Re-Energizing The Self

October 30, 2008 at 1:48 pm (Information, Musings, Slice Of Life, Soliloquy)

I felt exhausted but i was restless and feeling uneasy. I took a political book and being unable to read more than two lines pushed it back to its place in the book shelf. Then i took out a philosophical book and did the same. I switched on the t.v, which is the opium of the masses in the modern world. Taking a tour through 90 channels twice, i switched off the t.v. I called a friend of mine and spoke for a few minutes. No, i wasn’t feeling any better. I came back to my room, pulled out Macbeth and read those beautiful and favorite lines of mine:

Tomorrow And Tomorrow And Tomorrow
To The Last Syllable Of Recorded Time
And All Our Yesterdays Have Lighted Fools
The Way To Dusty Death. Out Out Brief Candle!
Life’s But A Walking Shadow, A Poor Player
That Struts And Frets His Hour Upon The Stage
And Then Is Heard No More: Its A Tale
Told By An Idiot, Full Of Sound And Fury,
Signifying Nothing.

Ah! What a thrilling experience it was reading those lines! And I could feel my heart, my mind and my soul flower again. I not only felt fresh and at peace but also felt re-energized.

Resting myself on the bed and my head on the pillow, i started reflecting over the lines of Shakespeare and from the silence that followed, the story recently narrated by Ananthamurthy Sir came back to me.

In the discotheques in China, told Ananthamurthy Sir, they sing songs in praise of China and similar ones early in the evening but as the world goes to sleep and as the discotheque is becoming empty the singers there start singing old Tibetian songs and as they sing, their eyes water and throat goes parched. Even the listeners, who wait for the late night Tibetian songs (who spend time until then, consuming alcohol) melt into tears as the birds of melody fly into their hearts through their ears.

Previous night Sony t.v played the film Aaja Nachle which has the story of a girl’s fight to save a theater from being converted into a shopping mall. The protagonist in the film fights for the theater because of personal attachment but we the people have to fight for theaters (here i see theater as a metaphor) in this ear of shopping mall (this again i see as a metaphor) not just because for cultural reasons but also because it re-energizes us in the world of shopping malls.

Rabindranath Tagore in his essay ‘What is Art?‘ dissects human being into three layers in the beginning of the essay. Tagore says that there is a physical person and the person of the mind and then speaks of a personal person who’s hunger and thirst is beyond the physical and intellectual needs, that is the hunger and thirst for art.

Karl Marx calls religion as an opium of the masses. My senior friend Rahmat Tarikere says “Popular cinema is the opium of the masses”. Any kind of opium will give ventilation after the day’s struggle. It acts as a stress buster for the physical person and the person of the mind but doesn’t re-energize the personal person cutting through the physical person and person of the mind. Probably that’s why people in the discotheques of China wait for the Tibetian songs, feeling the need for something more than just opium, in the era of shopping malls.

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Silenced Smiles

October 26, 2008 at 2:37 pm (Friends, Musings, Slice Of Life, Soliloquy)

Silence and smile are two powerful tools. Smile is the way to solve many problems and silence is the way to avoid many problems. Wishing you a many silent smiles” – read the message sent by my friend Aishwarya. As a reflex i replied asking “What about silenced smiles?” to irritate my friend, like always. But it dint take much of a time for me to realize that the whole idea of ’silenced smiles’ had its root somewhere else and was not an instantaneous creation of my mind, just to irritate my friend Aishwarya.

Friend Atul Tiwari had come to Manipal as a guest for a fest our institute had organized. He was to talk on ‘Play and Screenplay’ on the second day of the fest and was more or less free on day one. Atul expressed his desire to meet Vaidehi (one of the finest Kannada writers) I called Vaidehi and told her that i had a surprise guest for her and asked her when can i get the guest to her place. She asked me who it was and when i told her it was Atul she said “God! come right away”

Atul and i sat comfortably on the new set of furnitures at Vaidehi’s place. As Atul was drinking water, i was inquiring Vaidehi about the new furnitures. Meanwhile Atul’s eyes were arrested by  the huge framed poster of the SAARC literary meet, which hangs on the wall at Vaidehi’s place. Its  a poster which has individual photographs of all the poets who participated in the meet the year Vaidehi  represented  Kannada language. The poster was designed by SAARC and distributed to all the poets who participated that year, said Vaidehi to Atul. Pointing out at one lady poet Atul said “She passed away recently” and Vaidehi saying “Yes, i got to know” told us how that lady poet would clap and say “Wah-Wah” loudly when she liked some poem and said “I used to admire her because she was openly expressing herself”. Adding to it Atul said “Even Kaifi Azmi’s wife also expressed herself loudly when she was in a mehfil or in Prithvi theater watching a play. She was not only loud with her appreciation but also in her criticisms” continuing the flow of speech Atul said “Kaifi Sahab taught her to laugh loudly and express openly and not laugh with her hands covering her mouth”

Suddenly a new door had opened in my mind. I had never seen the act of covering the mouth while laughing by girls as a symbol of chained freedom. Before i started reflecting over the new insight, Vaidehi reacted to Atul’s words- “While we were young we would get scoldings if we spoke in a loud voice or laughed loudly. if done so, we would be asked to behave like a girl. Being expressive was considered as a non-feminine gesture. So our speech, our desires, our pains, our laughter and also our smiles got silenced”. My world went so silent then that i could hear distant ocean roar and also hear the heartbeat of all the fishes swimming in that ocean.

That evening i spent most of my time in the fun-fare (organized as a part of the fest) with Nayana and Sana Anjum- two extremely expressive and ‘loud’ friends of mine. Their expressiveness and ‘loudness’ appeared differently that evening and since then has had a different meaning.

(Photo Courtesy: Sunil Bhadri)

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Search

October 26, 2008 at 2:06 pm (Musings, Slice Of Life, Soliloquy)

Takahata hasn’t met his son from the past ten years. The disturbed relationship of the father and the son has let an entire ocean flow between them. Now when Takahata realizes that his son has only a few drops of life left in him which can leak from the crack in the pitcher any moment, he wants to cross the ocean and meet his son. But while landing on the other coast, knowing his son’s love for Chinese folk opera, he wants to take a filmed folk opera with him, to touch his son and thus pull that chord of his heart which remains untouched.

Thus begins the journey of Takahata in the film Riding Alone A Thousand Miles. Takahata, in order to film the Chinese opera goes to the jail where the opera singer cum dancer Li has been jailed. Li is made to wear the costume of the film opera and when he is about to begin his performance for Takahata to film, Li breaks down saying “I can’t perform because the agony of not having seen my son from the past eight years that is since he was born hurts me”. Understanding the pain of Li, Takahat decides to arrange for a tryst between Li and his son Yang-Yang and goes to the village where Yang-Yang resides.

In the village Takahata convinces the villagers to send Yang-Yang with him to the jail to meet his father Li. Yang-Yang is not asked if he wants to meet his father or not. Takahata and Yang-Yang on their way back to the city lose their way and thus get lost in a no man’s land. In this lost state they find a friend in each other and they strike a bonding which transcends age and language. There is no common language known to both except for the language of love for each other. In this lost journey Takahata photographs Yang-Yang immensly. The entire night Yang-Yang spends in the arms of Takahata, for whom its a moment of fulfillment.

In the morning the villagers find out Takahata and Yang-Yang who had lost their way and  make arrangements for them to go to the city safely. When they are about to start for the city Takahata asks Yang-Yang whether he is willing to meet his father or not and Yang-Yang cries saying “He’s not my father. I don’t want to meet him” and Takahata decides to go back to Li just with the images of his son Yang-Yang.

When the vehicle starts moving, Yang-Yang runs behind it waving his hand for a long time and Takahata is waving his hand constantly looking back at Yang-yang. An emotion, a feeling, a bonding which words fail to capture had tied them together by then.

When Takahata is half way through his journey the news of his sons death reaches him. Now in spite of knowing the fact that fimling the folk opera is of no use, Takahata decides to visit Li and show him the photographs of his son Yang-Yang and thus enable Li to meet his son in an emotional world.

Neither Takahata nor Li could find their sons back in their world nor could Yang-Yang or Takahata’s son find their fathers. But the bonding that flowered between Takahata and Yang-Yang communicates a very important thing. Takahata was not searching for his son but for A son who would fulfill his being as a father and though Yang-Yang did not want to meet his father he wanted A father in his life, for who’s touch he craves. Is it the longing for his this touch and moment of fulfillment which strikes a bonding between Takahata and Yang-Yang?

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“Gandhi was a great leader. He would have been even greater is he wasn’t impartial”
- Madanlal Pawa.

Madanlal was one among the conspirators against Gandhi. He attempted to kill Gandhi few days before Gandhi was assassinated by Ghodse.

Madanlal lost his mother at a young age. His father got re-married and Madanlal’s step-mother was quite nasty. There was a constant conflict between Madanlal and his step-mother and whenever there was a conflict between his father supported his step-mother. Speaking of this incident in Heggodu on 8th oct 2007, Asish Nandy said “When Madanlal felt Gandhi was favoring Muslims he saw it in parallel with his father supporting his step-mother” and the conclusion drawn by Nandy was that- Madanlal saw Gandhi as his father.

Madanlal like Yang-Yang was constantly in search of a father figure who would fill the vacuum of his own father and give the touch which that relationship should have given. He was looking for A father and he found that father in Gandhi like Yang-Yang found in Takahata.

May be every individual who has had disturbed relationship with immediate relatives or blood-ties, are constantly searching for someone who could fill the vacuum created by the disturbed relationship. The search can also be when the person has lost the immediate relative. Its not the absence of the person which triggers the search but the absence of that ‘touch’ which makes the individual feel cared, secured and loved.

There is a search for A father, A mother, A sister, A brother, A son and A daughter in all those who have either lost them or have had a disturbing relationship with them. In any way, its the absence of the ‘touch’ of a father, mother, sister, brother, son or a daughter which makes one search for not THE father/mother/sister/brother/son/daughter but for A father/mother/sister/brother/son/daughter.

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Apni Mehbuba Mein Apni Ma Dekhe,
Bin Ma Ke Beto Ki Fitrat Hoti Hai.

(Its the nature of the mother-less son
to search for a mother in his lady-love)
- Javed Akthar.

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Realm Of Shadows

October 10, 2008 at 2:12 pm (Information, Musings, Slice Of Life, Soliloquy)

It was in mid-october 1964. T.Prakash Rao was shooting for his film SURAJ in Madras. His Cinematographer V.K.Murthy had set the lightings and everyone was waiting for the hero to come to the set. The delay made Prakash Rao decide to shoot a different scene and so asked V.K.Murthy to change the lighting and V.K.Murthy silently, changed it accordingly along with his assistant Govind Nihalani. In the process of setting the lighting Govind NIhalani asked V.K.Murthy “What did you feel when Guru Dutt passed away” and V.K.Murthy replied saying “I dint cry for him but i cried for myself”.

This reaction of V.K.Murthy Cinematographer and a good friend of Guru Dutt not just reflects the relation ship of the two but also the kind of man Guru Dutt was!

One day while shooting for AAR-PAAR V.K.Murthy was taking a lot of time to set the lights and Guru Dutt losing his patience said “to hell with your photography, come lets take the shot”. After taking the shot as per Guru Dutts decision V.K.Murthy refused to have lunch for he was not allowed to work upto his satisfaction. remembering that moment V.K.Murthy says “I’d have cried at that point”. Guru Dutt realising that V.K.Murthy has not had lunch he  comes to his friend and says “Murthy you know i have lost lakhs in BAAZ, we have to make up for that. We have to work fast” and over the lunch told Murthy “now work fast for me, later in future i will make a film for you where you do whatever you would like to. take as much as time you want to, but now, please co-operate”.

The film Guru Dutt did for V.K.Murthy, living upto his words was KAAGAZ KE PHOOL. After looking at the rushes of two three reels V.K.Murthy warns Guru Dutt for the story line but Guru Dutt sticks to his story line and makes the film.

When the film was relased in Maratha Mandir in Bobmbay during the intervel Murthy was smoking outside the hall and Shammi Kapoor comes out running shouting “picture ka hero kahan hai?” (where is the hero of the cinema) and someone says “Here is Guru Dutt” and Shammi says “Nahi nahi. Murthy Kahan hai? Murthy iss film ka hero hai” (No No. Where is Murthy. He is the hero of the film”

Remebering all these moments Murthy says “This was all possible because i had a director like Guru Dutt because of the support he gave me”.

Guru Dutt was not just an artist but also a person who could spot artists and did encourage them Murthy and Waheeda Rehman being great examples. So its not a wonder when Murthy says “When Guru Dutt passed away a kind of vacuum swallowed me. I felt my art and my creativity had come to an end. I knew i would never find anyone who would appretiate and encourage my art the way he did. I felt that i couldnt work the way i did before. I was too depressed”

Murthy is the same man who composed the crusifyed Guru Dutt in PYAASA which is an image which comes to all our minds the moment we think of Guru Dutt. This image reveals the entire story of Guru Dutt.

Shyam Benegal, remembering of the days he spent with his aunt Vaasanthi (Guru Dutt’s mother) remembers the day when Guru Dutt had arranged for a private screening of KAAGAZ KE PHOOL in his house which was to be follwed by a sitar concert by Vilayat Khan. He says “People started walking out after 3-4 reels”

The film when released in Delhi Dr.S.Radhakrishnan came for the screening but the people in the front row threw chappals at the screen thus rejecting the film which Vaasanthi says “was a reflection of Guru Dutt’s life”

Remembering the film Shyam benegal says “It was a film which was ahead of it times”. True! When the film was re-released in 1970 thw film was a success. It was almost like Vijay of PYAASA hitting to fame after his death through his collection of poetry which once was rejected by all.

“Now retrospectives and film festivals of Guru Dutt is held everywhere. When he was alive he got nothing” says painfully Guru Dutts sister Lalitha Lazmi (mother of Kalpana Lazmi)

“Nobody ever understood him” says his mother and Murthy says “The worth of a thing is understood only after its lost”

Guru Dutt’s marital life with the singer Geeta Dutt was fractured deeply while he was making KAAGAZ KE PHOOL and this made Guru Dutt indulge in drinks beyond measure and also consume sleeping pills to get some sleep and escape from reality. The ups and downs of his professional life was also snatching his peace of mind and was sculting melancholy in his heart and soul.

Life is just a foolish struggle- which never ends in peace” Guru Dutt had written to Geeta Dutt in a letter on 25th June 1952. As though to prove it, on the 10th of October 1964 Guru Dutt ended his life in his fourth suicide attempt. “A bottle of water, a glass of drink and a half-read book was lying next to him” remembers Vaasanthi Padukone. May be while the bird of his life was escaping from the prison of the body he was singing the lines of Sahir which was written for PYAASA:

Gam iss qadar bade ke main ghabarake pee gaya
Iss dil ki bebasi pe taras khaa ke pee gaya
Thukra raha tha mujhko badi der se jahan
Main aaj sab jahan ko thukraa ke pee gaya.

[ Reference- Nanna Maga Guru Dutt by Vaasanthi Paukone and Bisilu Kolu - A bioography of V.K.Murthy by Uma Rao]

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“We Need To Forgive And Love”

October 4, 2008 at 7:23 pm (Friends, Letters, Musings, Slice Of Life, Soliloquy)

Father Gaston Roberge is a great name in the world of film literature. Born in Canada Roberge Sir is settled in India. Currently he is on a study leave (in Canada) and is penning a new book. Here is a mail that we exchanged recently after Orissa and Karnataka started burning.

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Adaab

Sir, if possible don’t come back to India. i say this with a lot of pain in my heart regarding what is happening in India. Orissa is burning and my state Karnataka is burning without fire. The right wing fundamentalism is targeting Christians now.

I am slowly losing all my faith in everything. Please give a second thought to your coming back.

love,
Samvartha ‘Sahil

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dear samvartha

i am moved by your kind concern, and by your sadness at what is happening in India. we can only hope and pray that we all regain our humanness. for that we need to forgive and love.

with kind regards and love,

cordially,

Fr. Roberge

*****

May the light of his heart lead our path. Amen!!!

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Ethics of Religion

October 3, 2008 at 2:24 pm (Information, Musings, Slice Of Life, Soliloquy)

Adaab

Yesterday on the occasion of Gandhi Jayanthi in Udupi Mahatma Gandhi Memorial College in association with Gandhi Study Center had organized a one day seminar on Gandhi titled ‘Salutations to Gandhi’. H.S.Doreswamy, B.V.Kakkillaya and Satyavrata were the senior Gandhians who were present there.

Speaking during the open discussion Sri.Satyavrata mentioned about ETHICAL RELIGION a book by M.K.Gandhi which was initially serialized in Indian Opinion in its issues from 5 Jan 1907 to 23 Feb 1907. Gandhi’s ETHICAL RELIGION is the summarised work of William MacIntyre Salter, the founder of the Society for Ethical Sulture, Chicago. Gandhi summarized only eight of the fifteen chapters into Gujrati and published in Indian Opinion. the English renderings of the original Gujrati is reproduced in The Collected Works of Mahatma Gandhi, Vol VI.

Here i, with the intention of passing on the message of Ethical Religion, am picking up lines from Gandhi’s work and submitting it before you all, hoping that it reveals the heart of the book, though is filtered, and communicates the essence of the work. I repeate, i am not summarising but picking up lines directly from Gandhi’s summerised work of William MacIntyre Salter.

Peace,
Samvartha ‘Sahil’

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Chapter One: Beginning

It is th moral nature of man by which he rises to good and noble thoughts. The different sciences show us the world as it is. Ethics tell us what it ought to be. It enables man to know how he should act. Man has two windows to his mind: through one he can see his own self as it is; through the other, he can see what it ought to be….. An Ethical idea is like an architect’s plan. the plan shows how the building should be constructed; but it becomes useless if the building is not raised accordingly. Similarly, an ethical idea is useless so long as it is not followed by suitable action. There are many who memorize moral percepts and preach sermons, but they neither practise them nor do they mean to do so….

…. It is no fault of the ethical principles if one following them should fail. However, those committing a breach of maorality have only themselves to blame.

In the path of morality there is no such thing as reward for moral behavior. If a man does some good deed, he does not do it to win applause, he does it because he must….

Chapter Two: Ideal Morality

…. Some Believe that morality is not something quite essential. Others think that there is no relation between religion and morality. But an examination of the world’s religions shows that, without morality, religion cannot subsist. True morality covers religion for the most part. Anyone who observes the law of morality for their own sake and not for any selfish end can be regarded as religious….

Besides, it is a rule of ideal morality that it is not enough to follow the trodden path. We ought to follow the path which we know to be true, whether it is familiar or unfamiliar to us…..

If we examine our desires, we shall see that we do not wish for what we have already. We always value more that which we do not have. But desires are of two kinds: one is the pursuit of mere self-interest. To attempt to fulfill this kind of desire is immoral. The other impels us constantly to improve ourselves and to do good to others. We should never become overwhelming with any amount of good that we may do. It is not for us to evaluate it, but rather should we have perpetual longing to become better and do more good. True morality consists in out efforts to realize such longing.

…. The effect of justice and goodness is not felt from outside; these qualities inhere in us…. If we take out the essence of all moral laws, we shall find that the attempt to do good to mankind is the highest morality…

Chapter Three:  What Is Moral Action?

…. Most of our actions are probably non-moral; they do not necessarily involve morality. For the most part we act according to the prevailing conventions. Such conventional behavior is often necessary. If no such rules are observed, anarchy would be the result, and the society-social intercourse- would come to an end. Still the mere observance of custom and usage cannot properly be called morality.

A moral act must be our own act: it must spring from our own will, If we act mechanically, there is no moral content in our act. Such action would be moral is we think it proper to act like a machine and do so. For in doing so, we use our discrimination. We should bear in mind the distinction between acting mechanically and acting intentionally. It may be moral of a king to pardon a culprit. But the messenger bearing the order of pardon plays only a mechanical part in the king’s moral act…. When we all care only for what the conscience says, then alone can we be regarded as to have stepped on to the moral road. We shall not reach this stage, as long as we do not believe- and experience the belief- that God within us, the God of all, is the ever present witness to all our acts.

… Whether an act is moral or otherwise depends upon the intention of the doer…. It may be that we do not see good results flowing from a moral act. While thinking of morality, all that we need to see is that the act is good and is done with good intention. The result of an action is not within our control….

…. It is not enough for a moral act to have been done with a good intention, but it should have been done without compulsion….. For an act to be moral it has to be free from fear and compulsion…..

Just as a moral action should be free from fear or compulsion so should there be no self-interest behind it. This is not to say that actions prompted by self-interest are all worthless, but only that to call them moral wold detract from the [dignity of the] moral idea. That honesty cannot long endure which is practiced in the belief that it is the best policy…

Just as an action prompted by the motive of material gain here on earth is non-moral, so also another done for considerations of comfort and personal happiness in another world in non-moral. That action is moral which is done only for the sake of doing good….. To preserve morality thus demands a brave man prepared to face even death. It is cowardice to be be true to friends and to break faith with enemies. Those who do good out of fear and haltingly have no moral virtue….

Chapter Four: Is There A Higher Law?

…. Whether a certain act is good or bad does not depend upon whether it is beneficial or harmful to us. IN judging it, we adopt quite a different standard. We have in our minds certain ideas and on the basis of those we judge the act of others….

… it is established that the rightness or wrongness of an act does not depend upon a man’s self-interest. Nor does it depend upon his wishes. There is a difference between morality and sympathy. Out of sympathy for the child we wish to give it a certain thing, but  is the thing is harmful to the child, we hold it immoral to give it. It is doubtless good to show sympathy but, unrestricted by moral considerations, it turns into poison.

…. Opinions change, but not morality. When our eyes are open, we see the sun; when they are closed, it is not seen. The change here has been in our sense of sight, not in the fact of the sun’s existence. The same holds true of moral laws. It is probable that in a state of ignorance we do not know what is moral; but once the eye of knowledge is opened, there is not difficulty in knowing it…. Moral culture is till in its mere infancy; it is as science was before the birth of a Bacon or a Darwin….. we, may not for a time arrive at unanimity of opinion regarding moral laws. This does not, however, mean that it is impossible to distinguish between right and wrong.

… Independent of and apart from men’s wishes and opinions, there is something lke a moral standard which we may call moral law. If there are laws for the state, why may not there be a moral law too? It does not matter if that law is not  committed to writing by man, and indeed it need not be. If we grant or hold that the moral law exists, it is uncumbent on us to obey it, just as we ought to obey the law of the state. A moral law is dostinct and better than the laws of the state or those of business….

… Morality dwells in oir hearts. Even a  man practising immorality would admit that he has been immoral. A wrong can never become right. Even where a peopleis vile, though men may not observe the moral law, tey would make a pretence of doing so; they thus are obliged to admit that moral laws ought to be observed. such is the greatness of morality….

Where does this moral law come from? This law is not laid down by the State, for different laws are found in different states. Many men were opposed to the morality which Socrates observed in his day. Even so the world admits that the morality he observed has remained, and shall remain, morality forever…. The moral law is supreme and divine.

…The mysterious moral law brings prosperity to the man who observes it: it sustains the family that obeys it,a nd the community which lives by it ever flourishes. Freedom, peace and happiness are the lot of the nation that lets itself be ruled by this highest law.

Chapter Five: Morality As A Religion

The common idea, it may be admitted, is that there may be morality without religion and religion without morality…

Morality was in the beginning simply the customary conduct of a community, settled ways of acting that men living together naturally fell into. By a natural process the good customs tended to survive and the bad ones to die out, since, if the bad ones did not die out, they wold waken the community and lead to its extinction. Even today we see this process at work. It is neither morality nor religion if people observe good customs more or less unthinkingly. However, most of what passes for morality in the world consists, as pointed out above, of good customs.

…. Sometimes men believe in religion only as a means to ward of dangers that threaten them It would only be a mistake to dignify actions as religious where they are performed out of a love that springs from fear.

But at long last a time does come when men begin to tread the path of morality consciously, deliberately with a determined will, regardless of gain or loss, of life or death, without turning to look back, ready to sacrifice themselves. The can they be said to have been permeated with true morality.

…. So long as the seed of morality is not watered by religion, it cannot sprout. Without water it withers and ultimately perishes. Thus it will be seen that true or ideal morality ought to include true relligion. To put the same thought differenetly, morality cannot be observed without religion. That is to say, morality shoyld be observed as a religion.

Furthermore, it is seen that the rules of morality, laid down in the world’s great religions, are largely the same. The founders of the religions have also explained that morality is the basis of religion. If a foundation is removed, the superstructure falls to the ground; similarly if morality is destroyed, religion which is built on it comes crashing down.

Chapter Six: Religious Morality Or Moral Religion

…. We ought to know the direction in which our environment disoses our instincts. We know that we are not in every way masters of our own life; there are conditions outside of us to which we have to adjust ourselves….

The question now arises: does the influence of environment lead us to be moral? Or can it be that he forces that surround us are indifferent to morality?

…. Though Darwin did not write as a moral philosopher, he has shown how close the connection is between morality and environment. Those who think that morality is unimportant and that physical strength and mental capacity are the only things that matter should read Darwin. According to him, thee is an instinct of self-preservation in men as in other creatures. He also says that those who survive the struggle for existence may be regarded as successful, that is, those who are unfit tend to extinction, but that the issue of struggle does not depend merely on physical force.

Comparing man with the bear or a buffalo we find that, in physical strength, the bear and the buffalo are superior to him; in a tussle he will surely be worsted. Nonetheless he is their superior by virtue of his intelligence. Similarly we can compare different races of men. In war it is not the side with the largest number or with the hardiest soldiers that wins, but the side with the ablest generals and the best strategy, though its soldiers may be fewer or less hardy. In these exapmles we see the superiority of intelligence.

But Darwin shows further thta moral strength is even superior to physical  and intellectual strength; and we can see in various ways that a man who has moral qualitieslasts longer than one who is devoid of them. Some hold that Darwin taught that strength is enough; that is, those who are physically strong ultimately survive. Superficial thinkers may believe that morality is of no use. But this is not Darwin’s view at all. We find from evidence of the early history of man that races without morality have completely disappeared. The people of Sodom and Gomorrah were extremely immoral and they are now therefore completely extinct. We can see even today how races without morality are steadily declining.

…. Among the Andaman islanders the husband looks after his wife only untill their child is weaned and begins to move about, and then heabandons her. That is, they do not have the quality of alturism,a nd utter selfishness prevails. The result is that the race is gradually dying out. Darwin shows that the slturistic instinct is present, to some extent, even in animals: timd birds display strength in defending their young. This shows that, if there had been no selflessness among animals, we should have in the world scarcely any life other than grass and poisonous flora. The main distinction between man and other animals is that man is more selfless than the animals. He has sacrificed his life for others in proportion to his strength, that is for his offspring, forhis family, his community and his country.

…. Nations are sustained neither by wealth nor by armies, but by rigteousness alone. It is the duty of man to bear this truth in mind and practise alturism, which is the highest form of morality.

Chapter Seven: Social Ideal

It is sometimes said that all morality involves socal relation…. love, kindness, genrositya and other qualities can be manifested only in relation to others. The force of loyalty can be demonstrated only in our relations with one another…. Truly speaking, there is no aspect of morality the benefit of which accures to the practitioner alone. Sometime it is said that truthullness and other virtues have nothing to do with the other person and are entirely personal. But we must admit that by telling the truth we prevent harm to another, just as by teling a lie or deceiving a person we do him some injury.

In the same way, when a man disapproves of certain laws or suctoms and withdraws from society, even then his acts affect society. Such a man lives in a world of ideals. He does not worry that the world of his ideals in not yet born. For him the mere thought that the prevailing standard is not good is enough is sufficient to impel him to resist it. He will constantly try to change people’s way of life to hiw own. This is how prophets have caused the world’s wheels to change their course.

So long as man remains selfish and does not care for the happiness of others, he is no better than an animal and perhaps worse. HIs superiority to the animal is seen only when we find him caring for his family. He is still more uhman, that is, much higher than the animal, when he extends his concept of the family to include his country or community as well. He climbs still higher in the scale when he comes to regard human race as his family…..

…. The higher morality must be comprehensive ; it must embrace all men. Considering our relation to mankind, every man has a claim over us, as it is our duty always to serve him. We should act on the assumption that we have no claim on others….

According to moral standard all men are equal. This is not to be interpreted to mean equality of position and function for all. It only means that, if i hold a high place, i also have the ability to shoulder its duties and responsibilities. I should not therefore lose my head and believe that men with smaller responsibilities are inferiors. Equality depends on the state of mind,a nd untill our mind reaches that state, we shall remain backward.

According to this moral standard no nation can rule another for selfish ends….

Moreover, according to this law, the stronger members of the state community have to protect, not to opress, the weaker ones…. The man following this high moral standard will never amass wealth. He who would be moral need not be scared away by the thought that hew follow this ideal morality; for he is master of his morality, not of its results. He will be considered guilty if he does not practice morality; but nobody will find fault with him if his moral behavious has no consequences for society.

Chapter Eight: Personal Morality

Let us now see what duty is to ourselves. Let us take, first, our private habits which are unknown to all but ourselves. We are responsible for them since they affect our character; but this is not all. We are responsible for them also because they affect others. very person ought to control his own impulses, and keep his soul as well as body clean. ‘tell me’ says a great man, ‘what a man’s private habits are and i shall tell you what he is or will be’….

Arguing on these lines and keeping one’s instincts pure, one should further consider how to put them in use…. Man’s highest duty in life is to serve mankind and take his share in bettering condition. That is true worship- true prayer….. Contribution to an ideal order of life is something everyone can aim at. With this aim in view the mother may legitemately rear her child, the lawyer may persue his profession, the merchant may carry on his business or trade and he working man may labour. A person with that fixed aim would never deviate from the path of morality, for if he did, he could not fulfill his aim of uplifting mankind.

…. We ought constantly to examine whether our ways of life tends to improve human life or to worsen it… A man’s value depends upon his way of life, not his status. One’s way of life is not to be judged by one’s visible outward actions, but by one’s inner leanings….

To Sum up, he aline is religious, he alone is happy and he alone is wealthy, who is sincere in himself, bears no malice, exploits no one and always acts witha pure mind. Such men alone can serve mankind. HOw can a damp matchstick kindle a log os wood? How can a man who does not practise morality teah it to another? How can a sinking man save another from drowning? The man who lives a moral life never raises the question as to how to serve the world, for he is never in doubt….

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Hey Namrata Ke Sagar…..

October 1, 2008 at 10:16 pm (Musings, Slice Of Life, Soliloquy, Videos)

Crossfire Films video of a bhajan written by Mahatma Gandhi, music composed by Ilayaraja, sung by Bhimsen Joshi and Pandit Ajoy Chakravarty recited by Amitabh Bachchan

Happy Gandhi Jayanthi

Love- Peace,
Samvartha ‘Sahil’

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Sabko Sanmati De Bhagwaan

October 1, 2008 at 7:40 pm (Musings, Slice Of Life, Soliloquy)

Ken Wiva,
poet
Playwright
Fist against
Shell oil’s might.

Oil of Ogoniland
Oozes and drains
Rows of cocoa, cassava yam.
Slain hero
Okonko’s hoe
Again lies in vain.

From Lagos to London and Holland
Dollars decorate the road
Like a miracle from an oracle’s wand
Pound and Gilder
Girdle Africa’s ankles and hands.

Torso of Ogoniland
Is riddled by the junta
Flames leap up from the rigs
Fly-ash fills the sky.

Ken,
You were killed
On a cloudy night.

Heavy,
The sky
Wept acid-rain
In the streets and the slums
Courtyards of Prisons
A torrent of tears flooded Nigeria’s terrain.
Ken, sorrow of Agonyland.

Niger,
Deep in your delta there’s oil
It boils;
Fresh in your heart there’s blood
It curdles;
Full in your eyes there’s water
It wells.

Nigeria,
Across your beautiful body
Pipelines crisis cross like veins
Blood circulates as oil.

Ken,
You were courageous
Like Okonko
But not keen.

Poet Playwright
Fist against
Hell’s might.

Like the shattered Okonko
You faltered.
Your fist
Was not clenched
In the fight.

Poems and plays–
They’re fine.
They too are weapons
Landmines
In the pathways of the enemy’s mind.

But Abacha
Was a confirmed butcher
Backed by a John Major
And a no-regret Thatcher.
They rule as not by penning sonnets
But by piercing wombs with bayonets.

When they hung Okonko
Perhaps they did not know.
When the Ogonis were shot
It didn’t register a spot.
Anger, you gulped and swallowed
As you walked up the gallows.

But,
It was a lesson
You learned too late.

Your pen
Playwright
Should’ve been backed
By the gun, alright.

Viva Ken,
Poet,
playwright
Wake up
Its past night
Your corpse sleeps in the coffin
Your spirit fills the air.
Stab the heart
That pumps out oil,
Shell the brain
That causes the drain,
Avenge the Saros of humankind.

This poem was written in memory of Ken Saro Wiva, who was a poet playwright and an environmental activist from Nigeria, Africa.

Ken was born in Nigeria in 1941 and he studied in the University of Ibadan. He was hanged by the regime of Nigeria lead by Abacha in the year 1995 (10th of November) though he was not proved guilty of being responsible for the death of four people during the march taken on the eve of world labor day that year.

Ken was an environmental activist who fought for the cause of Ogoni people in Nigeria who were being affected by the multinational Shell Oil Company who had set up their business in Nigeria with the help of the Nigerian regime.

Ken Viva had authored A Forest of Flowers (1987) which was shortlisted for the Commonwealth Writer’s Prize, Sozaboy: A Novel in Rotten English (1985), Basi and Company: A Modern African Folktale (1987) and Prisoner of Jebs (1988). His collection of poems is titled Songs in a Time of War (1985) His play Basi and Company became a long running television comedy series of eighty episodes.

The judicial murder of Ken was opposed by human right activist worldwide but it failed to change the decision of the regime and Ken walked to the dark saying “you can kill me but not my thoughts, I know I have the moral victory”

The above quoted poem was written by Prem alias Saket Rajan, a Kannadiga, the poem was a reaction to the judicial murder of Ken Wiva in the year 1995.

An alumni and a gold-medalist from Indian Institute of Mass Communication, Delhi Saket Rajan alias Prem also authored the work Making History in two volumes. He led the naxal movement in the Malnad region of Karnataka.

Saket believed that Ken’s movement would have been victorious if it was backed by the gun and on the 6th of February 2005, Saket was shot dead in an encounter in Menasinahadya of Karnataka. His gun was lying next to his corpse.

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 “Man lives freely only by his readiness to die….. Every murder or other injury no matter for what cause committed or inflicted on another is a crime against humanity”
- Gandhi in Harijan on 20th July 1935.

“Wherever there are jars, wherever you are confronted with an opponent, conquer him with love”
- Gandhi in Young India on 1st October 1931.

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Sabko Sanmanti De Bhagwan

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