Nearly after
a gap of 8 years, i "accidentally" met a friend of mine. It was
really amazing for me, as it came out of complete surprise. We started talking
about in numerous old things. I was really astounded that how fast we travelled
those 8 years gap :) ! We discussed myriad range of topics varying from studies
to sports to chicks to philosophy.
Here , exactly here, at
"Philosophy", our discussion halted!! Because we
both didn't had any answers to what we asked each other! He asked fundamental questions
of human existence. What makes us happy? What makes us good? What is virtue?
What is love? What is fear? How should we best live our lives?
Later that
day i started ruminating over the discussions we had and was enjoying among
myself:), until the topic of philosophy came into my mind about which we
discussed too. This made me rediscover the man behind it. I, particularly, for
no specific reason got attracted to his life instantly. This man tried to
discover the meaning of life. His search was so radical, charismatic and
counter intuitive that he become famous throughout the Mediterranean. Men —
particularly "young" men — flocked to hear him speak. Some were
inspired to the extent that people started to imitate his ascetic habits. As it
is rightly said, “He brought philosophy down from the skies.” However with the
passage of time, things started to turn ugly, it seems the economy crashed;
year in, year out, men came home dead; the population starved. And suddenly the
philosopher's bright ideas, his eternal questions, his eccentric ways, started
to jar. And so, one fine day, the philosopher was docked on two charges:
disrespecting the city's traditional gods and corrupting the young. The accused
was found guilty. His punishment: state-sponsored suicide.
The man was
none other than Socrates, the great! He is the philosopher from ancient Athens
and arguably the true father of western thought. his humble origins. The son of
a stonemason, Socrates was famously odd, disturbingly ugly. Socrates had a
pot-belly, a weird walk, swiveling eyes and hairy hands.
Well,
putting aside his unshakable position in the world of philosophy, why should we
care about this curious, clever, condemned Greek?
Quite simply
because Socrates's problems were our own.His hometown — successful, cash-rich —
was in danger of being swamped by its own vigorous quest for beautiful objects,
new experiences, foreign coins.There are in numerous points about Socrates,
which made me to attract towards his writings, one such piece of writing i
would like to bring in here. We see so many sculptures of great people, who
once upon a time ruled our country. We built so many monuments on their stature, so that the world
can remember them But Socrates questioned such blind obedience to such things.
“What is the point,” he asked, “of walls and warships and glittering statues if
the men who build them are not happy?” What is the reason for living life,
other than to love it? For Socrates, the pursuit of knowledge was as essential
as the air we breathe
“One day
Socrates met a young man on the streets of Athens. ‘Where can bread be found?'
asked the philosopher. The young man responded politely. ‘And where can wine be
found?' asked Socrates. With the same pleasant manner, the young man told
Socrates where to get wine. ‘And where can the good and the noble be found?'
then asked Socrates. The young man was puzzled and unable to answer. ‘Follow me
to the streets and learn,' said the philosopher.” Whereas immediate, personal
contact helped foster a kind of honesty, Socrates argued that strings of words
could be manipulated, particularly when disseminated to a mass market. “You
might think words spoke as if they had intelligence, but if you question them
they always say only one thing . . . every word . . . when ill-treated or
unjustly reviled always needs its father to protect it,” he said.
Socrates
was, I think, a scapegoat for Athens's disappointment. When the city was
feeling strong, the quirky philosopher could be tolerated. But, overrun by its
enemies, starving, and with the ideology of democracy itself in question, the
Athenians took a more fundamentalist view. A confident society can ask
questions of itself; when it is fragile, it fears them. Socrates' famous
aphorism “the unexamined life is not worth living” was, by the time of his
trial, clearly beginning to jar.
After his
death, Socrates' ideas had a prodigious impact on both western and eastern
civilisation. His influence in Islamic culture is often overlooked — in the
Middle East and North Africa, from the 11th century onwards, his ideas were
said to refresh and nourish, “like . . . the purest water in the midday heat”.
Socrates was nominated one of the Seven Pillars of Wisdom, his nickname “The
Source”. So it seems a shame that, for many, Socrates has become a remote,
lofty kind of a figure.
When
Socrates finally stood up to face his charges in front of his fellow citizens
in a religious court in the Athenian, he articulated one of the great pities of
human society. “It is not my crimes that will convict me,” he said. “But
instead, rumour, gossip;
For rumour
is an evil thing; by nature she's a light weight to lift up, yes, but heavy to
carry and hard to put down again. Rumour never disappears entirely once people
have indulged her.” Rather than follow the example of his accusers, we should
perhaps honour Socrates' exhortation to “know ourselves”, to be individually
honest, to do what we, not the next man, knows to be right. Not to hide behind
the hatred of a herd, the roar of the crowd, but to aim, hard as it might be,
towards the “good” life
Hail
Socrates!!

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