Showing posts with label Edgar Cayce. Show all posts
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Sunday, 20 September 2015

COMMUNICATION FROM OTHER PLANES?


NATIVE   CHARM

COMMUNICATION FROM OTHER PLANES?


Belief in communication from  other planes- superhuman sources, discarnate spirits, distant places, etc is widespread. Dreams are the most widely shared and reported phenomenon.It is shared by people all over the world, irrespective of racial, religious and linguistic differences. While one section of the 'rationalist' academia dismiss such beliefs as superstition. other sections like psychologists, parapsychologists,etc are busy analysing the contents of such experiences. Freud and Jung did pioneering work in this regard and they have numerous followers everywhere even to day. Many scientists and inventors have reported getting solutions in dreams. The birth of great souls and Avataras like the Buddha and Christ was announced by dreams of their mothers. Rationalists may prattle anything; humanity's experience is more ancient, and universal.



Maya Devi, mother of Buddha, dreaming of the birth of the Blessed One! 
Public domain via Wikimedia commons.


One difficulty faced here is that there is obviously no objective standard to go by- we cannot test a dream or communication in a lab. Scientific instruments may monitor the brain or other bodily function and confirm that some one is having dream or experiencing dreamless sleep, but only the subject can reveal the contents. Also, the dreams and other communications are obviously from different sources, of varying levels of correctness, and it is difficult to standardise.




Sigmund Freud contributed important ideas on interpretation of dreams.
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Again, while one may have a dream, it may be in symbols and one needs to interpret- but there is no standard way of interpreting. So much is written on the subject, one is not sure of what is right.




Carl Jung, first follower of Freud, then branched of on his own. His theories on dreams are more comprehensive.
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But for individuals who want to study and understand the matter, there is no difficulty. One has to keep a careful note of such things and analyse them in the light of one's own experience over a period of time.. There is no other guide. Of course in our tradition, there is a standard way of interpreting some symbols such as animals, birds, etc, or events such as being splashed with mud,  getting hands dirty, etc.


In general, as for dreams, there is either a literal or symbolic way of understanding, and it differs with individuals. With my mother, it was always symbolic. Once, when I was writing my final PUC exams, she dreamt one day that a huge cobra with raised hood got into the place where I was sleeping and got under my blanket. It so frightened her that she got up perspiring, and failed to note whether the snake actually bit me! My grand mother interpreted it as a good sign, and said that  getting bitten (in the dream, of course) was even better! Later, I passed with good marks and so the dream was felt to be benign, and the interpretation,correct.

But my wife gets dreams which are literal. There are at least three stunning instances.


1. Just after the third child was born, she dreamt that we were all walking in a vast open area surrounded by water-  we were in fact walking through the water; it was so extensive, but there was no sense of fear. She was carrying an infant in her arms. But within weeks of his birth I lost my father and according to priestly advice, we had to go to Rameswaram to perform the last rites. Those who have been there know how extensive is the water there and how shallow it is! We can walk far into the sea, which is like a lake without waves! And she had to walk into the water, carrying the child in her arms!

Agnithirtham at Rameswaram-where pilgrims are having holy dip!
Picture taken from:www.ghumakkar.com.Acknowledged with thanks.


2. Once she dreamt that she was sitting on the steps of our old house, with our second boy on her lap. (We were then living in an apartment, having  vacated the old house.) In front of the house was a row of cheap multi-storied flats built by the govt in the name of slum-clearance. Suddenly, she saw the huge buildings collapse, with debris falling all over, and in a few moments there was only rubble where the buildings had stood! But the child was safe on her lap. She got up greatly worried. This boy was then staying in Washington DC and studying. But that day, the  WTC towers collapsed in the US and the Pentagon was also attacked. Even as we were watching the TV greatly worried, the boy telephoned from Washington to say he was safe.

WTC towers burning! View from the Statue of Liberty.
National Park Service.


3. This dream also occurred while we were living in a rented flat. She dreamt that something wrapped in white sheets, which looked like a dead body, entered our building complex. It was accompanied by a small crowd. I was at that time working in a different place; she was alone here with the children for the sake of education. She was terribly worried and telephoned me to find out all was well. But on the very next day, a casket, wrapped in white sheets as she had seen in the dream, arrived in our building complex. It contained the body of some resident of the complex, who had died elsewhere and the body had come by air!


One really does not know what to make of dreams. And often, dreams do frighten us, or at least make us uneasy. One does not know whether they convey intimations of things to happen, and if so, how soon or when; or are mere reflections of our own thoughts. Whatever the books- new or old- may say, one should be guided by one's own record and experience. The best policy seems to be not to anticipate dreams as some sort of divine communication. Certainly, not all dreams are divinely inspired. And when we do get dreams, it is better to say traditional prayers seeking to nullify the effects of dreams, or to read the relevant chapter in Sundara Kandam, and rely on God, rather than on such dreams.


There is another class of communication from discarnate spirits. Now, parapsychologists and even medical doctors are investigating phenomena such as "Near Death Experience" (NDE), hypnotic regression and recall of past lives, etc. But one should not become naive to believe anything.  God has mercifully hid from us all memory of past lives- even the memories of this one lifetime are unbearable for many of us. Like Macbeth, we all feel like crying at times:

Canst thou not minister to a  mind diseased,
And pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow;
Raze out the written troubles of the brain
And with some sweet oblivious antidote
Clease the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff
Which weighs upn the heart?

Macbeth, Act 5,Scene 3.lines 43-48

Why then should we seek to load ourselves with memories of past lives?



Edgar Cayce, an exceptionally gifted psychic who received communications from spirits while in trance. Personally, he was a pious Christian, and humble, and never  profited  materially from his psychic gifts.
This is a picture which appeared in 1910 in New York Times.
Records of thousands of "readings" he gave for people have been preserved. The information revealed there often go counter to the official dogma of his faith!People like Cayce are extremely rare.



In the same way, it is not a healthy idea to seek to establish communion with the dead. No one becomes wiser after death.There are surely cases where a dead relative has appeared to someone in a dream, and revealed the location of a lost object or some such thing. But it is a different matter to seek to commune with discarnate spirits. Saints tell us that we are not sure what type of spirits will be contacted and we lack control over them. So this is to be avoided totally.

However, there may be genuine contacts occurring spontaneously- these are one time events, and not deliberately sought.

While in Nagpur, my friend Neville was preparing for MA (Political science ) exam in the Nagpur University. I was studying along with him, just to give company. One day during the final exam, early in the morning, an aunt of his was shot dead by a mentally unstable relative. This friend
was shattered and he could not recall anything that he had studied. He was sitting in his chair in a dazed, depressed condition, having decided not to appear for the exam. Probably, he dozed off a bit. Suddenly,he woke up with a  jolt. He felt a soothing hand on his shoulders, and heard the voice of his elder brother Hillary: 'Neville, don't bother. Go and write the exam'. He looked around, and found no one. The point is, this brother Hillary had died 15 years before! Neville did write the exam, and passed with flying colours. He was a very devout catholic, and would not try to contact spirits on his own. This experience was all spontaneous.


Nearer home, we had another experience. My father in law was a small-time lawyer in a small town in Tamil Nad. In spite of  over 40 years of practice, his clientele was small, and his income modest, just adequate. Once I asked him about it. He told me that it was not his aim or practice to accept all or any cases that came to him. He would first have to determine whether the party was telling the truth, whether his case was just and fair. Only then he would accept the case. As a rule, he would not take up family matters, especially divorce cases. His choice was therefore limited, and he was happy about it. 


One of his sons studied law but by the time he qualified, my father in law had passed away. In those early months after he set up independent practice, my wife had gone for a visit to her place. One day, the brother in law returned from court, saying  he got a new case that day. On enquiry, he revealed that it was a divorce matter. Immediately, his sister reacted: "But why ? Father would never take up a divorce case". He simply said that it was difficult to get cases as it was, and he could not afford to be too choosy. He kept the paper on the rack, and the matter was dropped. 


The next morning, after his usual coffee, he went to his office and sat on the chair. A framed photo of my father in law hung above the chair on the wall. The rack containing case files was on his side. Sitting on the chair, he just extended his right hand  to pick up the paper relating to the divorce case he had kept on the rack the previous evening. And lo, something  stung him on his ring finger, and there was sharp pain! He withdrew his hand in a hurry, and a big brown scorpion fell down! 


Now, how do you interpret this? Do you take it that my father in law was communicating through the scorpion that he was not pleased with his son taking up divorce cases, something his sister had tried to convey the previous evening? 

We thus see that we have different levels and means of communication, but we cannot always interpret them!


Monday, 11 August 2014

Do We Think Alike?



                              POEMS  AND POETS

            32. Do We Think Alike?


Science is spreading a uniform view of the Universe. International commerce is promoting a uniform lifestyle. Education is advancing set ideas and pet theories as the mainstream standard. In most countries of the third world, westernisation is taken to be modernisation. But, still, do we all think alike, or react in the same manner, when we watch a movie or read a poem or a novel? However much we may conform in matters of external conduct, there is an inner core which is individual.


Organised religion teaches its doctrines formally to its adherents. There is the Sunday school for Christians, for instance. The Bible is common, but each denomination teaches it in its own way. When it comes to practice, Roman Catholicism is the most ritual-based, with its Mass, 7 Sacraments, Confession, its Saints and Novenas, etc! In some respects it runs parallel to our Hinduism, especially with its chantings in Latin! But Hinduism is not formally taught, and it is not organised, with a central authority or a hierarchy.Hindu children only absorb what the elders practice. It is only later that they may learn things formally.This is also mainly due to external pressure.Hindus now face intense propaganda by other religions directly; indirectly, the English language media in India merely echoes a predominantly Western view on everything. So thoughtful Hindus have to understand where they stand. G.K.Chesterton said in his 'HERETICS':
"Truths turn into dogmas the instant they are disputed. Thus every man who utters a doubt defines a religion. And the scepticism of our time does not really destroy the beliefs, rather it creates them; gives them their limits and their plain and defiant shape."
                                                                            From: Heretics (1905)
                                                                             Concluding Remarks.

So, the Hindu who merely followed his dharma is now required to proclaim his faith- matam!


One of the things hotly debated is rebirth,called by the West,reincarnation.Along with 'Karma' it is a basic tenet of Hindu theory and practice. It has been held that this concept is not there in the Bible, and is therefore un-Christian. However, recent scholarship has tried to establish that the ancient Church authorities ( Origen, for eg) believed it, and it was only at the Second Council of Constantinople in 553 AD that this doctrine was declared a heresy.


Historically, we find many leading personalities from different walks of life expressing  belief in rebirth. We may count among them: Benjamin Franklin, Jack London, Leo Tolstoy, Napoleon, Emerson, Thoreau,
Schweitzer, Nietzsche, Carl Jung, Socrates, Pythagoras, Voltaire. Even Jesus Christ is recorded in the Gnostic Gospels as having expressed this. We may read some remarks made by some remarkable people.

Mark Twain:


 "I have been born more times than anybody except Krishna."

Henry Ford:


" I adopted the theory of reincarnation when I was 26. Genius is experience. Some seem to think that it is a gift or talent, but it is the fruit of long experience in many lives."

Goethe:


"As long as you are not aware of the continued history of Die & Be again, you are merely a vague guest on a dark earth."

Jalaluddin Rumi

" I died as a mineral and became a plant, I died as a plant and rose to animal, I died as animal and was man. Why should I fear? When was I less by dying?"

Arthur Schopenhauer:

"Were  an Asiatic to ask me for a definition of Europe, I should be forced to answer him: It is that part of the world which is haunted by the incredible delusion that man was created out of nothing, and that his present birth is his first entrance into life."

There are lot of surveys and research studies . It is said that about 20% of the people of the West now believe in reincarnation. But the result of some studies can be hilarious, as when people claim that they had been famous personalities of the past! Edgar Cayce, an authentic psychic of the last century gave past-life readings for many people, some of them going back to the times of Christ, and ancient Egypt and Rome. One well known case of recent times was that of the famous Hollywood star Glenn Ford. Under hypnotic regression, he recalled five past births. One of them was as a cavalryman under Louis XIV of France. Though Ford knew only a few French words, when he recalled his French birth,he spoke fluent French. When the recording was made available to UCLA, they found that not only was the French fluent, but it was actually a dialect spoken in the 17th Century!

Poets have their own approach. Here is one.

Paul Hamilton Hayne

PRE-EXISTENCE

While sauntering through the crowded street,
Some half-remembered face I meet,

Albeit upon no mortal shore
That face, me thinks, has smiled before.

Lost in a gay and festal throng,
I tremble at some tender song,-

Set to an air whose golden bars
I must have heard in other stars.

In sacred aisles I pause to share
The blessings of a priestly prayer,-

When the whole scene which greets mine eyes
In some strange mode I recognize

As one whose every mystic part
I feel prefigured in my heart.

At sunset, as I calmly stand,
A stranger on an alien strand,

Familiar as my childhood's home
Seems the long stretch of wave and foam

One sails toward me o'er the bay,
And what he comes to do and say

I can foretell. A prescient lore
Springs from some life outlived of yore.

O swift,instinctive,startling gleams
Of deep soul-knowledge! not as dreams

Foe aye ye vaguely dawn and die,
But oft with lightning certainty

Pierce through the dark, oblivious brain,
To make old thoughts and memories plain,

Thoughts which perchance must travel back
Across the wild,bewildering track

Of countless aeons; memories far,
High-reaching yon pallid star,

Unknown, scarce seen, whose flickering grace
Faints on the outmost  rings of space!

Such moments have to be experienced!

Hindus have an image of Prosperity (Lakshmi or Sri) and its opposite as two sisters, prosperity being the younger one.It is said that the elder one is steadfast while the younger is fickle! In the olden days money used to be in coins and circular in shape. So it was said that she would not stick to a place, but was ever ready to roll away! But today, money is mostly paper. We may hold it tight in lockers or accounts, but the Finance Minister will quietly knock away say a 10% annually by way of inflation! Physical assets are illiquid, and financial assets face depreciation! One really wonders how the Rich Dads of the world manage to remain so!

Imagine my surprise when I came upon an English poem, containing this very thought!

John Hay

GOOD AND BAD LUCK

Good Luck is the gayest of all girls;
     Long in one place she will not stay:
Back from your brow she strokes the curls,
     Kisses you quick and flies away.

But Madame Bad Luck soberly comes
     And stays- no fancy has she for flitting;
Snatches of true love-songs she hums,
     And sits by your bed, and brings her knitting.

Should we get depressed by such thoughts? Once a Fakir came to emperor Akbar's place. The orders were that a Fakir should be allowed to go to the emperor any time. So  he went to the royal chambers. Akbar was found praying, so the Fakir waited. After a while, he got up and tried to leave. Akbar stopped him, asking why he was leaving and saying no one coming to the Emperor should return empty handed. The Fakir told him: Your Majesty! I came here to ask for something. But I found you begging for everything from God! Why should I beg from another beggar? So I am going!"

So, we know what is the Source! Theology is an endless maze. Lakshmi may be fickle with human beings,but she never leaves Narayana, her Lord. So if we catch the Lord, she will also automatically come! We really mostly do not know what to ask for! It is said: success is having what you want,  happiness is wanting what you have! So, Sages and Incarnations advise us: Seek ye first the kingdom of God, all these things will be given to you! Yogakshemam vahamyaham- I supply what you need, and protect what you have- says Krishna in the Gita. So we now know the secret of attracting Prosperity!




       
        


Sunday, 27 July 2014

Business of Life

Poems and Poets

12. Business of Life


What is life and how do we go about it?

Well sir, this is what philosophers have  been breaking their heads on all these centuries and I raise this as if I have found an answer! This is the question all religions are trying to address, and so far have only succeeded in quarrelling among themselves . And philosophy and theology together have ensured that no one will be certain of any thing any more! To which outcome, our great scientists have added their might.

Most of us ordinary people want to be correct both in the eyes of God and the ways of the world. Only, we do not know how to go about it. The world is such a curious place, often what 'good' we try to do produces an unintended effect, as when a 'poor' man we help goes out to pick some body's pocket with renewed energy, or gets another dose of his drink or drug.

There is a curios story about this. Vivekananda's father was a prosperous lawyer and was given to helping people generously. Observers told him that the beneficiaries often used the money to buy their pegs. But the lawyer replied that after all the world was such a miserable place, and how could we fault them if the poor fellows went out to have a drink to drown their sorrows! No wonder, a Vivekananda was born his son!

This is such an ideal situation for a song in our Hindi movies! So we have one. A drunkard sings:

Lyrics by Shailendra,1957

Zindagi kwab hai,
kwab mein jhoot kya,
aur bhala sach hai kya?
          Sab sach hai!

Dilne hamse  jo kaha,
hamne vaisa hi kiya;
phir kabhie pursat mein sochenge
bura tha ya bhala.

Ek pyali bhar ke main ne 
gham ke maare dil ko di;
zahar ne maara zahar ko
murde mein phir jaan aagayi.

Ek katra mai ka jab
patthar ke hoton par pada;
uske sene me bhi dil dhadka
ye usne bhi kaha-
           sab jhoot hai!

    zindagi kwab hai.

Free rendering of meaning:

Life is a dream. What is false or true in a dream? Everything is true!

I acted as my heart dictated. Later on , when we get time, let us think about whether it was bad or good.

I took a cup, and countered with it  the sorrow of my heart. One poison has removed the other. The man got back his life.

If a drop of the drink falls on lips of stone, even that stony heart will throb! And it will say-
everything is false!

Well now, don't ask me how a drunkard can utter such philosophy! This is where we need "willing suspension of disbelief" so necessary to appreciate poetry, as Keats laid  down. Or maybe the old adage is true: When the ale is in, the wit is out! 

Of course, most of us  must have heard about Master Zhuangzi and his dream of the butterfly: whether it was Zhuangzi dreaming that he was a butterfly, or the butterfly dreaming that it was Zhuangzi? What is Reality?


The question of life is of course serious business. That is why we are all here in this world- to solve the puzzle practically. In the Mahabharata, we have some nice situations. At the beginning of the war, Arjuna arrives at the battlefield ready to fight, but the moment he realises that those ranged against him are all his kinsmen and friends, he develops distaste for the war and doubts his own understanding of right conduct. He turns to his friend and charioteer Krishna for an answer. The Gita is the result. Krishna teaches him that one is the eternal spirit and not  the body, one has to do one's duty, without identifying oneself with the body or ego,  surrendering to God completely and leaving the results to  Him. Arjuna carries out his duty. Years later, he forgets the lessons and asks Krishna again; Krishna chides him for being such a poor student that he forgot an important lesson and does not repeat it!

Yudhisthira, his elder brother and the King, is considered an embodiment of Dharma- he is the son of the god of Dharma. He never has a doubt about dharma- it is in fact in pursuance of his conception of kingly dharma that he even plays the game of dice and loses the kingdom! Any way, they win the war and he is crowned king. His doubts start then! He is troubled that the war was fought on his account, and so many lives were lost; was it after all righteous? Was it not mere selfishness? He loses sleep.

Krishna who knew his psychology directs him to Bhishma , lying injured awaiting an auspicious time to give up the body, to  seek clarification on dharma as Bhishma was considered an authority. Bhishma launches on a long discourse on all types of dharmas imaginable. Now, after listening, Yudhisthira gets confused and tells Bhishma:

"Enough of this. Tell me decidedly that one dharma which will save me." Bhishma then advises him to surrender to God and take refuge in Him as the supreme dharma.

Thus, for the believers, there is no doubt. Fear of the Lord is the beginning, and end, of all wisdom.

But even such people, what should they do in practice?

There are only two aspects of the problem: how to relate to oneself, and how to relate to others. The second question is important for, humans have to live in society; the 'others' will include the whole of nature, for we are not alone here on earth. But this cannot be solved unless the first question is solved: what are we? Socrates prescribed: Know Thyself!

A whole forest of ethical and moral principles have been raised, but if we can have our way through all this, there are just two simple steps:

1. Do unto others as you would like them to do unto you. Walk in their moccasins to know how they feel, as the Native Americans say.

2. What goes round, comes round. What you do to others comes back to you. So any good or bad you do, you are ultimately doing to yourself!

Remember, every action elicits an apposite reaction. This is broadly called Karma. Edgar Cayce, the 20th century American Seer identified it as the basic law of human conduct.

One can follow any philosophy or theology. One can believe in any God or any number of gods and goddesses. One can chant or sing anything. One can dress any which way one likes. When it comes to behaviour these are the only two laws of the universe. 

The world is a mixture of good and evil, pleasure and pain. The God who created the lamb also created the tiger, as Blake remarked. Those who believe in a merciful God or benevolent Nature are free to do so. Only, they should not tell " in mournful numbers, that life is but an empty dream". Or say " life is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing".

The human brain cannot solve the mystery of Creation. Better to accept our limitation and begin from there.

Philosophy has not answered any questions yet. It has not solved any problems. Theology has not solved the mystery of the world or clarified its contradictions. But it has given us practical codes of conduct, which are, on the whole beneficial. If man failed to keep the law, law is not at fault. "Those who take the sword shall perish by the sword"- this is a basic Biblical lesson. But if those people who are avowedly followers of the Book disregarded it and engaged in two World wars, or even now indulge in selling arms to other countries, are they fulfilling the two basic laws of life?

What is the world? What is life? Let us see how some poets look at it. We begin with the Bard.

Shakespeare

"I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano,
          A stage where every man must play a part "
                                (The Merchant of Venice)

All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players.
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Then the whining schoolboy with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide,
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again towards childish treble, pipes
And whistles in the sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

                     (As You Like It, II.7)

The world is a stage, we are to play our parts. But here, Shakespeare does not tell us about the nature of the world, but only the 7 ways a person adapts or reacts to it. Of course some parts are more pleasant or agreeable than the others. Each actor has to prepare for his role to play it well.

We Hindus had our idea of the 4 aims, 4 Varnas (occupations), and 4 Ashramas ( stations)  of life. This is not the place to go into details.

Here is a poem, author unknown, which describes life as a game.

Life's A Game

This life is but a game of cards,
Which everyone must learn;
Each shuffles, cuts, and deals the deck,
And then a trump does turn;
Some show up a high card,
While others make it low,
And many turn no cards at all-
In fact they cannot show.

When hearts are up, we play for love,
And pleasure rules the hour;
Each day goes pleasantly along,
In sunshine's rosy bower.
When diamonds chance to crown the pack,
That's when men stake their gold,
And thousands then are lost and won,
By gamblers young and old.

When clubs are trump look out for war,
On ocean and on land,
For bloody deeds are often done
When clubs are held in hand.
At last turns up the darkened spade,
Held by the toiling slave,
And a spade will turn up trump at last
And dig each player's grave.

Describing life as a game of cards points to a great mystery:

How do  we explain how a player gets what he happens to get? Is it Chance? Is it the work of God? This question cannot be answered at all. That each one begins with a different set of cards ab initio is the given. We have to live with it.

Asia (Hindus, Buddhists and Jains) believes in karma and rebirth, which seek to address this problem. Those who believe in only a single lifetime find it difficult  to answer, and reconcile the inequities  of life with a just and benevolent God. Edgar Cayce, a pious Christian, believed in karma and rebirth. ( I am not arguing, one way or the other; I am merely pointing out the different belief systems).

Hindus too use the word Leela - game- to describe the world; but that is not from our point of view. We say the world is God's leela, His game. We do not understand it fully.

Whatever may the objective factors, not two people experience life in the same manner. Objective  nature may be the same, but each one's internal nature makes him / her react to it in different ways. Hindu systems of psychology, which are very refined, address this problem. Jungian psychology, and later humanistic and interpersonal psychology also consider this. This is an important aspect  of addressing one fundamental question: what does a person do with him/her self?

When it comes to experiencing the world, or life, we experience it mainly as pleasure or pain, joy or sorrow.


P.L.Dunbar: LIFE

A crust of bread and a corner to sleep in,
A minute to smile and an hour to weep in,
A pint of joy to a peck of trouble,
And  never a laugh but the moans come double;
                            And that is life!

A crust and corner that love makes precious,
With a smile to warm and the tears to refresh us;
And joy seems sweeter when cares come after,
And a moan is the finest of foils for laughter;
                            And that is life!

Should life be one long cry of pain? Why do poets express such pain? Is it that they can only give what they have earned or learned?

I will now give two instances when our Hindi poets have sung of these ideas.

Rajinder Krishan, 1951
O beta ji

O betaji, O babuji
Kismat ki hawa kabhie garam kabhi naram
Kabhie naram-garam!

Duniya ka iss chidiya ghar mein
    tarah tarah ka jalwa
Mile kisi ko sookhi roti,
    kisi ko purie halwa
O betaji
Kichdi ka mazaa kabhie naram, kabhie garam

Dard diya to thoda thoda
    Kushie bhi thodi thodi
Wah re Malik,
Dukh aur sukh ki
    khoob banayi jodi
O betaji,
Jeevan ka nasha kabhie naram,
     kabhie garam

Free rendering of meaning:

O son, O sir,
Destiny blows sometimes  hot, sometimes cold
O destiny blows hot and cold!

This world, that is like the cage of birds,
  holds people  with different faces!
Somebody gets just dry bread
  and somebody all sweet delicacies!

O the food is sometimes hot, sometimes cold!
  that is how you enjoy it!
O son, O sir,!


When you give pain, you give it some
  and  you measure out  also the pleasure, 

O God, Master, what to say!

You have made such exquisite pair
       of pain and pleasure!
O son!
The intoxication of life-
  sometimes it is hot, sometimes, cold!

Majrooh Sultanpuri, 1955
This is advice given by the girl to her beloved.

Buraa duniya jo hai kehta 
Aisa bholaa tu na ban,
Jo hai karta wo hai bharta
Ye yahan ka hai chalan,
Tadbeer nahi milne ki yahan

Free rendering of meaning:

Don't you become such a bum
That you blame the world,
   saying it is bad!
Whatever you do here- 
       that is what comes back to you!
Your prudence and forethought
                  will not work here!

The sum of all this is that we do not understand life fully. We have to so conduct ourselves that we evolve personally, and also help the world around us. How will one live such a life?  Let me show what a Hindi poet Shailendra says about it.

Shailendra: 1959

Kisi ki muskurahaton pe ho nissaar,
Kisi ka dard mil sakhe to le udhaar,
Kiai ke vaaste tere dil mein pyaar-
Jeena isi ka naam hai!

Maana apni jeb se fakir hai,
Phir bhi yaron  dil ke hum amir hai;
Mite jo pyar ke liye o zindagi,
Chale bahar ke liye o zindagi,
Kisi ko ho na ho hamen to aitbaar-
Jeena isi ka naam hai!

Rishte dil se dil ke aitbaar ka,
Zinda hai hami se naam pyar ka
Ki marke bhi kisi ko yaad aayenge,
Kisi ke aasnsuvon me muskuraayenge,
Kahega phool har kali se baar baar-
Jeena isi ka naam hai!

Free rendering of meaning:

To offer yourself to someone for smiles,
( feel their happiness as yours)
To share someone's grief,
To have love in your heart for others-
This is the meaning of life.

Admitted, we are poor, measured by our pockets,
Even so are we rich at heart!
Life is love- we are prepared to perish for it!
Life is Spring- we crave to bring it!
This I believe, though others may not ,
That this is the meaning of life!

Relationship we establish heart to heart-
     that is founded on heart's trust,
The name of love lives because of us ( this)
So that even when we die-
        someone may remember us!
So that somebody will care to smile
       even amid his tears.
So a flower will tell the bud- on and on-
That this is the meaning of life!

( The bud will have to blossom into a flower- this is how it can become a perfect flower)

(These poems are real gems. Recited in the original Hindi and Urdu, they have a stunning lyrical quality. These particular pieces are clothed in melodious tunes and can be listened on YouTube.)

A man of love feels a kinship with all the world, which is God's handiwork. Who better to express it than St. Francis?

St.Francis of Assisi (13th Century)

Lord, make me an instrument of Thy peace;
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
Where there is injury, pardon;
Where there is doubt, faith;
Where there is despair, hope;
Where there is darkness, light;
Where there is sadness, joy.

O Divine Master!
Grant that I may not so much seek
  to be consoled as to console;
To be understood, as to understand;
To be loved as to love;
For it is in giving that we receive,
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned,
And it is in dying to self that we are born to eternal life.

Let Shakespeare say it once again:

There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio
     Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
    
                                           (Hamlet 1.5)