"Cogito Ergo Sum"- A Philosophical Quest

  🌏 I Come from Two Indias—And Both Are Running Out of Breath I come… from which India? I come… from two Indias. Those are the Indias I drag with me everywhere, like two contradictory lungs—one trying to inhale hope, the other exhaling smoke. I come from an India where children wear masks and hold hands with each other… and I come from an India where leaders hug each other without masks , because apparently politics is immune to PM2.5. I come from an India where the AQI hits 9000—yes, 9000—yet we still climb to the terrace at night, look at the sky, and pretend the stars aren’t coughing with us. The Ecological Irony Parade I come from an India where we worship women in the morning and destroy forests by afternoon—because goddesses deserve flowers, but trees don’t deserve to live. I come from an India that proudly chants “Green Kumbh!” while preparing to cut 1,700 trees in Nashik , including ancient banyans and peepals—because nothing says spirituality like erasing the environm...

“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...