An Irrational Conversation

John: I wish I knew my destiny.

Homer: What is destiny?

John: It’s the stuff we’re put here on this earth for. It’s our purpose. Don’t you read philosophy?

Homer: No.

John: Well, there are those who believe our destinies are written before we’re born, and the essence of life is to discover it as you go along. An equally strong group of people believes that we make our own destinies; that we’re in charge of ourselves; that incidents aren’t setup for a purpose.

Homer: I don’t know any destinies. I just know that there’s my destination, and here am I.

John: What? Where? What are you pointing at? The moon?!

Homer: Yes, the moon. Do you see how it is the most significant figure in the vast night sky? Being just a reflecting stone in the empty vastness of space, how it manages to overshadow the much bigger and heavenly stars? How millions of people look up to it every night, while the visible source of its lambent glow can’t be seen by a pair of naked eyes? It’s a classic underdog winner story, this moon-tale.

John: Yes, I know all that. So treading into the domain of philosophical equivalents, are we?

Homer: What is philosophy? How is it different from logic?

John: I’m not smart enough to answer that. I guess logic is bound by rules, while philosophy explores the boundaries, and what’s beyond it.

Homer: Do you mean to say that philosophy can be irrational?

John: No, obviously not. How would people believe in it if it would be irrational! It’s an exploration based on the fundamentals of rational thinking.

Homer: Ah! Rationality, Logic, Reason. That’s what governs your actions, eh? If all philosophies are limited within the domain of rationality, then I think it’s fair enough to say that the world’s root philosophy is reason.

John: Uh, well, you could say that…

Homer: But my friend, what if rationality is flawed? It’s a way of looking at the universe, this rationality of yours. What if it’s the wrong way?

Yes, I want to be the moon. I want to shine. Everyday, I take a step towards reaching the goal, towards being what one may say I believe to be my destiny. Everyday, I work for it. I am what I do, this is my identity. If I am nothing more than that, then mind you, I’m nothing less either. This is my passion, this is my religion, and this is my philosophy. I will not let anything come between me, the work I do, and the vision of my destination. Does that sound rational to you?

John: Rationality can tend to be relativistic at times.

Homer: If your logic is different from mine, then whose logic is more logical? Is there a rule that justifies the rules? Is there logic behind the existence of logic?

John: Then what do you suggest be man’s philosophy? Irrationality? Randomality?

Homer: Do you agree, that if there’s a root philosophy behind the functioning of the universe, then that should have answers to all the questions that can be asked?

John: Hmm, yes.

Homer: Does logic give all the answers?

John: No. What does?

Homer: I don’t know. No one can. If one was to know that philosophy, wouldn’t he be bigger than the knowledge itself?

John: Now you’re playing with words.

Homer: My point is, I don’t care. I’m too busy working for reaching the destination I am to achieve, to be wondering whether it’s worth it. I’ll never know if it is, if I don’t reach it. Whether I ever will reach it, is another question I can dwell into. But I don’t. I’m too busy, living a life of purpose, which I’m proud to say, is my own.

Every man on this planet is limited in his thinking, by the fundamental chains of rationality. It’s embedded within our genes, a side product of evolution. I don’t want my dreams to be limited, that is why I don’t try to reason them, that is why I don’t speculate their possibility. I suggest you try that out too. For once, don’t limit your dreams. Just let them be, let them grow, let them fly. And I promise you that you’d see the greatest romance of your life unfold…

Necrophobia

Edge of the cliff
Crest of the ocean
A step in the air
An end to the sting

The night-sky in its stillness
Raises the destined question
Justify the means
Explain the pain

To induce the soul
Visit the dead garden
Tread the burnt grass
Breathe the stale air

The ruins have taken each
The vision and the dream
All that now survives
This life, it won’t suffice

The jaded cry
The final goodbye
Only enough strength
To forget and deny

Yet the feet won’t budge
And the waves won’t rise
The lonely man under the moonlit sky
To his heart, he won’t comply

They say hope keeps us alive
Hell, how austerely they lie
The only reason we survive
Is that we’re afraid to die.

S.A.

5 Satiric Reasons for a Geekish Male Chauvinistic Pig to love gadgets rather than Women(Or Men)

5. Gadgets aren’t jealous of other gadgets you’re in love with
4. It doesn’t take a gadget 3 years to give you a “more than a friend” status.
3. When gadgets are feeling low, they either shut or give a “low” indication
2. There are so many of them, and they’re all so beautiful…
1. They come with an instruction manual

Fast Food Five - Culinary clues you can't do without

1. Tomato Ketchup and Chocolate Sauce don’t mix.
2. Don’t order North Indian food in a South Indian restaurant. If you do, don’t EXPECT it to be North Indian.
3. Haldi in Maggi is no longer a good idea. Nor is jeera.
4. Frozen sweet milk somehow does not taste very ice-creamish.
5. If you are having trouble determining which regional culinary classification your preparation falls into, it’s Chinese.

I'd also share the mantra for tasting cooking success like you've never tasted it before -

Buy a toaster. Develop a taste for bread.

Yours Truly,

Cookin' Baba - The Guru of all things eatable, and some that aren't

Majors in Democratic Philosophy

I think the reason why a democracy is logically unfit for human governance is that it's the only domain of human existence where one would like to be in a majority. No really, if you think about it hard enough, which is the strongest majority in the world? That of Losers.

The other thing I've been wondering is that philosophy is a scam. I've read three famous authors' writings on life and happiness, and their writings revolve around a one-point, much well known advice- 'One should do what one truly loves to do.' Two things about it, one, is there a single person who doesn't know that; two, do they mean it? For instance, Would they like to gift Jack the Ripper a shiny new set of surgical instruments, with perhaps a golden inscription of this statement on it?

Forget the killer dude, I myself have a lot of unethical things that I would truly love to do. And I'm a sane person under most circumstances.

What did you say? They didn't mean it in that way ? Obviously. Go and explain that to the ravenous psycho down the street in urgent need to justify the grosteque crime he's about to commit. Well actually, he'd commit the crime anyways. My point, however, is that... these books are B-O-R-I-N-G!