blessed is the life in true peace and harmony.

Oh!, Solitude how blissful are thee!!
In you, I discern the very eternal of me.

Solitude affords the needed opportunity of regaining heaven's perspective on the mysteries of life.

The Memoirs

2005-06-18T13:56:00.000+05:30

Every man has reminiscences which he likes to recollect and share with almost all the people whom he knows. Few other persuits, he would not tell to everyone, but only to his friends. He has other annals in his mind, which he would not reveal even to his friends, but only to himself, and that in secret. But there are other ambience that a man is afraid to tell even to himself, and every decent man has a number of such things stored away in the realms of his mind. The more decent he is, the greater the number of such things in his mind.

When from dark error’s subjugation
My words of passionate exhortation
Had wrenched thy fainting spirit free;
And writhing prone in thine affliction
Thou didst recall with malediction
The vice that had encompassed thee:
And when thy slumbering conscience,
fretting
By recollection’s torturing flame,
Thou didst reveal the hideous setting
Of thy life’s current ere I came:
When suddenly I saw thee sicken,
And weeping, hide thine anguished face,
Revolted, maddened, horror-stricken,
At the memories of foul disgrace.

No greater grief than to remember the days of joy when misery is at hand
- Dante Alighieri

Principle of Duality - A philosophical View

2005-05-27T09:14:00.000+05:30

For Science the duality principle takes different forms for different schema of Science. To list a few,
To memorize and recapitulate the Boolean duality principle â€œone part may be obtained from the other if the binary operators and the identity elements are interchangedâ€�.
Stating that every algebraic expression deducible from the postulates of Boolean algebra remains valid if the operators and the identity elements are interchanged. Further the identity element is the inverse of its own.

To put forward the duality principle of Geometry, â€œAll the propositions in projective geometry occur in dual pairs which have the property that, starting from either proposition of a pair, the other can be immediately inferred by interchanging the parts played by the words "point" and "line." A similar duality exists for reciprocationâ€�.

In mathematics, often called the queen of the sciences, all 'operators' and 'operations' are studied only in a dual relationship. One rarely learns an operation in mathematics without also learning its inverse operation. Addition and subtraction, multiplication and division, raising to a power and taking roots, the distributive law and factoring, all come to mind immediately as examples of dual operations. Calculus is nothing more than the study of two dual operators that are, in fact, inverses of each other, viz. integration and differentiation.

In physics, action and reaction, positive and negative charges, and particle and wave theories are known as dual and/or complementary principles. To hark back, the heated debate over whether light was to be classified as a particle or a wave. After many decades the debate finally ended with the full acceptance of the dual nature of light. Scientists acknowledged, over three quarters of a century years ago, that light has both a wave and a particle nature.

In chemistry, Lavoisierâ€™s theory that every definite compound consists of two parts having opposite electrical activity was the basis for Jacob Berzelius' dualistic formulas

In biology the functions of chlorophyll and hemoglobin, inhaling and exhaling, muscle contraction and extension, anabolic and catabolic, lymphatic and myeloid elements are known to have opposite functions.

In economics, supply and demand, and profit and loss are connected in a dualistic manner.

In philosophy and political science the concepts of liberalism and conservatism, thesis and antithesis (Hegelianism) are dialectical, or opposites, and also fall into the dual category.

In a book on the philosophy of language, the linguist Eco U., describes duality as a structure from which language derives its meaning. Life and death, mind and matter (dualism of Descartes), space and time, subsistent forms and spacio-temporal objects, subjective ideas and objective reality, good and evil, yin and yang, the list is endless.

In the humanities John Milton is referred to as the â€œPoet of Duality", because of his focus on the concepts of good and evil and the ultimate paired destiny to which mankind will be delegated, heaven or hell.
Terms like complementary, dialectical, opposite or inverse are sometimes used to indicate the idea of dualism. Dualism is often times used to refer to two opposing forces, two operations or two characteristics. The dual pairs might be observed functioning alone in a given phenomenon but more frequently, can be distinguished, separated and labeled with their distinct properties.

The Philosophy so far has been neat and clean in defining the stark nature of the duality principle.
If there is Good, there is bad; if there is truth there is lie; if there is beauty there is ugly; if there is heaven there is hell. Thus the postulates of philosophy remain consistent in defining the elements and their inverse in a way that the element beholds its meaning only for the true fact that there is an existential inverse element to it, or to put in another way the inverse element exists only for the very fact the elementary elements exist, for the knowledge of good alone can play the role in defining what evil is. The philosophy connives the world about the darker and lighter faces of the elements.

To state the duality principle of Philosophy, "And all things have we created in pairs in order that we may reflect on it." Philosophy asserts that every equal has a counter unequal as of the equal. The equal rests upon the unequal and vice versa.

To march a step ahead, itâ€™s the Jurisprudence of Philosophy that acclaims that if you are to the world, the world is for you; and if you are not to this world, the world is not for you. It is ultimately you who see this world, for what the world is to see to you. Thence it is you who define the world and wherefore define yourself to the World.

The First Corker Message of the Macrocosm

2005-05-26T14:05:00.000+05:30

"Every species/object is a rara avis and shares equal values, compliments and namespace in this Universe."

"No race can prosper until it learns that there is as much dignity in tilling the field as in writing the poem" .One bears the meaning and value for not merely what he does but definitely for what he is. For everything is complete in itself and incomplete by itself.

To value the Gold to be superior to Iron or to treat the diamond to be superior to coal, is the act of ignorance. Given a true fact, it's only the mankind that exhibits such a crass act.

Scientifically considered both Gold and Iron are basically the two elements that are metals in nature. Coal and diamond both are the amorphous of the same Carbon. To debase Iron for Gold, Coal for Diamond is a cupid act, for each has its own properties that are intrinsic and inherent to itself, which no other object/species in the universe can share or exhibit.

If Gold and Diamond adorned as the ornaments, iron and coal are meant to be the key instruments used in mending such ornaments. Everything in nature has its own meaning, which most often the mankind not only fails to realize, but also to visualize.

"One mans remorse may be another's reminiscence", hence to defile or deify the values of something based on ones' own views is a tenacious folly. Every object experiences the freedom in its own right, and in owns right one cannot just seize or afflict some others freedom, It's mere delirious folly to consider something to be superior to the others.

Be what you are; for what you are, are you really are. It's neither idealism nor the naturalism that can define you, but it's only the realism that defines you to be the state of art and compliment to this macrocosm.

The Poignant Story of History : A fiction or a Tale

2005-05-26T09:04:00.000+05:30

Last night, on my way back to home, I saw the History lying stewed and weeping, in the form of the countenance and grizzle of young pupil. On hearing the poignant story of history, I could not stop myself from revealing the stark nature of history, in the form of this epistle.

The denotation of history is a mere simple n sweet truth, but the connotation of the same by various historians is a perverted jibe. Meek historians have royally perverted the History. History doesn’t lie in the hands of such meek and stubborn historians. It’s no more the time to connive the facts of true history.

The mankind has been the cause for the mercenary history. Why is there such antipathy in knowing/learning what history is? It can only be the mere misconception of what history is that could possibly avert us from learning it.

At birth we enter a world, which we did not create, and which we come to understand only in part, and then only gradually, with time, in our own day, our awareness of that world extends beyond household, neighborhood and region to encompass many other parts of the world All aspects of our existence are products of much longer periods of development, and their continuity and change remain only dimly evident to us until we begin to learn something about the past.

History is not merely the study of our ancestors & Societies, nor the collection of the lame facts and records. The true value of history lies in the science of what it discloses about the world that we live in. It’s the mirror that presents itself as a true friend to guide us in all walks of life. It presents itself with the bunch of percepts, that we generally encounter in the search of defining the meanings to the human acts and regulations. It provides us with the list of litigations that forewarn about the consequences of our several acts. It is even the true portent for all our deeds. History provides the ready solutions to the most of our practical and existential problems that we less or more often encounter.

History is the only Science, of whom the Science is unknown of its origin; it’s also the only subject/object that’s immortal. Everything that evolved or the evolutions lay in the hands of History, but History though not a self-evolutionay, marks its own evolution in the evolution of this world.

History may not be ingenious, but is definitely ingenuous. History though may not be a panacea, but it’s definitely the treasure of bounty knowledge. One may deprecate the artifacts of history but cannot depreciate the norms of History.

When the Science fails to guide us, it's solely the Jurisprudence of the History that can lead the mankind further.

Philosophy and Science

2005-05-18T09:01:00.000+05:30

If Science is the art of life; Philosophy is the heart of life. Science tends to narrow down the world that we live in; Philosophy tends to broaden the world. If science is quantitave, Philosophy is qualitative.

For a Scientist is the one who knows more and more about the less and less known, the Philosopher is the one who knows less and less about the more and more unknowns.
To be a Philosopher "is not merely to have subtle thoughts, nor even to found a school, but so to love wisdom as to live, according to dictates, a life of simplicity, independence, magnanimity and trust" quoth Thoreau.

Science seeks things, Philosophy qualifies, ascertains relations and adds meaning and worth to those things. For who else other than Philosophy can define and alienate Good and Evil, Beautiful and Ugly, Freedom and Truth.

In fact every science begins as philosophy and ends as an art, for Philosophy is a hypothetical interpretation of the unknown or of the inexact unknown. Philosophy is definitely the apostle in the seize of truth.

Philosophy accepts the hard and hazardous task of dealing with problems not yet open to the methods of science. Philosophy is the field of enquiry, but science is the victim of such field of enquiry whose knowledge is susceptible through the exact formulations of it.Hence science is analytical descriction of the known facts but Philosophy is the synthetic interpretation of the facts known and unknown.

Theories of Science can be put as " the more you capture, the more you are left with to capture". Philosophy is the pioneer of Science and science is the heir apparent of Philosophy. Philosophy is the pedestal that leaves the fruits to the Science. Beneath it are those secure regions where the knowledge meets wisdom, life meets truth and the truth meets the divinely discontent sense of Joy.

For a fact is nothing except in relation to desire; it's incomplete except in relation to a purpose and a whole. Science without Philosophy is like facts without perspective and valuation, quantitative mass without quality. Science can give us Knowledge but its only Philosophy that can lead knowledge to Wisdom.

Better is better than the Best

2005-05-13T09:08:00.000+05:30

Let me start with teh simple assumption that thedestiny of Bad is to be Good, the destiny of Good is to be Better; the Destiny of Better is to be Best. Then what's the Best destined for?

When something is regarded as Good, ther's always the scope for improvements, say from Good to better. Being Good it's always possible ot ameliorate to Better. So now in this fashion Better is truly better than Good.

On the other hand when something is considered to be the Best, it becomes equivalently true that it's pefect in its own state. Since nothing Perfect can ever exist, or as wisely quoth that there's no corner of perfection and room for perfection, the Best only brings out the disillusions of what's regarded as the Best.

Even if we believethat the Best does exist. Now what next after being the Best. The Best leaves no room for improvements. Thence from being the Best one can only grow Better and with no chance to ameliorate furthur, wherefore Best is nothing more than a tenacious folly.

Now considering something to be Better, being Better it provides a ground room for improvements and to ameliorate further, say from Better to Better++. Regarding such infinetesimal ameliorations to Better would still leave it at Better, narrowing the by far margin from Best. Thence the destiny of Better is Better itself and not the Best.

Philosophically considered, its always the human tendency to seek something that's better than the one possesed, no matter what one has or why one needs. Even if its the Best, one still looks up or rather desires (though not the need ) for something thats Better than the Best. To compare and collate the Need with the Absolute scale, and the Desire ( I wont say it as Greed) with the relative scale.

The absolute scale has an end but not the relative scale. Hence when the qualitative mensurations are quantified on a relative scale there can olny be a place for Better and not the Best.

Whorfian hypothesis of I

2005-05-05T09:55:00.000+05:30

"For what I am, if I cant live for myself and what for am I, if I cant be anything other than myself."

Though at a glance, regardless of circumstances the two theories seem to be paradoxical, may be that they are one and the same at the bottom. Each in its extreme evolution hypothecates a great level of closeness, will to live, and the knowledge of life. Each upholds the theory of will, the will to seek, to seek the eternal mien and to deify oneÃ¢Â€Â™s life. Be it the self-seeking or the self-denial, both supposes the life to be the rationale and act of self-conduct. Too simple a fact is that what one perceives or conceives is what the truth is.

Again Philosophically considered, thence the two theories or rather the two surmises seem au-fond interchangeable and alike, unlike that one happens to be seen in celestial radiance and the other in the dusky and lurid glow. One happens to be regarded as stoic and the other to be quiet cynical. One is accepted to be the real altruistic act and the other to be a mere cupid act.

The Scarlet Letter - Food for every heart.

2005-05-04T09:08:00.000+05:30

It's a curious subject of observation and inquiry, whether hatred and love be not the same thing at the bottom. Each, in its utmost development, supposes a high degree of intimacy and heart knowledge; each renders one individual dependent for the food of his affections and spiritual life upon another; each leaves the passionate lover or the no less passionate hater, forlorn and desolate by the withdrawal of his object.

Philosophically considered, therefore the two passions seem essentially the same, except that one happens to be seen in celestial radiance and the other in the dusky and lurid glow. One stands on the soapbox or pulpit and the other gets treated on the scaffold.

The story clearly illuminates the struggles between mind and heart, dogma and self-reliance, austerity and expedience.

Test YourSelf

Children the Messengers of God

2005-05-02T20:08:00.000+05:30

Children are the peacemakers of tomorrow. They are the ancient spirits
who have come back at this very special time to implement
their message of peace and Love.

Let's see why is it so.
I Just went through one of the news papers that cited what love means to children.

1. When my grand mother got arthritis, she couldnt bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time even when his hands got arthritis too. Thats Love. Age 8.

2. When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth. Age 4.

3. Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give any of theirs. Age 6

4. Love is what makes you smile when you are tired. Age 4.

5. Love is when my mom makes coffee for my dad and she takes the sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is ok. Age 7.

6. If you want to learn to love better, then you should start with a person who you hate. Age 6

7. Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt and then he wears it everyday. Age 8

8. Love is when your puppy licks your face, even after you left him alone all the day. Age 4

9. During my piano recite, I was on stage and I was scared. I looked at all people watching me, and saw my daddy waving and smiling at me. He was the only one doing that. I wasnt scared any more. Age 8.

10. You really shouldnt say I love you, unless you mean it. But if you mean it You should say it a lot. People forget it. Age 8

In my view,Love is so pervasive, eternal, intransigent yet intangible. I know not how to define it, or rather what to define it as. Any attempt to dfine it would rather abassen the meaning of love. I can say that its the true language that hath no bounds,no limitations, knows no barriers, nor confined to any specific species. It's the only language that every living being can understand and aprobate to it.
In the betwixt of life and death, love has no definitions, no confinements.Life is mortal, though not love. Life is conceivable, though not love. But both are truly impalpable. This is how i seek or rather beseech the love to be.

Life is Beautiful

2005-04-28T13:41:00.000+05:30

Life is a terminal disease. No one has survived it yet. There is no cure. If you are infected with life, you are bound to die.

But,....

When the death knocks the door of the Life,one is bound to realize nothing ever was more beauitul and more meaningful in Life than Life itself, for You Live it, and beauty doesnt lie around, infact it lies within.

In reality Life is 10% what happens to You and the rest is how You approbate to It.

Good Old Riddle

2005-04-27T15:50:00.000+05:30

The age-old question What came first, the Chicken or the egg..?
is well answered in the modern day Science in general n Theory of Evolution in particular. Even Many Rational thoughts have contributed for the ubiquitous answer.
But What Consternates me more is Who made whom, God Made Man or Man Made God..?
For Atheist, Definitely theres no God and hence the later part is True.
If not For an Aesthetic it's definitely the Prior Part that's true.

In India I guess the net population of the country is definitely outnumbered by the endless list of Gods, Or Rather it's count is an imaginary number very near to infinity.

To avert the hallucinations and deliriums about God and Man
Let be an Aesthetic or an atheist, Misanthropist or Philantroist; Looking at it from a much deeper mein, I believe this topic requires a much bigger research or an euphonious debate than that of the Hen/Egg issue...,

Unquotable Quotes

2005-04-26T14:30:00.000+05:30

I am Sure All of US know this addage

"To Err is Human and To Forgive is Divine."

To Err is Common., To Forgive is Divine, But...

To Err and Not To Repeat is Human.

How's this redifinition.

Now Dont Say Old Bottle n New Wine...

Who am I

2005-02-07T14:51:00.000+05:30

Sameer G Kulkarni from India the Great