Sunday, October 22, 2006

Prologue: I confess, i'm going to digress. The birth of Phaedrus was supposed to bring out new thoughts and discourses. But as with everything else in my life, the 'plan' is sabotaged by recent events --all inconsequential in the cosmic sense. I've been really busy and there was no time to talk to Phaedrus, and before i take too long a break from blooging (again), another impromptu post is in the offing (serious thoughts have gone into the issue, though).
VINI VIDI VVVVHAT? (I CAME I SAW I COULDN'T HEAR ANYTHING)
Confessions of Ceasar wearing a torn underwear
Friends, romans, countrymen, lend me your ears. The precocious maveric that i am, early in everything including going to the bathroom every morning, i have discovered the drawbacks of experiencing the effectsof senility too soon in life.At the ripe old age of 24, i'm having problems registering sounds (without an iPod to blame for it). Now, as i would like to make myself believe that i'man active participant in society,this brings a plethora of problems when i actually try to communicate. The usual response i give when a person next to me makes an audible sound is Huh?!! ..followed by another -- huh?And for all u know, the guy was just burping, or most probably addressing the other person next to me (which i confirm when they start smiling and shaking each other's hands -- and i'm left trying to inhale back the escaped huh!! and start humming a just-composed huh-huh song to cover my embarassment)Couple this with my short term memory (read 3 seconds-long memory), you have a walking, huh-huh humming zombie lumbering around the place.And it's worse when i'm on the phone.........Now i usually blame my phone for this - A motorolla with a sound quality which would be perfect if you specifically asked for "the worst sound quality possible.". Apart from the phone, the only other thing i can blame is my adolescent days, when as a young kid, i used to frequent the river with friends, jumping into the water with nothing more than our birthday suits on (those were the days). And i used to get water in my ears very often. Now, remnants of those prehistoric water particles lying dormant for all these years must be starting to play havoc with my biological audio system, disrupting the path of sounds travelling inside the perfectly sculpted contours, peaks and crevices of this mucus-lined cavern that is my ears.These are the only scientifically sound deductions that i can conclude from my observations, and my diagnosis is that i'm probably half-crazy. The only thing that consoles me right now is that i'm wearing my favourite blue underwear, which is torn on one side.

Tuesday, October 10, 2006

The birth of Phaedrus

Some fools don't understand
others can't comprehend
People just walk on by
they just don't know what life's about
what argument can i put to you
to reason with you that there is a reason for you being here too

what rationale should i put forth
to let you feel the need to think things through
Is it about life and beyond
or just life, and then none?
or is it not 'just', but 'is'.
Life -- the reason, cause and product of everything?

He seeks for answers
searches for the path to reason
Phaedrus, destiny's own child.
The journey begins......

All are lunatics, but he who can analyze his delusion is called a philosopher. ~Ambrose Bierce

To ridicule philosophy is really to philosophize.