"Cogito Ergo Sum"- A Philosophical Quest

A Question the Year Keeps Asking Me Just tell me—this year, when you go, will you come back the same? Will you return like the same breeze, the one that feels like home even before it touches the skin? Because my heart is no longer with me. It is not even pretending to be independent. My heart has quietly moved into you . It waits. Patiently. Almost stubbornly. This year alone. My heart behaves strangely now. It does not speak to anyone. It does not negotiate. It does not explain itself. It remains silent, loyal, and fixed—only in youuu. Can anyone even speak to a heart like this? This year. Writing as I Miss Her As I write this blog, I miss my grandmother deeply as I am so far from her. Her absence is loud. Her teachings have become a mirror I can no longer avoid. Every decision, every failure, every hesitation now asks me one brutal question: Have you become what she hoped you would be? This year has truly been a year of memories—both gentle and painful, comforting and cruel. Many le...

Philosophy Walks into My Life  Philosophy did not enter my life like a gentle teacher. It entered like an intrusive relative who comes without notice, questions everything, eats your peace of mind, and then refuses to leave. I did not choose philosophy. Philosophy happened to me—slowly, stubbornly, and with an irritating sense of moral urgency. So when philosophy walks into a bar, it is not alone. It carries human anxiety, historical wounds, political anger, childhood questions, classroom confusions, prayerful silences, and the unbearable weight of asking why in a world that prefers obedience over understanding. The bartender asks, “Why the long face?” Philosophy replies, “Because reality contradicts itself, knowledge keeps changing its story, the mind does not know where it ends, light cannot decide what it is, and liberation is still waiting in a queue.” The bartender nods. He has heard this before. We all have. This blog is not an attempt to solve philosophy. That would be ...

  Knowledge: The Most Confused Faction in Human History Knowledge. Everyone treats it like a deity, but nobody knows what it actually is. It’s the central character in every discipline , yet the most questionable entity— because everyone is busy questioning it . In my last blog, I ended with the statement that everyone has knowledge . Every culture has knowledge. Even today has knowledge—fancy theorists call it situated knowledge . Very poetic, very elegant, very useless—because if knowledge is supposed to bring equality, and it clearly does not , then sorry, this must not be knowledge at all. Plato, Buddha, and the Sleeping Buddhas Plato would say education must be equal for all. Cute. Meanwhile, every one of us is a sleeping Buddha , trying to wake up but being taught and influenced by—wait for it— the ignorant . So how exactly are we expected to wake up? Every knowledge is incomplete or partial, so the job is to bring it into equilibrium—which sounds beautiful until you realise ...