To believe or not to believe…

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John Barrymore as Hamlet (1922)

To be, or not to be, that is the question

— Hamlet, Shakespeare, Act 3, scene 1

 

To believe or not to believe has become the dilemma of the twentieth century intellectual with Stephen Hawking paving the way to disbelief.

As we bow down under the weight of existentialist dilemmas and develop six packs and slim abs, we profess not to believe what we cannot see. Some even trace it to religion being divisive, creating barriers and brainwashing humankind with ritualistic and typified role playing.

The term atheism has its etymological roots deep in 5 th century BCE. However, it came into play only around the French revolution. And then as the disbelievers grew in numbers, people did surveys. According to studies done in the last decade, less than fifteen percent of the world population do not believe.

Looking at the historic evolution of disbelievers, I would say they have been and continue to remain a minority, except perhaps in China where the red revolution wiped away all gods except communism. Even if the current government is restoring holidays during older festivals along with Mao’s birthday and Chinese new year, the wounds that lacerated the theists will take time to heal. After Mao and free thinking took its toll, a survey taken in 2015 stated 61 per cent of the population were atheists!

I feel in most of the non-communist world,  disbelief has remained the privilege of those who have the education and time to debate and question.

However in China, where I spent eight years, my Ayi ( my housekeeper, literal translation aunty) from Xian told me how she remembered the soldiers coming and destroying their family altar and asking them to replace it with Mao’s picture. That must not have been a very easy situation for believers. The post Mao university educated youth in China mostly informed me they were ‘free thinkers’. I really do not understand what that means since all of us are free thinkers. We are all free to think what we like. Though I did notice one thing, the mass sterilization of religious beliefs made people more docile and tolerant; or was it centuries of subservience, first to emperors and then to political ideology( twentieth century guru Harari called communism a ‘religion’), that had made them docile?

I wonder if Mao could have converted all of the population in the area we label India now into becoming disbelievers or free thinkers as in China? Would the people have forgone centuries of belief and spiritual quest to take on the yolk of a new belief system?

The vehemence with which people react to belief and disbelief is in itself astounding. Mobs form, political parties make it their agenda. There have been Klu Klux Klan-like reactions all over the world towards religion or the lack of it. The nineteenth century white supremacist group was not only anti-black but also developed sentiments that were  anti-Catholic and anti-immigration. Though there were laws to subdue the hate group, did these sentiments die out or are they still simmering secretly?

The rise of Modi in India has brought to the fore the large divide between the formerly voiceless non-monied and the monied with loud voices. In The Billionaire Raj (2018), James Crabtree talks of how the non-monied masses reacted to speeches directed against the divide that existed between the unschooled non-affluent masses and the elitist, affluent population, who despite being lesser in number were more vocal. Religion or perhaps, we should say practices and rituals, for the non-monied was a way of life and continued being so; the fanning of differences already having been instilled by the divide and rule used by the the erstwhile British Raj.

Dominique La Pierre and Larry Collins in Freedom at Midnight (1975)  talk of how independence for each Indian meant a different thing. Some rejoiced. And some wept. Eminent lawyer and journalist Khushwant Singh who had lost his home in the other nation recalled:“I had nothing to rejoice about. For me and millions like me (in both India and Pakistan), this Independence Day was a tragedy, They mutilated Punjab, and I had lost everything.” In this case, it was called religious rioting.

Did the difference in beliefs exist all along and, therefore, could be fanned leading to a state of orgiastic frenzy that ultimately led to mass killings? Was it any different from what the Red Army did in China? Historically, is it differences in faith that lead to war or is it a lust for power, land and wealth cloaked behind a system of beliefs?

The thing that frightens me most is the intolerant violence with which people believe or disbelieve — perhaps much in the tradition of big Endians and little Endians (from Jonathan Swift’s Gulliver’s Travels).

In China, the Red Army has been quietened. There are no strong reactions or mobs. These have all been outlawed. People seem happy. Once, in a while, the government subdues protests or anger against some people or situation. But, more or less, all is quiet on the Chinese population front, with due apologies to Erich Maria Remarque. But on the other hand, few young university educated free thinking Chinese friends told me that dilletante activities like writing books had also been purged in China… Intellectuals had been purged…

While my atheist friends continue to disbelieve, I wonder, is it only in God, or in things related to creation myths, to the existence of light and dark, to the existence of anything they cannot see or invent themselves? It is good to question. However, I do not fancy reinventing the wheel or the alphabet. I would much rather use one for travel and the other for writing out my ideas.

Sometimes, I wonder how ideas come into my head? Who creates thoughts? Who or what puts it there? Why is it I have an urge to write and Madonna sings like a lark? What is the phenomenon that created DNA? Who decides how and when life forms are created  to populate earth? Who or what made the Big Bang happen so that we all came into existence? Who or what creates and destroys life? Do we have right to destroy that which we cannot make?

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sleep, Sleep…

IMG_0246March 16 th 2018 was declared World Sleep Day.

This could have been the day when Kumbhakarna of the Ramayana and Rip Van Winkle of the Sleepy Hollow might have been eulogized as role models had the movement started a couple of hundred years ago.

But the movement took off only in 2008.

Through this day, awareness for the necessity of sleep in our lives is said to be raised. Essays and papers have to be written beforehand. There might have been some whose nightly slumbers were interrupted due to the cogitations they faced while writing papers on sleep but they could not dose or indulge in what they wanted to recommend for others, as then their thesis would have gone unrecorded. My take on sleep has been written after a good night of somnambulant ramblings. I believe sleep deprivation has become a modern day syndrome because we have always regarded Kumbhakarna and Rip Van Winkle as eccentric personalities.

The thing to do now is to idolize these two characters.

If you fancy being Kumbhakarna, this is what you start doing. You sleep and you sleep…. but you cannot snore like he did because if you snore while sleeping, it is considered unhealthy. Perhaps a series of conferences to discuss how to sleep without snoring will be held soon. And then, a course to teach you to sleep without the interruption of snores will be started. Somebody posted on Facebook that three different kind of snores were being researched and the third one was life threatening. So, you could die snoring … perhaps they will harness the power of the deadly snore as a weapon eventually for wars between different powers, the little “guys” who like to shoot missiles hither and thither in playful abandon and the “not-so- fake” politicians who can press a button and annihilate a city between spoonfuls of chocolate cake with visiting dignitaries.

In my childhood, I had heard stories of Kumbhakarna’s snores while he slept. However, none of his snores were described as deadly but his appetite was! He was said to devour humankind by the dozens when he woke up from his six month long slumber, much like weapons do mankind. If you idolize Kumbhakarna, you can sleep for six months in a year and wake up when elephant hordes rumble over you. Outwitted by Saraswati, the goddess of learning and wisdom, Kumbhakarna asked Brahma the creator to grant him sleep instead of the ability to destroy the devas or the gods from Indian mythology. Perhaps he was wiser than we think… maybe he had the foresight to see that in the future mankind would suffer from sleep deprivation and he was not really tricked but actually, it was he who conned Indra, the king of the devas, and Swaraswati into thinking he had been outwitted! Kumbhakarna knew his day would come… and, perhaps, that is why the 32 nd highest peak in the world has been named after him. It lies in the vicinity of the Kanchenjunga. And is not an easy climb…

If, however, you want to follow in the footsteps of Rip Van Winkle, you need to sleep longer. He slept through the whole American Revolution under the influence of faerie liquor. To sleep through a whole revolution and beyond, for two whole decades without snoring (no one has said good old Rip was given to snoring), is a skill that victims of current day crisis would do well to imbibe. Maybe, if the victims who succumbed to bomb violence had slept peacefully without snoring all the while, they could not have been victimized, be it in towers, homes or villages. Of course, given the current invasive weaponry, they would have had to conduct their somnambulant venture inside a bomb shelter! However, they might have evaded all the controversy, displacement and violence and be still living as was good old Rip was in the Catskill mountain by the Sleepy Hollow. That time there was no weaponry to annihilate people by pressing buttons, shooting missiles and jumping with glee.

To celebrate their greatness we now we need to build monuments to these two giants, the two super sleepers. Hopefully, the construction of these will not start another raging controversy among adherents of the two different legendary sleepers.

The other thing that concerns me is the fate of one of my favorite songs…

 

“ Sleep, sleep! I couldn’t sleep tonight

   Not for all the jewels in the crown…”

 

This song sung by the lovely Eliza Doolittle in My Fair lady of Hollywood make would perhaps have to belong to the restricted section of an audio library! Or, maybe, the lyrics could be altered from

 

“ I could have danced all night”

 

to

 

“ I could have slept all night…”

 

Or, could it be, horror of horrors, banned forever?

 

Book of the Week

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Title: The Scarlet Pimpernel
Author: Baroness Orczy

The Scarlet Pimpernel appeared at the turn of the century. It is a lucid, well written, fictitious adventure set in the course of the French revolution, 1792 to be exact…when Robespierre reigned and the guillotine ruled.

It is the story of a brave, debonair Briton and his friends who rescued French aristocrats hounded out of their lives by their countrymen if they remained where they were born. The leader of the group is nicknamed Scarlet Pimpernel as he always signs his notes with the red star shaped flower. He himself composes a funny doggerel  on his elusiveness, which he recites to the amusement of his countrymen.

“We seek him here, we seek him there,

Those Frenchies seek him everywhere.

Is he in heaven?–Is he in hell?

The demmed, elusive Pimpernel?”

The hero poses as an empty-headed fop and eludes the French spies in pursuit of him with his quick wit. It is a novel filled with suspense,  romance and adventure. Set between France and England, it tells of a group of brave men who out of humanitarian concerns rescued the innocent from the guillotine.

What makes the novel remarkable in today’s context is that countries collaborate to find homes for refugees driven out by mob violence. In the book, help and shelter was given freely to the emigres, individuals displaced from their country, home and hearth and driven to extremes by violence and hatred of others. Orczy makes us think…could masses driven by envy, greed, hunger, outrage and anger ever mete out justice to anyone? Could the uneducated who just wanted a good life and more wealth even understand the concept of Liberte- Egalite-Fraternite the famous motto of the revolution? Here is how Orczy describes France when her French heroine, the actress Marguerite, lands on the shores of her country.

She was back in that country where at this very moment men slaughtered their fellow-creatures by the hundreds, and sent innocent women and children in thousands to the block…The men all wore red caps–in various stages of cleanliness–but all with the tricolor cockade pinned on the left-hand side. Marguerite noticed with a shudder that, instead of laughing, merry countenance habitual to her own countrymen,their faces invariably wore a look of sly distrust.
Every man nowadays was a spy on fellows…

Has this not been the story of revolutions and freedom movements worldwide? Do common people really profit by changes in the form of governance ? I remember reading similar things in Larry Collins and Dominique Lapierre famed Freedom at Midnight. Neighbours and friends fought for differences they had lived with amicably for hundreds of years for satisfying the political need of having borders. Every person is depicted as interpreting Indian independence in their own terms, the beggar dreams of food and home and politicians dream of a socialist democracy…were any of them fully satisfied? Can the millions killed in the name of borders of religion and countries ever be justified? Or, in China, could the Red Army violence against a social system (as depicted in Ping Pong Diplomacy) be justified? Similarly, could the hate-filled mobs during the reign of terror be condoned as decent, educated perpetrators of justice?

I absolutely think reading this book is a must in context of the world developments of today. Perhaps, we need a number of Scarlet Pimpernels to rescue those in need and to instill a feeling of bon homie among the different races created by borders drawn by mankind.

The Creators

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Jamie was terrified despite the voice in his head urging him to calm down. He had grown up in a civilization of fear, greed and pain. He could not understand what was going on. Perhaps, these people would trick him and kill him…for being different. He started running. He was puny and weak. He could not run very fast, he knew.

Suddenly, he felt a firm grip around himself. Somebody was lifting him up unceremoniously.

“ Gorge hold him tight!” Jasmine was shouting. Suddenly, Jamie felt a whiff of something and he passed out.

“ I am sorry that I was forced to use the tranquillizer spray,” said Jasmine. “ I had no choice. He is too scared to listen. We need to be out of here to calm him down.”

“We could go back to my dimension,” suggested Gorge.

“No. That would be too dangerous. The mind police were already onto Jolyn. They would have lost track temporarily. But, they will be looking for her in your dimension definitely. We will pinge to a cloud and float into the magical dimension. The magical dimension has spells around it to prevent pinging. If Jamie wakes up on the cloud, he should be all right.”

“How can we ride a cloud?”said Jacinth. “It is only mist from water vapor.”

“We have worked round that in our dimension. Wait and watch.”

“Even if we float on a cloud, how could we steer it into the right dimension?” asked Gorge.

“Watch…everything is possible. I will need you to take care of Jamie for a little while as I sync my mind with the cloud to give it directions,” said Jasmine.

“This is so fantastic!” said Jolyn. “I have always wondered what the world would look like from the top of a cloud!”

“We are going to become too big a group to pinge together eventually. Thankfully, in the magical dimension they have other modes for inter-dimensional travel,”said Jasmine.

All this while, JaJa had been clinging to Jacinth and chattering in her own lingo.

Jasmine held onto Jamie’s hand, put JaJa on her shoulder and the others just clung to her arms. She asked Jolyn to help her clap the tong as she was using one of her hands to hold Jamie,who continued to lie limp on Gorge’s shoulder. They pinged and landed on a soft surface. It felt like damp sand. Around them were blue skies and a warm sun which was muted by a mist from the cloud.

Jasmine, took off her mask, closed her eyes and seemed to go into a trance. The air was really clean. The others took off their masks and caps. Gorge had put Jamie down. Jamie started stirring a little. Gorge picked him up again and waited for Jasmine to finish her telepathic syncing. Jamie knocked off again. Jasmine opened her eyes and said, “We need to revive Jamie and now have the time to convince him to team with us.”

“Should I drop him?”asked Gorge.

“No. Be gentle. I will spray him with a mist of oxygenated water from this can and wake him up feeling fresh…” said Jasmine taking out a can from her backpack.

As she sprayed Jamie, he woke up with a jerk.

“Where …what….haah!” he screamed again seeing the strange group around him, especially, Jolyn, Gorge and JaJa.

“You cannot go anywhere from here,” said Gorge firmly. “Better calm down and listen to the lady. We are on a cloud…”

“Just as in my dream…except…I was alone with her and none of you were there… What happened to your hair?” said Jamie.

“It is naturally like that,” replied Jolyn.

“Yes. I am Jasmine. I know about your dream because I projected them to you to prepare you. We are all from different dimensions. Do you believe in multi-dimensional existence”

“What is that?” said Jamie.

“There are many dimensions on the Earth. The same person can exist in parallel realities. We are all different forms of you Jamie, except for Gorge,” she said pointing to Gorge.

“How can I be a woman or that strange thing in other realities?” he asked.

“The sex or form can be different in different dimensions. Like Jolyn and Gorge are from the bubbleverse. So, their hair is different. The ‘strange thing’ is JaJa  from the golliwog dimension. She is also one of us. She can communicate with the mind like me. Jacinth is from the dimension that was created first of all. I am from the creative dimension. It was created just after Jacinth’s. You are from the dimension where Earth has been destroyed by World War 3. In the other dimensions, there has been no third World War. In Jacinth’s dimension, there have been two wars. None of the other dimensions faced the world wars.” As Jasmine spoke, she pointed out the persons to Jamie.

“This is bizarre and mind boggling…but so is riding on a cloud… Why am I even here and where are we headed?” said Jamie.

“We are headed for the magical dimension. You are here because you think different from others. You can sense what other’s are thinking and have a powerful mind. We are all running away from the mind police as it expects us to conform to the rules laid by the creative dimension. In my dimension, we create different realities by thinking of them. But the councilors, who combine energies to create new dimensions, like to segregate all the creations from knowing of each other’s existence. I feel we should be more open and have intra-dimensional interactions. We should be allowed to intermingle with others who have similar mind waves to us and we should have an open world. Keeping that in mind, I, a mere student, suggested a new dimension where creatures from all dimensions are allowed to co-exist. The councilors think the idea is immature and I am still too young to create but can only contribute my mind to realize their visions. They will kill me for the difference in perspective. So, they have put the mind police at my heels and with instructions to destroy all my parallel selves in the other realities. They managed to trace Jolyn already. We will be safe in the magical dimension where they have defenses against the creator’s dimension. The magical dimension found  out the creators ages ago. Luckily, they are a happy lot and very open,”explained Jasmine.

“It is going to take me time to absorb all this and move on from there. I did not meet any mind police by the way. Are you sure I am the right person?”asked Jamie

“The mind police operates with thought waves.They can kill by projecting negative images. You are lucky, they have not yet traced you. And, yes, you are the right person. You could see the dreams I projected to you. If I am not mistaken, you can read our minds and receive messages telepathically from me when you are calm. You will be another strong telepathic persona because you never succumbed to the world around you. You continued being different …unlike the others who fitted into life in their own dimensions. You, like me, never fitted in.”

Jolyn and Jacinth were trying to see what lay below the cloud but that was a trifle difficult as the cloud had a misty opacity. Jacinth gave up and just enjoyed the sensation of floating endlessly. Jolyn looked at the distant land that could be seen vaguely beyond the mist.

The cloud seemed to be hitting something solid…what could it be?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Our world

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This is the world of our dreams.
I see rainbows dotting the streams,
Vibrant colors reflected from the sun’s rays,
Paint the world in myriad ways
Creating an aurora of of brilliance
In which life teems in millions.
Colors and tunes harmonize
Breeding a plethora of styles.
Zillions of stars smile and among themselves converse…
‘How abundant, how wonderful is this creation, this universe!’

This is the world of our nightmares.
People running down the stairs,
Rushing, pushing, shoving.
Gore and blood dripping.
Bombs dropped, homes torn,
Children standing forlorn.
Adults seething with rage
Drawing lines of hate,
Borders, color and creed,
Differences that anger breed.
Life is overtaken by greed.

Then will come the great flood
That will wash away the bad blood.
And again, in my land of dreams,
I will see the rainbow dotting the streams…

The Birth of a Nation

Independence Day?

The birth of a nation.
Cause for elation?
Or the reason for a dirge?
Another boundary sworn.
Happy memories gone.
Families torn.
Gore, bloodshed.
Swords drawn.
Enemies shot.
Lives shorn.
People adrift.
Rootless, anchorless,
Boats without mooring.
Branches torn,
Life shredded with violence.
Hatred, intolerance,
Race, religion, creed,
More reasons that fill our heart
With thoughts that draw us apart.
Is this our dream, our celebration?

Dream

A sense of elation,
A feeling of exhilaration
Envelopes my being as I leap
From cloud to cloud
Holding onto your hand.
I feel the cool mistiness
Encompass our bodies
Binding us closer than
A body and a soul.
I feel your being permeate my own.
Then as you and I cease to exist,
I find a new Me.
As we come to rest on land.
I look about and see
Green hills around the turquoise sea.
At the start, white beaches of sand
Meet the lush green foliage.
There, I find Tagore and Khayyam
Walk together among grape vines.
There, I see the Olympians rise
And Indra greet them with a smile.
On a distant hill, Garuda flies
And Icarus learns the techniques of flight.
This is a land without limits.
A land for dreamers.
For you and me,
For minds that stretch out to meet,
A land where sands of time drift away,
A land where Titian’s golden sunsets can be seen.
This is where dreams turn to reality,
Where unicorns jump on rainbow springs,
Where whispers turn to rustling leaves,
Where lady bugs are found in purple and gold,
And exotic flowers bloom untold,
Where every child’s dream has its roots,
From where come the shoots
Of all that is…….
The start of
All creation and of Being.