Sometime back I couldn’t even spell philosophy correctly. And now, I not only read it but tell you why I read it. How I change! Well, read on.
As a child I grew up in a small town in the south of India. That meant I had very little access or exposure to the finer things in life – especially the earth-shattering ideas that transformed human lives during humanity’s short history. If you were lucky like me, you had parents, relatives or someone who exposed you to books, thoughts and people who created sparks in your young impressionable mind. Even then there are large areas of knowledge and history that are obscure and inaccessible. Without long and persistent effort, it is almost impossible to read all the important events in history and glean the essence out of them.
That short personal waffle was to prepare you so I can tell you that I sort of made efforts but was constrained. Perhaps that true. Perhaps not. Nevertheless, the fact is that I grew up without knowing much about the world. That omission unfortunatelly still remains to be rectified.
Having realized what a fool I happen to be, it has become a recent exercise for me to dip into some philosophy now and then. Philosophy, in a way, is like a really concise summary of the most important ideas of the world. It is my unlearned opinion that by reading philosophy I can atleast vaguely grasp the essence of the history of the world. Tall order. Pretty much like an ant climbing a sequoia.