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Should life be lived voluntarily or involuntarily? Effort full or effortless. Are our worries of day-today life misplaced? Do we come into existence with a specific purpose? What is that purpose? This book is an attempt to solve these questions of life.

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Philosophie et théologie

Philosophy

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Publié par	First Edition Design Publishing
Date de parution	15 décembre 2014
Nombre de lectures	1
EAN13	9781622877621
Langue	English

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Whatever is, is… a philosophy of life
Rohitesh Gidwani

First Edition Design Publishing, Inc.

Whatever is, is…
a philosophy of life
Copyright ©2014 Rohitesh Gidwani

ISBN 978-1622-877-10-2 EBOOK

October 2014

Published and Distributed by
First Edition Design Publishing, Inc.
P.O. Box 20217, Sarasota, FL 34276-3217
www.firsteditiondesignpublishing.com

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. No part of this book publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means ─ electronic, mechanical, photo-copy, recording, or any other ─ except brief quotation in reviews, without the prior permission of the author or publisher.
This book is dedicated to my sister Charu, a pure soul, whose untimely and early death prompted me to convert my thoughts into writings and present them in a book format.
This book is also dedicated to my mother Pushpa and my wife Sanjana for their love and patience.
I also have to thank my sons Chirag and Chinmay. They have been great teachers because of their innocent, spontaneous and real responses to many questions.
rohitgidwani@yahoo.com
+9177009972051
Pune, Maharashtra, India.
Table of Contents
Preface
♣ Existence
♣ What is existentially correct for us humans?
♣ Mind is man’s nemesis
♣ Intellectual Intercourse
♣ Choice of Path is a prerogative of the Self
♣ Rainbow
♣ Ripen before you die
♣ Wisdom on the toilet seat
♣ Logic is a prostitute
♣ Whatever is, is
♣ Live to the will of existence and die in the arms of Existence
♣ Necessities
♣ The priests and the scientists have taken us for a ride
♣ krrrrrrrrrrr……..hooooooooo….. krrrrrrrrrrr……..hooooooooo - the purpose of my life
♣ The journey between death and the next life
♣ Contradictions between society and spirituality
♣ Material acquisitions are a consolation prize
♣ Striking Similarities between Sneeze and Sex
♣ An Unusual Difference between Sneeze and Sex
♣ Death is once in a lifetime opportunity
♣ Only death is worth living
♣ Society is a petri dish with an ongoing, often failed in vitro experiment
♣ Life is a countdown
♣ How society has smothered the purpose and potential of Death
♣ Reaching your centre through extreme Living
Preface

Since childhood I have always wondered about so many things in and around us which are involuntary, they are happening just like that.
We are born as five or six pound babies. The nourishment required for us when we are inside the womb is planned by existence through the umbilical cord. When we are born the nourishment comes from our mother’s milk. Then we grow and become sixty and seventy and hundred pounds. All our organs and body parts develop on their own. They take the shape as designed by existence. Breathing happens, digestion happens, elimination of unrequired stuff happens, so if all this is involuntary and is taken care of by nature and existence, then what is the purpose of our life?
Should we live our lives involuntarily? Surrender ourselves to existence? Is it possible that existence will provide now and always just like it has since conception? Is there a larger purpose in life? Should we just drop the purpose of life as painted by society? A career, a job, money, marriage, family and so on and so forth. Is it possible to jump into the arms of existence once again and search this purpose in life?
Existence

I clap to the beat of existence,
A gentle breeze and I dance with existence,
The touch of rain and I feel existence,
The scent of the earth and I smell existence,
Drenched in the rain I play with existence,
The warmth of the sun and I feel existence,
The stone stares at me and I watch existence,
The flower blossoms a wonder of existence,
In the snow I fall into existence,
I see the rainbow and I fall in love with existence,
I try to find myself when I talk to existence,
I wonder who talks to me when I talk to existence,
I sometimes wonder if it’s the two of us ‘me and existence’,
Or its just existence and existence.
What is existentially correct for us humans?

When a bird is small it needs to be fed by its mother. The mother bird feeds its young one each and every morsel of food. The bird grows, becomes big, its feathers become strong. When the mother feels the child is big enough and strong enough, it just picks up the child by its beak and throws it into the world.
What is the mother saying to her child? What does the mother want her child to do?
Spread, conquer, prosper….??? No, No, No…….they are birds, not humans.
Then what?
Fly, chirp, sing, fall, eat, explore, cruise, sit, shout, hop, jump, dance….
Enjoy the rains,
Enjoy the sun,
Enjoy the winds,
Sing your own tune,
Create your own melody,
Become a part of existence,
Let your music merge with existence,
Fly aimlessly all day,
And then at twilight,
Sleep.
And then if you get up the next day,
It is another day of aimless existence.
That is what a bird is made for and that is how they live and die, at least they live their life as naturally as they are supposed to.
What is the natural life of human beings?
Education, job, career, ambition, money, material, success, future, bank balance, property, insurance policies, mutual funds, cars, houses, designations, promotions, winning, legacy, status, ……….
Does it have a linear sequence?
Play, study, graduate, job, career, house, marriage, kids, bring up kids, ambition, promotions, retirement, old age, old age home, death.
Somewhere on the way handle successes, failures, politics, appraisals, ups, downs, orgasms, let downs, conflicts, contradictions, struggle……. so on
Come on, if aimless existence is what is existentially correct for birds, then what is existentially correct for us humans?
Mind is man’s nemesis

Man’s slumber is amazing. Man has a mind. Mind has the potential to observe and understand. An understanding supposedly should reach to learning. One cannot go on putting himself into every situation, experience its futility and then eliminate that path. The function of the mind is to observe, understand and learn from one’s own mistakes and other’s mistakes as well.
Alexander died a beggar. He came. He saw. He conquered. He died a beggar.
We know the consequence of material pursuit. But hordes pursue material. Mind chooses conveniently. In fact mind can even justify our actions. Mind says, “No two fingers are created alike, no two men are created alike.” What happened to Alexander will not happen to me. Man has the advantage of the mind to choose conveniently. Is mind an advantage? Or is mind man’s nemesis?
The great psychoanalyst Sigmund Freud committed suicide. Freud had deciphered the depths of the mind. What he did not realize was that the mind is a poisonous appendix. The depths of the mind are a cul-de-sac . A return from the depths of the mind is possible. This return is exactly in the opposite direction and the journey is arduous. We do not know if Freud felt at any point of time if his direction of life was wrong? The final act of committing suicide though shows that he was frustrated with life. A person on the path charted by existence experiences glimpses of bliss and when that happens he wants to live. Not commit suicide. The path of existence is one of attempting to reach a space of ‘no-mind’. Mind became Freud’s nemesis. Mind is man’s nemesis.
Kahlil Gibran died an alcoholic. Gibran’s friend and contemporary Mikhail Naimy was shocked to see a man of wisdom like Gibran succumbing to alcohol and subsequently dying of liver cirrhosis. He was just forty-three. Kahlil Gibran in his writings gave us opinions on every aspect of life. ‘The Prophet’ by Kahlil Gibran seems to be spoken by God through him. The fact that Gibran died an alcoholic would mean that what he wrote was out of his knowledge and not of his own self-experience. Knowledge comes from the mind and wisdom is a function of experience. In all probability Gibran did not walk the path though he knew the path. Knowledge can become wisdom only through experience. Kahlil Gibran’s knowledge became his nemesis. Mind is man’s nemesis without doubt.
There is a ‘club of 27’. It is a list of celebrities who committed suicide at age 27. What happened to these people? Being celebrities would mean these people were successful and prosperous. Two of the most important aspects of material pursuit are success and prosperity. Celebrity would also mean recognition and fan-following. What more does anyone want at the age of twenty-seven?
They came. They saw. They conquered. They committed suicide.
Wow.
And celebrities become our icons and inspirations in life. Wonderful. There are more depressed people today than at any other time. What else can anyone expect? Celebrities who have not committed suicide are probably continuing to live the misery that the ‘club of 27’ did not have the patience to. And these celebrities are the inspirations to the others. So logically all of us have to be depressed.
What about philosophers?
Cicero writes, and this sentiment was axiomatic for most ancient philosophy and echoes down the ages, “To philosophize is to learn how to die.” And this is how they died.
The great philosopher Diogenes committed suicide. He died by holding his breath. So did the great radical Zeno of Citium.
There is a long list of philosophers who have committed suicide.
Aristotle is reported to have killed himself with aconite. Empedocles plunged into Mount Etna in the hope of becoming a god. Lucretius is alleged to have killed himself after being driven mad by taking a love potion. Avicenna died of an opium overdose after engaging much too vigorously in sexual activity. Kant's last word was “Sufficit,” “it is enough;”. Simone Weil starved herself to death.
Wow. Philosophers learn how to die, and then they commit suicide.
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