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Thursday, October 30, 2008

Plato - The Republic

In the movie ‘My big fat Greek wedding’, Gus Portokalos rightly says, “When my people were writing philosophy,your people were still swinging from trees”. Penned down around approximately 350 B.C, the thought process exuding from this book is astonishing. Before I read this book I might have thought that ideas regarding justice, morality, society, education, role of women and all these perks of the modern civilization were brought forward and spread only by the Religions. Apparently not!
In the beginning of the book, Glaucon puts forward the main argument which later was known as the Social Contract theory,“We are only moral because it pays us or we have to be, and that given the chance we should all behave extremely badly” .

From there the reader begins a journey comprising of emphatic dialogues. How Socrates never gives his views and how through dialectic goes on to chart out a plan for a perfect society is simply amusing to read. No lectures, only conversation. One might say that the whole thing borders close to idealism but the single fact that in the book they professed that this kind of society might not exist in this world, in my view, acquits them from being idealists.

After all what could be the harm in following an ideal state? We may never reach it but at least we would be satisfied that we strived for the best. We may never make it to the top but even if we managed to go half the way, it would be worth it. When you reach for the stars you may never reach them but you don’t return with a handful of mud either.

There was a passage about how people are born with gold, silver or bronze inside. At first it smelled of inequality but the very next statement laid my apprehension to rest. It tells that if a bronze child is born to gold parents, he or she should be placed with all the other bronze people in the society, performing the same functions as they do. In short the son of a landlord isn’t destined to become the member of the national assembly. Will Durant puts it more precisely in his book, Story of Philosophy,

“If a woman shows herself capable of political administration let her rule, if a man shows himself to be capable only off washing dishes, let him fulfill the function to which providence has assigned him.”

Of course hints of selective breeding and infanticide are something which might never materialize in this world. Yes, we might go as far as genetically enhancing humans but I guess that is the furthest we’ll go. It is just a guess though.

Education for all is certainly a good enough idea and especially an education which is aimed not to put into mind, knowledge that was not there before but to turn the mind’s eye to the light so that it can see for itself. This could be the best possible filtration system a society could employ. The sieve should be merit, not wealth.

“There is something low and mean about plundering a corpse, a kind of feminine mindedness, treating the body as an enemy when fighting spirit which fought in it has flown away”. It wasn’t till the 19th century that we thought of Geneva Conventions. Being on the top of the world and still thinking that Greeks should treat the corpses of Barbarians just like they would treat a corpse of a Greek is something remarkable. It shows that morality can’t be just the fear of police then.

Then there is the very interesting criticism of democracy while Plato goes on to describe an Ideal State. Is democracy the universal remedy? Perhaps! It is the most attractive and versatile but isn’t it just a trendy name given to mob rule, a clash of classes, conflict of rich and poor, leading to a tyrant’s rise as the popular champion.

There is certainly much more to this masterpiece than just what you have read up here. A fulfilling and enriching experience from start to finish.

Friday, October 24, 2008

Giving Up

A cancerous growth
impinging upon soul
Gnawing and piercing
fraying the essence
a halfhearted fight
a web of vicious tentacles
Engulfing and pulling
towards the eternal abode

31st October, 2008. Published in US Magazine, The News

The Show Never Stops

There are a few facts of life which just don’t get absorbed in our minds. They always find their way out from the attic in head and come as a shock on every encounter. We are too afraid to accept them. Like the fact that fleeting time is bound to take people away from us. Brevity of human life is something with which we might never get accustomed. People closest to our hearts would desert us eventually.
While filling out a bank form I struggled to place a mark in the box right next to the option ‘Either or Survivor’. I don’t blame the form. It was written with profitability in perspective, not sentiments but the sheer brazenness of it shakes you up. Thrown right into your face. Something to bring you face to face with the very grim side of life. The very moment when you have to let go of the armor of denial, bowing down to the impeding truth.
You can never prepare for something like this, even though it as sure as the passing of days. When the time comes, it will hurt all the same. Left behind would only be a long tail of etched memories, keeping the wounds fresh and life hollow. But I have seen time working miracles. The world can be a very absorbing place if one is ready to yield to its temptations. Without our noticing those etched memories start eroding. Sands of time bury them somewhere deep down. Faces get blurred and voices muted. New memories are painted over the old ones. Life goes on. The show never stops.

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Solitude Sans Sin

One of the very few messages I found worth saving or forwarding.
"Momin wo nahe jis ki mehfil paak hai, momin wo hai jis ki tanhaee paak hai" (Believer is not the one whose gatherings are sans sin, believer is the one whose solitude is sans sin)
It does boil down to this. Doesn't it? When we are sure that nobody is watching, the reality resurfaces. Clad in punishment proof jacket we venture out. A surreptitious puff, a secret glance. A real supply of moral fiber is needed to counter these clandestine activities. A good act in solitude or without any kind of intentional hoopla is equally difficult to carry out. There is an innate desire to be recognized and praised which is hard to let go.

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

A case of two brains

You can either sulk or smile when something like this happens. No need for sulking as it would only take your attention away from something worthwhile. Smile and forget it or as in my case post it on your blog and then forget it.

Half way through the psychology class I was wondering as to why humanists rejected the Freudian idea and was planning to put the question to the teacher. But it is hard to think with a pestering nuisance right next to you; someone constantly cracking knuckles and scratching god knows where (You cannot always choose who is going to sit next to you). I was sure that this person was thinking about something absolutely absurd and worthless. Suddenly he comes out of this trance and proclaims earnestly,
Oyai tujhai pata hai bandron kai do damagh hotai hain?”
(Hey! Do you know that the monkeys have two brains?).

Thursday, October 9, 2008

Final 20-20 Cricket Cup : A match to forget

I thank my luck for not being able to go to the final of 20-20 cricket cup at the Gaddafi stadium, Lahore held on 8th October, 2008. I sure missed the excellent display of fireworks and company of my chums but watching the dance performance of the rising star of the country, Zara, perform on the eve of the day on which only three years back a devastating earthquake hit Pakistan was sickening. One doesn’t has to drag religion or even culture into this but even common sense claims that the dance performance was crass, lewd and obscene.
Mush brought the gift of enlightened moderation and we witnessed its outcome. A species once barricaded behind closed doors was unleashed. Pseudo-Westernization and senseless following of culture unknown to 99% of local population was slapped on their faces. A new genre of extremism was out, mocking the life styles of millions of Pakistanis. With media blatantly supporting this fad, we made sure that a person hailing from middle-class starts questioning his parents’ morals and feel inferior for not having his/her fair share of BFs/GFs.
If Indians who have a comparatively not-so-conservative society could ban the skimpy clothed cheerleaders as they hurt the public sentiment, why do we have to stoop to such levels to gain foreign acceptance? If the bhangra king, Abrar-ul-Haq thinks that this nation can unite under this facade of moderation and with utter disregard for others’ values, he is grossly mistaken.

At first I thought of uploading the video but on the second thought, don't feel like it!

Monday, October 6, 2008

The Quake

I wrote these lines a year after the horrible earthquake hit Pakistan. It was 8th October, 2005 at 08:50:38. Around 80,00 people lost their lives. It was hell on earth. There would never be words which could ever encompass the calamity we witnessed.
Symbolizing the end of times
it came hitting with full force
heralded by the moving chimes
turned worse and coarse
eyes wandering and searching
cities razed to the ground
hands groping and clutching
death toll began to mount
people getting buried alive
nature showed its wrath
leaving it hopeless to survive,
the catastrophic aftermath
less than a year has passed
engrossed in life, shock forgotten
at times it makes me fear
are our souls that rotten?