Dawn At Your Doorstep 2

The other day I stumbled upon a YouTube video in which a young man was tying the shoelace of an old customer because he could not bend to help himself. This happened in a mall where the young man worked and discovered that the old man could not bend to fix his shoes. So he stopped near him, sat on his heels, tied his shoelaces, stood up with a big smile and helped him push his cart some distance. This video created a sensation among the viewers. They thought it an unusual, though a welcome gesture.

This created mixed response in me, both hope and despair. I despaired that such a natural human gesture should evoke surprise in any person. Extending a helping hand to someone who needs it should be a perfectly obvious and natural reaction. To consider it as unusual suggests how far we have strayed from the very basic qualities of being human. But all is not lost. Though people were surprised, no one thought it unwelcome, in fact all of them liked it. This shows that man is still capable of appreciating what is noble, and beautiful.

I got another proof of this inherent goodness embedded in the heart of man. In another YouTube video shot in the Stirling station, Perth, Australia a couple of weeks ago, I noticed a very heart-warming scene. A commuter slipped and fell while climbing into the train. One of his legs got trapped between the platform and the train, and it could not be extracted. Then most of the commuters got down from the train, pushed and tilted the compartment until the person imprisoned between the train and the platform was released.

Can you doubt the essential goodness of the human heart?

I was witness to another incident, both ugly and beautiful. I was travelling in a train which stopped for a brief few minutes at Secunderabad railway station. People scrambled to get down and get up. There was a great push near the door, and an old man fell down on the platform while alighting. He was trying to get up on his wobbling legs not to be crushed in the crowd. But he was falling down again and again. I was watching all this from a neighbouring window. No one even noticed him lying there. They were either climbing over him, or avoiding him. Suddenly my heart jumped in delight! A couple of teen age boys, one of them a tea carrier, and the other a shoe-polisher, stopped there, picked up the fallen man, made way in the crowd for him, took him to a nearby bench, put him there. The old man was panting and blessing them for saving him from being crushed to death. The tea-vender offered him a cup of tea, and left. The shoe-polish boy was sitting with him when our train started moving.

 I was very sad and happy at the same time. Why is it that people who are educated, who enjoy the gifts of life, are so much less human than a tea vender and a shoe-polisher in their teens? Why does our billion-dollar education system fail to teach us natural piety, and spontaneous humanity? Yet all is not lost if we see even in a tea vender and a shoe-polisher the light of a new dawn.

Is it an overstatement to say that Love all and serve all is the new mantra of salvation? It is the most human aspect of a human being, which is also divine. Is it an understatement to insist First be human before striving towards Divinity? Didn’t we witness the highest human qualities of love, compassion, and empathy and the divine qualities of omnipresence and omnipotence inhering in Swami? They were not like the skin and the shirt, but like a honeyed drink, both enriching each other. He wore them as a child wears his smile, so effortlessly, so unconsciously. He always  insisted that we look within, and manifest the human excellences embedded in our hearts and minds. Swami always pointed out that wisdom is not imported from outside; it is an awakening from inside. It is to awaken that which is waiting within us all the time to manifest itself. Kindness, love, unselfishness, empathy were never dead. Fear, hate, selfishness, greed have covered them. Just as single acts of cruelty and baseness hurts the human psyche, single acts of kindness and empathy lifts the human psyche. Swami wanted us to multiply acts that connect us to our neighbours and environment. Isn’t it re establishing Dharma, or right living? 

The tea seller and the shoe polisher at the Secunderabad station, the sales boy in the mall and the people at the Stirling station, and millions elsewhere performing little acts of spontaneous goodness demonstrate how we can upgrade our consciousness in our natural journey to Divinity. 

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MY ENCOUNTER WITH A MODERN BEAUTY

One day I stumbled upon a new Apple computer in our school computer lab. I was struck by its look; frame and screen jet black, lost in primordial darkness out of which came light and life. God stood on the brink of darkness, and said, “Let there be light”, and light was born, says the Bible. The 22 inch monitor was sharply outlined against the snow while wall behind it, but the infinite darkness, however, did not lose its glory in the surrounding light. It was sitting majestically on the crowded table dwarfing all other systems around it. The poise, the detached unconcern, the shine of its skin as if merged in its soul, reminded me almost of the ultimate truth, that the outer and the inner are a single utility.

She was sitting there, ‘like a spider amidst its self-created net’, as the Upanishad says, and inviting the passerby to get caught in its silken wonder. It swallowed me up, and I became its devotee. Truly, I realized, devotion is all about being swallowed up. You retain a semblance of your personality, as much necessary as to feel how slowly you are disintegrating into your God. It was a piece of poem which was singing the greatness in its creator, Man. It had utility and beauty; mathematics, aesthetics, architecture, and ecstasy blended into a form, the dream of computer users. The keyboard stunned me, as if I encountered a prodigy, a child of complex intelligence, just a shade bigger than my palm, worthy of being held up in both, appreciation and reverence fused into its immaculate contours.

I stood at a distance, forgot (or feared?) to take a chair. Someone came and switched it on. Ah! She lighted up in all her glory, like a maharani suddenly unveiled, her dominance complete and unassailable. The fastness and promptness of her response to the tap of keys, the uncluttered opening and closing of programmes, the sharpness of the functions it performed took me to a world where harmony of thought, word and deed is the password.

Ah! Harmony! In a world ‘out of joint’ as Shakespeare called it. In a world ruled by ‘passionate intensity’ of ‘the worst’, where ‘the best lack of conviction’  (W.B.Yeats), here is a sage sitting on the table in front of me, wearing with great ease beauty in form, clarity in purpose, cosmic in vision, and harnessed power in its operation; all this an intelligent aligning of lines and numbers, of shape and colour, of matter and philosophy. “What a piece of work is man, how infinite in faculties”, wondered Shakespeare. “The greatest wealth of man is his creativity”, said the Dalai lama, and what a tantalizing thing is this creativity! While I stood there admiring the harmony of form and faculties of the little queen, somewhere out there she is being used to precisely destroy humanity and its creative genius, the civilisaton! ‘And yet, the quintessence of dust’, to remember Shakespeare again. Is contradiction an essential component of ‘all things great and grand’ ?

All things man has achieved have glittered and passed, appeared again with a new glitter and faded away. But man is going on, unfazed by the rise and fall of the great and the small, in his insatiable thirst for the infinite. He has not halted in his search for the ultimate achievement, though sometimes questioning it, pushing it away, yet never abandoning the search. From ‘the quintessence of dust’ he has risen to ‘in apprehension, like a god’, fallen back again, not satisfied even in a god. Even when ‘things fall apart, the centre cannot hold’ as W.B.Yeats lamented, like a phoenix he is born again and again to integrate himself and the race into the search for transcendence in transience. 

Is this little queen the new saviour? If anything can save man, lead him further in his journey towards the ultimate achievement, it is his knowledge harnessed to truth and beauty. It is not new to him either, he has done this several times in history, and will do it again. Man is moving from the individual identity to his own universal identity, and this is a perilous journey, fraught with unforeseen challenges, most of them coming from within himself. There is a constant struggle in his consciousness, like a baby eagle which emerges from his egg shell to come face to face with the limitless sky, finds suddenly it needs to grow and fly. We are discovering the inevitability of being the mankind within the small frame of our body and mind, and the exploding awareness of expanding consciousness we find difficult to manage.

This overwhelming feeling of being defeated by the borderless dreams man has cherished over time immemorial, bursts into a creativity unknown till now. In science, in power both military and political, in writings reviewing the human predicament, in search for comfort and unbridled pleasure, and in the total quotient of unhappiness, our times are bursting at seams to expand beyond all limitations. There is so much knowledge available to us, but sadly  we have failed to harness it into what we are looking for – a unified field of truth, joy, and balance. It is no more ignorance which is a threat to human existence, but unharnessed knowledge. But after my encounter with the Queen, the Apple computer, I was convinced, on a metaphorical level, that we can save ourselves, we can recreate ourselves. When the inherent limitless Self is impatient to break through imposed limitations, the time for turning of an age arrives. It can be a new big bang, a new melt-down into another mass of cosmic waste, or, if man can use his staggering knowledge acquired over centuries of painstaking search for the meaning of life, a new AUM to vibrate us into a world of truth, beauty and balance.

Can science be the Second Coming for a confused humanity?

The Dawn At Your Doorstep - 1

Once I was teaching a senior class a poem of Stephen Spender about the inadequacy of current educational programmes for slum children.

It suddenly appeared to me that the poet was not advocating a new educational programme or policy or a new syllabus for them. What he is trying to show is the divorce between the classroom and the reality outside the classroom. What the slum children learn in the classroom has no relevance with their life, and therefore has no utility. Then why do we build up such billion dollar systems which has no practical utility?

Swami therefore says ‘Education is for life, not for a living’. The current purpose of schools and universities is to teach some skills to the students that they can earn a livelihood. These skills do not equip a boy or girl to tackle the many questions and problems they face in life. Living a life is more important than acquiring the means to exist. All our creative years are spent in learning how to support the body while the mind and soul are kept starving. Education does not help us to relate to the purpose and problems of life, such as anger, hate, greed, violence, dogma, loneliness, relationships etc. We learn no skills to face them when they are upon us.

There is no syllabus to teach us how to tackle the mind. Even the most skilled person does not know how to face upsets in life calmly and positively. Boys and girls are not taught the value of life; not taught to think and contemplate, to see beyond what they see, hear beyond what they hear, to be more than what they think they are. Aren’t these skills more important than leaning to multiply the means of living? Isn’t it equally, if not more, important to feel joy when you see a flower, to feel revolted when a neighbour’s son or daughter is kidnapped, feel outraged when in the name of religion people indulge in exterminating whole communities, and feel elevated face to face with someone donating a kidney to save a friend? Does our education teach us how to relate to the world without and within us? Why does the gospel of living that our billion-dollar education machines churn out so assiduously have no answer to the fear, the insecurity, the anger that our society experiences more and more every day? Isn’t it because our education programmes simply has no programmes to tackle them?

Swami asks us to pick our highlighting pen and underscore LIFE, not LIVING. He does not stop there. He gives us the end goal too; The end of education is Character. Character is maturity to distinguish between now and ever, between the individual and the universal, between myself and my neighbour. In fact, it is to understand that there is hardly any difference. Life in all its manifestation is one. Does education as we envisage today teach us this unity? Does it teach us the humility of knowledge? TS Eliot questioned the whole edifice of education when he asked, “Where is the knowledge lost in information?” And is it surprising that Swami repeated endlessly true education in transformation, not information?

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A NEW ROBE

Give me a new robe
That I may walk out of this wrapper
Long worn out, stained,
And be worthy of your presence.
But, your eyes, you think
My skin might have earned
A few patches, flesh some ulcers,
Which would defile my new robe ?
You would rather wait
Until I buy some balms from your stores,
Paint the corrupting discolour,
Heal myself,
And then join the queue?
Ah! That of course is quite constitutional,
For you always say you are rule-bound.
I have no complaints.
But you can give me one of
Your old robes, you have used and put away,
For such purposes, your volunteers have
No access. Even if you do so,
It is not the first time you would,
And you shall be doing it to me
For the last time.

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Take A Ride With Him

“What have you learnt in all you life with God?” someone asked me.
“Please do not use the present perfect tense, use present progressive”, I replied.

He looked askance.

Learning is not a rounded up thing, a finished product. It isn’t a cricket ball, tight and solid, held together by the seams. When the seams weaken, the ball is good for nothing. Learning isn’t like that. It is a brook, it starts over the hills, fed by the clouds; runs into planes at various speeds, overcomes breaking bends, yawning chasms, wanton moods, fills itself again and again in intermittent showers, never loses its song until it jumps into the sea. Learning is a ceaseless experiment, an endless experience, a daunting adventure, and a powerful song. Learning continues for ever.

We learnt ‘Twinkle twinkle little star’ in class one. During the early seventies Prof Kasturi wrote a poem and read it out in Bhagwan’s presence for a kavi sammelan during dasara, and it started ‘twinkle twinkle little star’. The twinkling stars had so much twinkle in them that they pursued him seven decades until he composed that ecstatic song for Bhagwan. People like him always keep learning new lessons from old pages, for as their awareness continues to grow, vision continues to expand, the horizon of learning keeps on expanding. The Varnabodha we studied in our pre-primary classes contained a couplet which said, all that we see, hear, do and think, is known to God. Now at sixty plus, I see it validated every day, it still writes lessons for me everyday. Can we ever say ‘have learnt’? I dare not. I whisper to myself ‘am learning every day’.

One of the greatest things that engages our attention when we meet Swami is His gentleness to a fault. He never hurts anyone, never gives up anyone, never insults anyone. That is ahimsa in practice. We know that He knows us inside out, and our insides hardly ever make us proud. Yet He walks up to one, and asks, ‘When did you come, bangaru?’ Then His fingers churn the space, produce a ring, slip it into a particular finger of the receiver, and with a contented smile He moves on. The person who receives the gift is left behind in a daze of joy. Swami has just turned his life upside down! Someone kneels up to tell him the saddest story of his life, the death of a loved one. He stands there, listens to him quietly, pats him gently, and without a word moves on. And what a relief He leaves behind ! He creates a new man not with a bang, but with a gentle smile, a little ‘ash’, and a soft pat. At that moment the person begins learning lessons in gentleness, and I assure you from personal experience, that is going to be the most arduous journey. We slip into our old ways, remember Him, come out of it with a jerk, slip back again after a while, and the journey continues. I can never say, ‘I have learnt gentleness from Him’, for I am still learning.

Another thing that hits us hard is His absolute unselfish love. Millions have come to Him across the globe, and they have been immediately sold out to His love. No one can love so many for so long with such undiminished depth. He had nothing to gain from them, but they had everything to gain from Him. There was no expectation in that love, no motive, not even a desire of publicity in it. In fact when someone, in his first visit to Swami, asked permission to write His life, He told him, ‘What do you know about me that you want to write? …First make your love steady…’ Our loves bind us, imprison us, for they are based on our selfish desires; but His love is the power of freedom. Do you ever realise what it takes to say, ‘love never asks anything for itself, while it gives away everything of itself’ ? He alone could declare, ‘Just as I love myself in you, you learn to love yourself in me’. That starts a learning process which takes us to ‘I end in you, and you in me’. I again assure you my dear readers, there is no more exciting journey than this. This game of ‘I in you, and you in me’ can teach us fresh lessons every hour, every day till eternity. I can never say, ‘I have learnt that love from Him’, for I am still learning.

The third thing that overwhelms us is His complete focus on spiritual truths. Once Swami went to the Primary school at Prasanthinilayam and spoke there to the kids between seven and seventeen. Prof. Kasturi translated His talk to them. After He came back to His room in the Mandir, Kasturi told Him, ‘Swami you spoke to them about Atma and Paramatma. What the kids would understand?’ Swami replied, ‘Kasturi, I can speak only truth, and there is no truth more than Atma and Paramatma’. His every word, every example, every deed points towards God. Once after distributing ice cream to school kids Swami pointed out to them how God is like ice cream! He wants us to learn that God is a greater reality than the world around us. And this is like eating ice cream from an endless cup! That is being tuned to God all the time. We must see the world imbued with God, ‘see not the stone in God, but God in the stone’. Does this ‘seeing’ ever cease? Seeing is becoming. So long becoming continues, seeing does, and learning too. Swami says, ‘Being is lost in becoming’. Becoming brings us closer to Being. To see God in everything we see, is to be God every moment we be. Can you ever say you have learnt seeing Him in all you see? I dare not, for I am still learning.

Being with Swami has been a constant challenge. He is within you, as well as without. To take the without within, and express the within without, that is the challenge. We divide Him in so many ways, like far and near, loving and indifferent, divine and human, and then try to integrate them! It is like the child Birbal who first asked Akbar to cut the sugar cane into pieces, and then asked him to join them to make a single piece! We have to learn to see Him as one undivided wholesome Truth. That is the challenge. As long as the challenge continues, learning continues. Living is synonymous with learning. When learning stops, becoming stops; and when becoming stops, life stops. We are as good as dead. When water stagnates, it rots; when blood stagnates it is death, when learning stagnates, ego takes over, and that is the undoing of whatever you have done over a lifetime. In the Upanishads too life is defined as a constant movement, and the student is urged by the guru to keep learning in the forefront. ‘Keep moving in the forefront, for movement is progress, movement is fulfillment, movement is achievement, movement is learning’.

You still ask me what I have learnt being with Him?

Well, I am excited about riding with Him, and learning lessons every day.

ONLY LOVE

Across my window sill
I noticed a bird in quiet reverie
Nibbling at the young leaves
On old, hard stems –
Biting, breaking, spitting out.
I asked her, aren’t you hungry, dear ?
I am, too much; but I relish
My hunger, more than its appeasement.
My jaws dropped in wonder –
You surprise me little birdie, I said,
How can pain be sweeter
Than its relief ?
The relief kills the pain,
And then, both are ordinary, neither
Have any significance, both forgotten
As if they never were.
Have you ever lost a game
When you were about to win ?
Or, won when about to lose ?
Which perpetuates what ?
True, losing hurt me more,
But for days though I cried,
My yearning for a win
Was a greater reality than my failure.
You understand now, don’t you
Pain has a sweetness better than relief.
My beloved has flown away,
Leaving me to feed on his sweet company;
Though I know he is for ever gone,
For-ever is too short
For what he has left behind.
We sat together here,
Ate these young leaves together,
Looked at each other’s eyes
Till time ceased to be –
Can he take that away ?
Can he erase from the ceased time
His ceaseless presence ?
So my friend, the bird told me,
I would be my hunger,
And my hunger he,
Until there is no me and he,
Only Love.

TWO INDIAS

I was waiting at the window to draw some money from a bank. There were a lot of people in the line, and since I wasn’t in any hurry, I preferred to linger on in the air conditioned lounge until the long queue has spent itself a little more. Presently a middle aged gentleman, immaculately dressed, rather overdressed for an Indian summer, came to the sofa, gave me an aristocratic smile, and bumped into it. I gave him a little more area of operation, returned an unconvincing smile, and secretly eyed him. Expensive denim trousers, a designer sea blue full shirt, sleeves rolled up. Clean shaven chins except a goatee, rimless photo sensitive glasses, a new generation huge wrist watch, and a leather purse, big for a purse, small for a portfolio bag. An image of contentment and pride that new wealth has given Indians to cherish as status symptom.
‘How d’ U do’, he said still looking at the bunch of documents he had in his hands.
I returned ‘how d’ U do’ with the same formality.
Do you belong here? he asked.
Yes, I do.
You see, I used to come here to see Sai Baba at least once a year. So I bought a flat here to stay in some comfort. Now he is gone, so I would like to sell it away. I bought it for ten lakhs, spent another ten to add some more conveniences. I would give it away for around fifteen. Single bed A/C apartment on the fourth floor. Quite comfortable.
Oh, I see. So you are here to seal some property deal.
You can say that. Sai Baba was a genuine holy man. So I used to come to see him. Now there is no need to come here. So before I leave the country and go to California to settle down with my son, I thought I would come and dispose of this property. But you see, Indians have no proper sense of value. They are asking it for no more than eight lakhs!
So you are kicking off to west. I said matter-of-factly.
What is here in India that I drag myself around until I eat dust? You have never gone to the west. Once you go there you will hate India. Look at their roads, their discipline, their science, their literature, look at their liberated society, look at their administration, their economic strength…. Tell me any aspect of their life which you can remotely compare with yours.
Obviously. You are correct. The west can not at all compare with anything genuinely Indian.
So you agree with me.
Can not agree any better.
Then what are you doing here? Come out there, and live a life of comfort and plenty.
I am looking for my genuine India. The India you see around today is a superimposition of the west. The imitation can not be as good as the original. The true, eternal India can not be seen by the eyes that sees comfort and plenty as the only purpose of life.
I noticed that the queue had substantially reduced. I excused myself to join the line.

Then I went to the General Hospital. I had to meet a doctor there. I parked my scooter in the shade and looked around to guess where exactly I could see him. Suddenly I overheard two persons talking. They had both passed their middle age, lower middle class as far as economic status is concerned. One is either from a village in UP or Bihar, the other from the suburbs of Hyderabad, as I gathered from their conversation. They both spoke Hindi. Both came to be here in Prasanthinilayam for Sivaratri. The Bihar person developed some health problem, and stayed on for a check. Probably they were just acquainted with each other. I will reproduce their conversation.
H – Ram Ram bhayya.
B – Ram Ram bhayya.
H – When are you leaving?
B – What to do bhayya, suddenly my old lower abdominal problem recurred. I thought I should see someone here in Sai Baba’s hospital. They suspect all is not well with my kidney. Human body
you know is home to a thousand diseases. But why are you here?
H – I have got my wife for a check. She got chest pain again. I left her with the doctor and came out.
B – Sairam will look after her. In our village people said Sairam is gone. I told them, where will He go? He is always present everywhere.
H – Yes bhayya, Ram to shaswat hai (Ram is eternal), Ram is inside you, inside me, and outside also.
B – Therefore bhayya, my pain recurred here. If I had it in my village where would I go? Sairam gave me the pain here so that I can see a doctor here. How kind is our Sairam.
H – My wife wanted to come here for Sivaratri. I told her she had chest pain, if something happens ? You know what she said? She said, ‘If I die taking God’s name, I will get moksha. Is there anything better than that?’
B – Yes brother, what can be better than that? Inside, He creates a disease; outside, He takes us to a Doctor! Look at His leela.
H – Happiness Ram gives, pain Ram gives, then He alone saves you from pain. Why does He do all that bhayya?
B – Arre bhayya, happiness He gives, because He wants us to be happy. Then pain also He gives so that we do not forget Him. But when we cry, His heart melts, and He saves.

Ah, what excellent homegrown solution! I was enthralled. A suburban dweller saying God is eternal! And he isn’t quoting anybody; his conviction was apparent in his eyes and his voice. A nearly unlettered woman assures her husband she would get liberation if she has God’s name on her lips at the last moment, and tells him that it is the best thing to happen to a person. A villager knows pain and suffering are both God’s gifts for our own good. His God is both human, for you must ask his help if you need it, and divine, for He knows all, loves all, can do all. None of them have any ‘stress’ either with a ‘heart problem’ or with long standing ‘abdominal problem’, while even our 3rd class kids suffer from ‘exam stress’ in our big cities. Both of them are reconciled to pain, suffering, and death, and need no psychiatrist for ‘management of reality’. This is my true India.

H – But then why so many people suffer so long, almost all life?
B – My old mother used to tell me, ‘Son, if you have any problem, first tell Ram, then if you want, others’. But now we never tell Ram, we go to a doctor first, and if the doctor can not do anything, we scold Ram! We first go to adalat (law court) to settle a quarrel, never go to Ram!
H – That is true brother. When my younger brother quarrelled with me to partition our old house, my wife went to our puja room, and prayed to Sairam to solve it. Whole night she sat there praying. Next morning my brother came to her, fell at her feet and begged to forgive him! Look what Ram can do! If I had gone to court!
B – It takes more than two days to come here from our village. We got food for one full day. Next day lunch time the train stood in the platform for a very short time. I could not get down to buy food. What to do ? Just before the train began moving away a young man came to us and gave us two packets of puri, and said, ‘Uncle I went to get some food for myself. I noticed you did not have any food, and you were not going down. So I got for you too’. You see, he did not take any money for that! We thanked Ram, and then thanked him. He was in our compartment, and we became very good friends. Who asked him to get food packets for us? Sairam only. In his heart.
H – All Ram’s work brother. He is in everyone’s heart; so if you love Him, everyone will love you.

I was stunned at the utter simplicity of God-man relationship. If you love God, everyone will love you. The whole society, which has no borders, is a single family. You do not need in India a Jesus, whom you can crucify for telling inconvenient truths, to ask you to love your neighbour. An unknown young man gets down the train, and buys food for you without your asking, and even refuses to accept money for it. In the school of life in India love, affection, unselfishness, mutuality, neighbourliness are an integral part of a beautiful canvas where man and God move hand in hand. Here philosophies are lived unconsciously, not left to debate halls of universities.

At this time I saw the doctor coming out. So I went to see him.

That was another India, my eternal, genuine India. This India does not live in metros, in high rise blocks, in university halls, in state of the art labs, corporate offices, or power corridors of politics. That India, my own India, lives in my heart, in my noble convictions, my beliefs, my understanding, my love for God, and my love for my fellowmen; the India where sages walk unknown, Avatars come to mingle with men, people celebrate a birth and a death with equal élan, and where even unlettered people live philosophies perfected over millennia. We have successfully driven this India out of our minds, and the consequences have been fear, violence, loneliness, disease and insecurity. Bhagwan came to revitalise this India. The other India which the gentleman in the bank was running away from is a garbage heap of undigested imported stuff, alien to the India that the villager from Bihar, and the gentleman from Hyderabad suburb live, the never-dying real Bharat which was so dear to Bhagwan. May we deserve to live in this punyabhumi bharat.


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