As you would probably know, I don’t much write about about things being discussed or debated (of late I don’t write much on any topic, but specifically …), but a topic which came up some time back, with some people referring to the incident from the Ramayana where Lord Rama asks for Agni-Pariksha for Goddess Sita as being regressive. Given that this didn’t quite make sense to me, I delved a little deeper, and tried to reason things out.
Now, this post is meant for people who find this incident regressive. There are a number of ways we could relate to the Ramayana. Lets look at these ways, along with where they lead us.
- Ramayana as Literal History: One could take Ramayana as a literal telling of history, where a king asks his queen to walk through fire. Indeed, this would be regressive, but if one takes Ramayana as literal history, then one must also take a number of things, including Mareechh turning into a golden deer, Ravana abducting Goddess Sita in his Pushpak Viman, of Jatayu fighting Ravana, of the construction Ram Setu, of Lord Hanuman carrying the Dronagiri mountain, and many more, as being a literal telling of history. If one isn’t treating the Ramayana as history, then what exactly is regressive?
- Ramayana as Social Commentary: One could on the other hand, take the Ramayana as a commentary on social norms and values of a given time. Again, if one does so, one must try to include very diverse societies, including humans, asuras, gods/demi-gods, astral beings and so on into a coherent social fabric. If one is to reject the existence of all of these, then one needs to be able to describe what each of these ‘social units’ stands for. If one isn’t even doing that, what does one find regressive here?
- Ramayana as Fiction: One could treat the Ramayana as purely fiction, but if one were to do that, then there is only a story being told, and whats regressive about stories?
- Ramayana as Philosophy: Many commentators have written that epics/scripture are written at multiple levels. There is a literal level, and one which is the deeper level, which actually deals with the philosophy of the scripture. The literal level is the first aspect addressed above. At the deeper level, there is immense symbolism to be found. For instance, one interpretation defines Lord Rama as the Self, the soul, the individual seeker (if you may), and Goddess Sita as the Mind. The self and the mind are in a state of perfect harmony until the mind is “abducted” by the tendencies and activities of the world (Ravana, who is defined as representing Rajo-guna, that which defines the tendency of unabashed participation in the goings-on in the world), and the mind and the self can be united only through the mind passing through a process of “cleansing” in the fires of spiritual contemplation, or meditation. Now, if one were to accept this interpretation, where does the notion of regressive come from?
So, as we can see, whichever way one looks at the epic, there doesn’t seem to be a way to define something as regressive. Unless, of course, one chooses to believe in bits and pieces from each such interpretation, and making a cocktail of beliefs. If thats what one believes, then one needs to articulate that.
Please do shed some light if you believe I missed out something.
Topics on which people hold very strong beliefs … sometimes these beliefs are no more than just those. While on the one hand some of those who believe in God take Scripture literally, and will tell you that indeed the world was made in 6 days, or that there was indeed a time when snakes talked or horses flew. Little does it occur to them that maybe these stories are more allegorical, and one must look into their subliminal meaning which seems to be a consistent characteristic of Scripture to get a true understanding. Scientists on the other hand use these same stories, read at their superficial level to try to prove that religion flies in the face of logic.
There is another aspect of the scientific discourse which tells us that there is no ‘need’ for God since all phenomena can be explained by science, those which can’t be explained today would well be explained at some point. Let’s take an example to see the folly of this logic. Let’s say you have to go from place A to place B. Now, you could do this commute on foot or by bus. Now, since your commute can be explained by walking, there is therefore no ‘need’ for the bus and therefore the bus doesn’t exist.
Another logic which is most prevalent is that there is no proof of God. Now, one could also on the other hand say that there is no proof for the non-existence of God, but then that takes us into a different byway, so for the moment let’s shelve that one. Let’s say, for instance, if you are asked to cook a meal with a pen, crayons, toothpicks, and a screwdriver and wrench. Doesn’t sound logical, does it? Fact is, different tools are meant to be used for different purposes and extending this it’s easy to see why science has not, maybe will not, been able to prove the existence of God … that as a tool science isn’t the right one. Let’s try to analyze that. Science is essentially a study of this creation, maybe (if we keep the idea of the multiverse aside for a moment) of the universe. This means that science, meant to study nature, isn’t meant to study whence nature came from.
Is that why so many scientists are so antagonistic to the idea of God?
Heres a nice blog about folk dances in India. The point the author is making is that in India, folk music and dance has two purposes. One is the dedication to God and religion, where the dances play out episodes from the epics or from mythology, and the other is to celebrate life, and to mark the passage of seasons, with their importance to the agricultural cycle, especially the harvest season.
And do check the videos. Really nice ones!
Happy viewing, and Happy Dasahra!
I once saw a tigress stalking a month-old kid. The ground was very open and the kid saw the tigress while she was still some distance away and started bleating, whereupon the tigress gave up her stalk and walked straight up to it. When the tigress had approached to wihin a few yards, the kid went forward to greet her, and on reaching the tigress it stretched ot its neck and put up its head to smell her. For the duration of a few heartbeats the month-old kid and the Queen of the Forest stood nose to nose, and then the queen walked off in the direction from which she had come.
Wonderful passage … just tells the sheer grace, elegance (a oneness maybe?) which comes with real power.
This is a sign of laziness that one thinks of writing about something quite amazing, and then takes a few weeks to get round to doing it. Especially when it is an amazing performance of the Krishna Leela, the story of the life of Lord Krishna.
As children, there are certain things we hold in very high esteem. Could be a restaurant, a particular shop which we went to with our parents, and which we thought, as children, to be something so amazing that we look forward to the day when we go back to those things as grown ups. I am sure all of us would have something which fits this description. Then life takes you away from those places or things, and after a gap of a few decades, you happen to have the chance to revisit those grand places that you so admired as a child. Usually, though, they dont quite seem to be the same, grand places that were painted in your mind’s eye. But this is an amazing exception.
I remember, as a child, watching the Krishna Leela … the story of the life of Lord Krishna. This was performed by the Shriram Bharatiya Kala Kendra, and the performances used to happen around the time of Krishna Janmashthami at the Pearey Lal Bhawan, right next to Shankar’s Doll’s Museum. I also remember having been to performances of the Ram Leela, the story of Lord Rama, which used to happen at the place where the Shaheed Bhagat Singh Terminal stands today. And i remember these performances being grand, and quite a treat to watch, as a child.
Recently I got a chance to watch the same Krishna Leela after more than two decades, and nothing of what i have written seemed to hold true. The performance was every bit as grand and fascinating as it was, and enhanced by the use of technology which is available to us today.
In this performance, the story of Lord Krishna is played out in the form of a dance-drama. There are no dialogues, except only at specific points of the performance, to make specific points, and the entire story is told in the form of a play which is enacted in the form of dance. A number of dance forms, from across India, including Kathakali, Odissi, Manipuri, Bharatnatyam, Chhau performed by the players to enact different roles in the life of Lord Krishna. And each of these blend into each other quite nicely, so that you dont get the feel of a patchwork of dance forms which might happen when such disparate dance forms are brought together. Rather, you find the story being compellingly told through the brilliant harmony of the different dance forms, and the way they blend with each other, and the usage of the appropriate dance form to portray particular characters in the life of Lord Krishna.
Here are some images:
As you can see, no words are necessary. The art of the dance is used to the fullest to powerfully tell a compelling story. And these pictures are not from the performance (photography isnt allowed inside the auditorium), but as you might have guessed, these are photographs of the posters of the performance.
The same Shriram Bharatiya Kala Kendra also delivers equally powerful performances of the Rama Leela, so if you are in Delhi during the month of October, leading up to Deepawali, do make it a point to explore the wonderful story of Lord Rama, told beautifully.
Today was the last day of the football league (yes, I still persist in the quaint habit of calling the game football). Officially, its the soccer league. Well, sonny’s team drew the game, which wasn’t surprising, though they could have won, but that’s not the point, given that it was a friendly game. Besides, that’s not what I am writing about.
Today, there was a parents’ match. Now, given that I am on top of the fitness scale, finding a position for me to play at was a dilemma. But with my penchant for genious, I quickly found the best position for me to play at … Goalkeeper. Stated objective: role model for son, so he can watch papa goalkeeping, learn the things not to do, and so on … Hidden agenda: play so that I don’t get acquainted with muscles and joints I didn’t even know existed. Well, son was playing another match on the next pitch, and whatever little he could see me, he clearly wasn’t impressed.
Coming back to the game … Two coaches were playing on the other team. Well, its clear what that means. Our team played valiantly, and we almost scored a couple of times. Me, on my part, valiantly saved some five goals. Translated, that means I saved two goals, and attentively saw three shots whizzing past me, the ball in a blur. And then it happened … Handball in the D. Penalty. I was prepared for it. I was sure he (no moms played … They had too much make-up on, and dresses too glamorous for football) would hit ball in one of the corners of the goal (we were playing with a hockey goal, which as you know is less than half the size of the football goal), but I had the corners covered, and was sure I would be able to save it. Surprise … He took a straight, low shot, which just went through between the legs. I tried valiantly to save it, but it was rendered geometrically difficult by the little paunch I have only lately been sporting. And while on the subject of paunches, I am sure you would have heard of headers, but have you heard of paunchers? Well, I saw one today. Quite effective it was, because everybody was expecting a heade. Final scoreline … 1-0, though that’s only part of the story.
They say a picture is worth a thousand words. But I believe a picture doesnt capture the full picture, if you know what I mean. Or maybe that doesnt make sense. So you could say that a camera cant take a picture anywhere close to a human eye. And I am not talking about the visual aspect of the picture. What else is there? Well, there is a lot more behind the picture which the camera cannot catch. Maybe this is about the thoughts and feelings that you have when you behold the panorama.
Why am I writing about this? No reason per se. Just wanted to write, over a beer or two or three (maybe more, but then only maybe, or then … well, well …), some things that I think. Maybe someone someday would read them, and share the feelings I feel. The other day I had taken a short walk from the hotel to the beach early in the morning. When I say early, I mean early. Quite early. The walk took me to the sea-shore on a morning before the sun made his presence felt. The breeze was cool, carrying a hint of the rain from the night. The sea was, as always, mighty. There were waves painting a pretty picture on the canvas of the sea, orchestrated by the rocks, accompanied by the now softly floating clouds, giving just a hint of the refreshing rain. Feeding the dance of the waves was the serenity of the deep sea, ever so calm, changing every moment, yet remaining the same. And the depth of the sae reaching out to the ever unreachable horizon stertching its arms to reach out.
All of this created a beautiful panorama only punctuated by a few ships doing what ships do on the high seas. It was a picture which was so beautiful it captivated the sense. And I reached out to the camera to capture this beauty. Only thing, right after clicking the picture, I tried to view it, and it was a disappointment. Was this the beauty I saw? I looked back at the original, and the beauty was still the way it was a moment ago, but somehow the camera couldnt quite get it.
This reminded me of a vacation in the hills of Uttar Pradesh and the view from the guest house. The guest house was perched at the edge of a hill, and had it not been for the old world solidity of the building, I would have thought that a slightly strong gust of wind would have pushed it over. The advantage of it being located where it was, was the uninterrupted view it gave. Its been more than ten years. Its been maybe twenty years, but the view is still very much fresh to the mind’s eye. Rows on rows of hills, emerald splendour, shining in the glory of the autumn sun. Valleys becoming hills, and the hills becoming valluys again, almost as far as the eye could see. Why I say almost is because in the distance green gave way to white as the hills gave way to the majestic mountains, the emerald of the chinars giving way to the pristine purity of the snow. The hills looked like a large handkerchief ( or a crumpled carpet) thrown carelessly on the floor by the Divine Hand, crumpled in a way that created a beauty beyond compare. The white was a carpet spread out to remind arid humanity of the beauty God has filled the world with. The undulating greens giving way to the white sheet. The colours shimmering in the sunlight, creating a panorama of sheer beauty.
Complementing this were the now sparse now dense tufts of cotton flowing past in the autumn sky, carried along by a gentle breeze. I remember having taken a picture (those days there werent digital cameras but good old photography), and when the photographs got developed, when I was seeing them, I couldnt recognize the picture as the panorama which I had so admired.
And thats what I am trying to write here. That the camera takes the picture, but the beauty of the picture is in the eyes, recorded by the mind, and the eyes see and the mind remembers this beauty much more than the camera can.
I sometimes like to sit by the seashore looking out at the vast expanse leading to who knows where. And this is one of those times. There is something about the vastness opening up to the horizon which soothes you. And this soothing is partly what I am writing about. While the sea itself may not be calm at times, and the waves may crash at the shore, these waves cant take away from the vastness and the soothing calmness which can be seen in the heart of the sea. For, these waves appear only at the surface, and are not what the sea is all about, there is something about the promise the vastness brings. Let me tell you, though, that I am more a hill person than a sea person. What this means is that I feel more at home in the hills than at the sea shore. The hills give me a feeling that I belong. Especially the Himalayas, which is why I can understand what Ruskin Bond means when he says that once the Himalayas enter a man, he will come back to the Himalayas to die. Or words to that effect, but as long as you get the point, quoting may not be required. So, as I was saying, the hills give me the feeling that I belong. The sea, on the other hand, beckons.
The vastness of the sea is beckoning to explore. But more than the sea itself, it is the melting of the sea into the horizon, only a speck or two interrupting this journey. And the reason this fascinates me is because this melting promises of journeys to far away, unknown lands, if only you were to sail the waves. Of lands full of the promise of the wonderful things that you seek, of life beyond what you have experienced. But its not about going to a predefined place. Its about going nowhere in particular, rather, going with the waves to wherever the sea takes you, and reaching somewhere, somewhere far away. At times, it makes me want to sail away, go to places I have not been to, maybe places I havent even heard of, never thought about, to explore new lands, meet new people, people with a different way of looking at life, learn about them. Though at another level, it may be the gypsy which is to be found in every human being which is at work here. But then, I believe its not so much the wanderlust which prompts me. At an even deeper level, it is the urge to run away from life, escape into a world which is different, better from the world I inhabit. What I do forget though is that the world I seek is probably every bit the same as the world I inhabit. Human nature is the same all over the world. We are afflicted by the same maladies of hatred, fear, greed, jealousy, and all the other maladies which afflict me and my co-inhabitants in the world I inhabit. So what is it that I seek?
Maybe I seek freedom. Freedom eternal, freedom of the Spirit, which promises to take me away from the world of human pettiness which I inhabit. From this world to a new world, a world free of pettiness, where the Spirit can feel freedom to fly, and reach beyond the normal human states and feelings, where only Happiness abides. But then another thought comes to me. Maybe the horizon is only an inspiration. Maybe this world is already within reach, waiting to be explored … within me, and all I need to do is reach out with the longing of the Soul. Is this The Promised Land?