"Cogito Ergo Sum"- A Philosophical Quest

“Sometimes to be an empty slate is also knowledge” — Ronnie B A Philosophical Rant from the Edge of Sanity, Abstractism, and Ginger Tea Addiction (A Blog by… well, obviously me.) A new venture I started — which even I don’t understand — and trust me, if I don’t understand it, you also won’t understand what I write. But still, make an effort. Philosophy demands suffering, and I am kindly offering you mine. My life has taken a dramatic turn toward abstractism . Maybe God Himself looked at me and said, “This boy cannot survive in the real world. Give him the abstract one.” And honestly, there is no higher world than the abstract. It kills me, resurrects me, and brings me to salvation — all before breakfast. They say “philosophy of knowledge,” but the knowledge itself is so confusing. Is it even knowledge? Epistemology — the study of knowledge — is already terrifying by name. Who in their right mind wants to study something called epistemology ? And then people go hunting for the Greek ...

The Jesuit Rollercoaster: A Journey Through Cities, Souls, and Sleeplessness What a journey it was — one where I was literally gasping for breath and nearly closed my eyes hoping to see heaven… and maybe a bed. But no, God had other plans — and apparently, so did the Jesuits. There’s this old joke in the Society of Jesus (SJ) that goes like this: “There are three things the Holy Spirit doesn’t know — First, how many sisters’ congregations there are; Second, how much money the Salesians have; and Third, what the Jesuits will do next.” Well, that third one I personally experienced — because every day, I woke up in a new city . I didn’t even have the time to breathe, let alone let my soul catch up with my body. Ontology, cosmology — all the grand systems of thought — were just spinning . My mind was rotating from Idealism to Realism, to Materialism to Nominalism , faster than the bullet train I wished we were traveling on. Honestly, I was tired — philosophically, physically, and...

“Light up the world,” they say — but honestly, I can’t even light a matchstick properly without burning my fingers. Yet, every Diwali, I find myself surrounded by lamps, candles, fairy lights, and that one neighbor who thinks he’s NASA’s chief of fireworks. It’s loud, bright, chaotic — and somehow, deeply meaningful. We all pretend Diwali is about sweets, new clothes, and showing off how good our house looks on Instagram. But somewhere in all that noise and sparkle, there’s a quiet philosophy flickering in the diya — something ancient, spiritual, and maybe even sarcastically human. The Inner Explosion Behind the Crackers Every cracker that bursts in the sky, every explosion of light, every loud boom — it’s not just about celebration. It’s a symbolic rebellion against the darkness within us. The crackers we burst outside are the metaphors for the chaos we wish we could burst inside — the anger, the confusion, the fear, the unspoken words, and that constant inner critic that sounds li...

  Borders, Bodies, and Belongings: Rethinking Identity, Justice, and the Art of Staying Human (My Reluctant Notes from a Conference that Actually Made Sense) Honestly, I didn’t even want to attend this conference. The title — “Borders, Bodies, and Belongings: Rethinking Identity and Justice Today” — sounded way too intellectual for a tired, over-caffeinated, emotionally confused student like me. My life was already floating somewhere between existential dread and exam trauma, so adding “borders” and “bodies” to that chaos didn’t feel appealing. But somehow, I went. (Mostly because missing it would mean guilt and judgmental looks from professors.) And what happened? Well — it turned out to be one of those rare events where the speakers actually made sense. The Conference Begins: Human Rights and the Art of Staying Awake The keynote speaker, Mr. Henry Tiphagne (People's Watch) , began by paying homage to Fr. Stan Swamy, SJ , the man who stood with the powerless even when the powerfu...

“To Be Is to Be Perceived” – Berkeley and the Exams of Life You all might be wondering why I haven’t written for so many days. Well, let me confess — I was going through the worst part of a student’s life. Yes, you guessed it: exams . I study well, but writing all of it again on paper? That’s the real headache. I believe everyone reading this will agree — exams are that special kind of torture where you know everything yet feel like knowing nothing. All this while, even though I was under pressure to do well, I felt meaningless and empty . I felt totally useless. Maybe the knowledge I had stopped making sense, and I was simply going through the motions. And trust me, that feeling is worse than debating the existence of God between the rationalists and empiricists. We’re all searching for deep answers — just like they were. Maybe even they suffered because life pushed them to. They wanted answers to feel content. And today, I’m no different. I too am asking questions, craving that ...

  The Pointless struggle! There are days when life just gets denser and denser—like an endless philosophical soup—and I don’t know what I’m doing. Totally aimless, totally meaningless. Modern philosophy keeps circling around the same question: what is the point of being human? Descartes, Spinoza, Leibniz—all of them trying their best to turn God into something finite and infinite at the same time, handing out attributes to nature like confetti at a wedding. And here I am today: empty, non-existent, trying to find purpose in this philosophical circus. Every day, we all try to survive, to give meaning to our existence, to choose between good and evil like contestants on a cosmic reality show. We have the freedom to choose, but then we also question the freedom of God. In this quest for philosophy, I often feel trapped and caged, asking myself: Was I meant for this? What is my purpose? The more I wrestle with philosophers about existence, essence, modes of thought, and the extension ...