Tread Softly!

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams

William Butler Yeats

Fighter!

I am a fighter,have always been one.
Theres one problem this time,i have to learn to fight against myself.In other words, i have to learn to 'think against myself'. Now, few will ask me that how is it a problem? My answer is quite simple.When you fight against yourself, it doesn't really matter who wins or loses.However,none the less one remains a fighter.

Evolution!

The other day i was watching a video of Richard Dawkins where he tells the audience how silly people can really be.He gives the account of a preacher who refused to accept the theory of evolution.When Dawkins asked him why he doesn't believe in it the preach replied ,He will only believe in evolution the day he will see an Ape giving birth to a man.

Haha!,what a nincompoop.

I thought to myself that had i been Dawkins,i would certainly have told the preacher that when that will happen we wont call it evolution but a revolution. :P

Starving one's Mind!

People who lean on logic and philosophy and rational exposition end by starving the best part of the mind.

William Butler Yeats

Problem with Picture Theory of Language !

Ludwig Wittgenstein used to believe in 'Picture Theory' of language before turning to 'Tool Theory'.According to picture theory,language gives us a picture of the world.For instance ,the word chair is picture of a chair. But the problem with such a theory is that it cannot give us a picture of how language pictures it.Just like we can see something,but we cannot see ourselves ,while seeing something.

Dream!

'I have a dream a fantasy,to help me through reality'.




Westlife - I have a dream

Difference!

N: Why are you unhappy?

Me:I am not unhappy but just a stranger in my own city.In the words of Sartre,i feel like standing between two cities.One knows nothing of me ,the other knows me no longer.
Did u get what i mean?

N:Yea,in urdu we say 'Dubi ka kuta na ghar ka na ghat ka'!

Me:Goodness me ,thats a crude way of putting it but theres no difference i believe.

Madness!

"I have found both freedom and safety in my madness; the freedom of loneliness and the safety from being understood, for those who understand us enslave something in us"

Khalil Gibran (The Madman)