Tuesday, July 05, 2011

The Eternal Battle

The other day, my six-year-old Sunshine told me about the eating habits of his friend. This other child was a non-vegetarian, and apparently, he described his food with a lot of enthusiasm. I saw that my son's eyes were shining, and asked him if he would like to eat that too. He replied with a nod and a bright smile.
At that moment, you could have felled me with a fork. Raised in a family of strict vegetarians and married into one, it has never occurred to me to eat anything other than vegetarian. When we were young, the "Eww" factor kept us from eating NV. During college days, I used to try to convert non-vegetarians to vegetarianism. But later, with more reading, I learned to be tolerant of, and accept others eating that kind of food.

Actually, non-vegetarianism is not new to sanātana dharma, and from old texts, it does not look like it was forbidden for Brahmins, either. In the famous story of sage Agastya getting rid of vātāpi, it is evident that he ate vAtApi, in the form of a goat. In the kathāsaritsāgara, there is the story of a Brahmin, a servant in a merchant's house, who desired to eat meat -aamisha, and it is just one such example in our literature (On an aside, people who constantly complain that the learned brahmins sitting on high horses kept others away from knowledge should spare a look at classics like kathāsaritsāgara to get a more real and complete picture - but that should be a topic for a separate post). In fact, a story from the same classic explicitly mentions that sanātana dharma endorsed violence and therefore bauddha-dharma was better because it preached peace and non-violence. If one wants examples from sacred texts themselves, it is very clear that animals were used in various yajñas (horse during aśvamedha and goat during somayāga), until religious leaders like Madhvācārya advocated the use of images of animals made of flour (piṣṭa-paśu).In fact, the manusmṛti says the following about eating animals for food -
'pravṛttireṣa bhūtānāṃ nivṛttistu mahāphalā' |, meaning that this was the tendency of living beings, but abstinence would be greatly beneficial.

Having said all this, this is my view of vegetarianism. Even if all the śāstras of the universe espoused non-vegetarianism, I would not eat non-vegetarian food. For the simple fact that I would be taking the life of another animal to satisfy not just my hunger but also my palate. Our ancestors had a simple reason to resort to eating animals - that of non-availability of food. When people did not know how to grow their own food, it made sense to eat the animals they got by hunting. This reason does not hold during the present time and age. As R says, you can eat an animal if you can kill it. If you can stomach the killing, you can stomach the kill.

Secondly, the animals in the feedlot are treated in a very inhuman way. Not just in crowded ranches abroad, but even in our non-violent country. Chickens, still alive, are often seen packed in metal boxes, with no space to stretch their wings. It is not a rare sight to see live chickens dangling from the handlebars of bicycles. I am sure the situation is no better for other animals in feedlots. Cows in dairy farms are probably treated better, but apparently, they are also fed hormones so that more milk is produced. Also, there was this news about artificial insemination for cows. The question is, for how long can we get away with this kind of cruelty to animals?

The third issue is that of resources. Non-vegetarian food consumes a lot of resources. It makes collective economic sense to become vegetarian, or at least, reduce the consumption of non-vegetarian food. Not to mention the health benefits. Other factors being equal, a vegetarian is less likely to develop heart disease than his/her non-vegetarian counterpart. If this is not reason enough for continuing to being a vegetarian, I do not know what else is.

To come back to my Sunshine, I told him that non-vegetarian food was not really healthy and that we did not make it at home. Luckily, that evening, there was this program on Discovery, about catching sharks for their fins (shark-fin soup is apparently a delicacy). It was a bloody (sorry!) gruesome sight - the way the shark was caught, its fins were cut off, and it was thrown back into the water to die (if it was not dead already). My son was watching this too - and R asked him if he would like to do that to any animal. The shocked child replied "No", while I turned away, grinning. For a few more years, we parents can still influence him, at least in the matter of food.

Tuesday, January 04, 2011

Wishes for the coming year...

May the Sun shine bright on Life's winding path
To show us thorns and flowers
May He give us the strength to weed out
The thorns, and leisure to smell the flowers.

May the Earth bless our eyes with her beauty,
And our bodies with her green bounty.
May we tread soft on her fragile cloth
For, without her, we are naught.

May the Moon temper us with her sweet, soft light,
That we may not lose sight, even at night
May the stars always guide us from their heavenly homes
That we may never wander far, away from our homes

May the new year bring cheer all around
From the humble farmer to those who don the crown.

Happy New Year, everyone!

Monday, February 15, 2010

At home? Not Quite!

“Oh, this one is just two years old!” cries the enthusiastic lad standing outside my home, looking at me with intense eyes. I am woken from my slumber and am a little irritated, but I look at the kid with interest. He looks like he has newly learnt subtraction. They learn all these things (why, even about us) at a place they call school.
“Isn’t he beautiful, Papa?” exclaims the child, peering at me with his bright eyes. I simper and say “Come on, kiddo! I know we all look the same to you!” The boy is thrilled to hear me growl, and his father is beaming at his son’s enthusiasm.
* * * * * * * * * *
A wet sun smiles from behind the clouds. I like this weather and this time of the day. I like the visitors that come at this time. They are fresh and enthusiastic. Some people even make notes. Though we are separated by grilles and walls that would not give way even if I rammed against them with all my strength, my life has been woven inextricably with the humans. The visitors are my life now.

The stories that Mother used to tell me, all contained the same kind of moral – do not stray into unknown places, do not eat food unless you have caught it, but each time I ignored her. I used to be a very curious baby, and was quite a handful. I am still paying for my curiosity – that was what got me here, the point of no return. And then she used to tell me horror stories about humans, about how we were made to perform rope-tricks and jump through fire-circles just to amuse them. Oh, Mother, if you knew that this place is not even remotely like that! You sure did know a lot, you had seen a lot of the world, but I assure you that this place that you called a circus was only in your imagination!
* * * * * * * * * *
I come out of my world of thoughts and take a walk in the backyard. My shadow gets shorter on the ground painstakingly made to mimic a forest. A cloud hides the sun and I am able to look up at the vast blue dome above, dotted with white and light-grey clouds. Back in the forest, we could only catch glimpses of narrow strips of the sky, slightly wider strips when we were wading in the water. But here in the zoo, I can trace the path of the sun from one side of the sky to the other. Looking at the Sun, some of my friends here can even say when the people stop visiting for the day.

My neighbor Belli, a fine female, beckons to me. We share the same spacious backyard. The poor thing was born in captivity, and has never seen a forest. I tell her about large pools where we can wade to our hearts content (“you can actually swim?”) and about tall trees (“you mean, taller than this?” indicating a mango tree that grew nearby). She listens, wide-eyed, my only friend in the whole world. “Hi!” I cry out. She responds with a growl and walks towards me. She brushes her head against mine, her way of greeting me. She points to a loudly dressed lady carrying a small baby, pointing at us excitedly. "If I could kill, I would kill that woman over there, if only to stop her from staring at me like that" she says, looking at her. "But I won't, because I can't" and smiles a little sadly. Somehow, Belli cannot understand the concept of killing to eat, and cannot stomach the fact that I have killed before. How can any self-respecting tiger pounce on a helpless animal and kill it, asks she. "I would not do it" she affirms, "not if I were dying of hunger". I retort "Oh, but you have hardly ever died of hunger; you have always gotten something to eat daily!” Belli refuses to back down. “Oh, but don’t you realize what you are doing to the poor thing? You have probably killed a mother deer who was still feeding a baby – have you ever thought how forlorn the baby would be without its Mom? Why, look at you! Can you tell me you don’t miss your Mom? ...” So goes her lecture. The loudly dressed woman is forgotten by my dear non-violent friend.
“There’s lunch!” Belli announces. I turn my head and see the big green noisy animal (bigger than an elephant!) bringing us our lunch. Humans are so scared of us that they just leave our food someplace for us to get it. "They do not know about non-violent tigers like you", I tease Belli. She smiles. We part for lunch.

* * * * * * * * * * * *
Really, one of the best parts of living in a zoo is that we get food regularly, without worrying if our teeth and nails are sharp enough, or about the time when they do become too blunt for us to hunt. Tigers like Belli who do not know a world apart from the zoo even tend to be non-violent, unlike me and my Mother. We were fierce. Mother taught me how to draw my nails in and walk noiselessly, how to wait silently for the prey to get near, and how to time my jumps. Oh, the thrill when I caught and killed a deer!
I still remember that night. The whole forest was shining in the glory of the full moon. I was almost a year old, but had not yet hunted on my own. I walked noiselessly with Mother by my side. And then I smelled my favorite food- deer. It was a young buck lying under the cover of a shrub, about to sleep. He probably smelled me as I drew near, for he started and stood up with a jerk. One glance to the left told him that his end was near. He tried to get away from me. I pounced on him (mercilessly, would Belli say?). A couple of jumps and I was on him. He struggled and tried to hurt me, but I held on to his neck tightly with my teeth. A few seconds, and it was all over. I had earned my first meal.
I was tired, and bruised where the antlers hit me. My beaming Mother came and gently licked it. That made the pain go away, really. Joy in the fact that I was an independent little cub and relief in the fact that she would no longer have to hunt for four, danced on Mother's face. Suddenly I felt all grown-up and important. The deer was fresh and tasty back there, unlike the food that we get here. I confess, I have never come across any tiger that felt a pang in its heart when it was about to kill. The idea that Belli presented to me was completely new. The memory of the smell of deer makes my mouth water, even after two months in the zoo. I walk wearily to my lunch of beef.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
My nap is rudely interrupted by the loud clanking of the door of my cell. I look up to see the friendly person who opens my mouth and examines my ears and all that. They call him “Doc”, funny name it is, for a funny man. I look at the big thorn in his hand and sigh. I know that is for immobilizing me if they think I am becoming dangerous.
I let Doc do the check-up. There is another person with him today and he is watching Doc impatiently with a frown, hands in his pouches. After what seemed like ages, Doc patted me with a satisfied smile and left. Later in the day, I asked Belli who the other person was. She said he was called a ‘researcher’. Then a shadow passed over her face. She shook her head, and said “I don’t like him”. I told her I did not like him either. He made one’s flesh creep. “You don’t know him”, she said. “They sometimes take us away to do what they call experiments... It is not nice”. Then, she became a little more cheerful, and said “At least we are not in the circus! Here we sleep and jump when we want to. Those poor things do not even have that luxury!” So, this place called circus existed, after all! My head was reeling.

* * * * * * * * * * * *
The days in the zoo are very tiring. My limbs ache to jump long distances. The water in the excuse for a pool that we have here does not even come up to my stomach, forget swimming in it. I go and wet my legs in the water and look up. There are people, people and more people. Some look at us with wonder, some without any interest, some with pity, and almost all of them are afraid of us. Afraid of letting us go nearer to them than we are now. Belli tells me often that zoo is better for a tiger than forests, because apparently we live a little longer in zoos than in forests. Ah well…
* * * * * * * * * * * *
My Mother never stopped us from exploring. When we were very young, we used to stay close to Mother, to be safe. I, being just a little more adventurous than the average tiger, would stray more than I was allowed to. And see where it brought me!
Should curiosity and exploration stop at a certain stage? What can we say about humans, who have given themselves the supreme authority to rule, maim and kill other animals, and justify it all in the name of curiosity and survival? If the humans had shown us some consideration a few decades ago, the likes of me would not have to languish in this place that is practically a prison. Belli tells me often about a captive tiger that lost a fight against a bull. A couple more months in the zoo, and I will not be able to combat a lamb, let alone a grown bull. Just to live a couple of years more, do I need to sacrifice my tiger-ness? All around me in the zoo, I can see animals that are striped and sharp-toothed, but I cannot see even one tiger. I will also cease to be one soon.

Friday, January 01, 2010

Happy New year

It has been so many months since I blogged, that I really do not know where to begin. My last post was at the beginning of the last Hindu new year, and I suppose I ought to pick up from where I left last. So, here's wishing us all a very happy, prosperous and productive new year 2010!

The reason for my not blogging all these months is that I was too lazy to blog. All through last year, I have been trying to sort my priorities. My children, job change (that is yet to happen) and moving to a new home kept me fairly busy. I did not get any significant reading done either. On the whole, I have been doing a lot of running, without getting anywhere. I really hope that I can reflect on 2010 with much more satisfaction than on 2009.

There are many things that I would like to blog about - the over-intervention of the medical field in our daily lives (some personal experiences there), global warming and how we are making it worse, the Samskrita Bharati Shibiraabhiyaanam (where responsibilities were thrust on my reluctant shoulders)- the list goes on... I hope to give a readable shape to my thoughts soon.
So long, then!

Tuesday, April 08, 2008

ಯುಗಾದಿಯ ಶುಭಾಶಯಗಳು

Most of the ideas here are cliched, but I could not resist this poem when I saw my little Biyadiya's face when he ate the bEvu-bella his Grandfather gave him.

ಹೊಸ ವರುಷದ ಹಬ್ಬದಂದು
ಪುಟ್ಟ ಚೆಂದದಿಂದ ಮಿಂದು
ತಂದೆಯಿತ್ತ ಬೇವು-ಬೆಲ್ಲ
"ಒಲ್ಲೆ" ಎಂದನು ||

"ನೈವೇದ್ಯದ ದ್ರಾಕ್ಷಿ ಮಧುರ
ಪಾಯಸವೋ ಮತ್ತು ಸಿಹಿಯು
ಬೆಲ್ಲವೊಂದು ಮೆಲ್ಲೆ ಸಾಕು
ಬೇವು ನನಗೆ ಬೇಡವು"

ಎಂಬ ಮಾತ ಕೇಳಿ ತಾಯಿ
ಮುದ್ದು ಮಗನ ಬಳಿಗೆ ಸಾರಿ
ಬುದ್ಧಿ ಪೇಳ್ವೆನೆಂದು ಬಗೆದು
ಪುಟ್ಟನಿಗಿಂತೆಂದಳು

"ಬೆಲ್ಲದ ಜೊತೆ ಬೇವನುಣುವ
ಅರ್ಥಪೂರ್ಣಸಂಪ್ರದಾಯ-
-ದರ್ಥವನ್ನು ತಿಳಿಯೊ ಮಗುವೆ
ಕೇಳು ನನ್ನ ಮಾತನು

ಬೇವಿನ ಕಹಿ ಬೆಲ್ಲದ ಸಿಹಿ
ಸೇರೆ ಮೈಗರೋಗತೆ
ನೋವಿನ ಕಹಿ ನಲಿವಿನ ಸಿಹಿ
ಸೇರೆ ನಮಗೆ ಪೂರ್ಣತೆ

ಸ್ವಾತಂತ್ರ್ಯದ ಸವಿಯ ಮುಂದೆ
ನಿಯಮ ಕಹಿಯೆನಿಸಿದರೂ
ಎರಡರ ಸಮತೋಲನವೇ
ರಕ್ಷೆ ನಮಗೆ ತಿಳಿ ಮಗು

ಬಿಸಿಲು ಬಹಳ ಹೆಚ್ಚಿದಾಗ
ಮಳೆಯು ಕೂಡ ಸುರಿವುದು
ಅಂತೆಯೆ ಸುಖ ಬೇಕೆಂಬಗೆ
ಕಷ್ಟವಂತು ತಪ್ಪದು

ಸ್ವಾನುಭವದ ಮೂಸೆಯಲ್ಲಿ
ಬೇವು-ಬೆಲ್ಲ ಕರಗಿಸೆ
ದೊರೆವುದೆಮ್ಮ ಮನಕೆ ಶಾಂತಿ
ಸಮಾಧಾನವೆಂದಿಗೂ"

ಮಗುವಿಗಮ್ಮನಂದ ಮಾತು
ನಮಗೆ ಕೂಡ ವಿಹಿತವು
ಬೇವು-ಬೆಲ್ಲ ಸೇರಿ ನಮ್ಮ
ಬದುಕಾಗಲಿ ಪೂರ್ಣವು ||

ಎಲ್ಲರಿಗೂ ಯುಗಾದಿಯ ಹಾರ್ದಿಕ ಶುಭಾಶಯಗಳು !

Monday, March 17, 2008

ಶ್ರೇಯಸ್ಸು ಧೀಮಹಿಮೆ

ಇಂದು ಮಾರ್ಚ್ ೧೭ನೆಯ ತಾರೀಖು, ಕಳೆದ ಶತಮಾನದ ಒಬ್ಬ ಮಹಾದಾರ್ಶನಿಕ-ಕವಿ-ಋಷಿಯಾದ ಶ್ರೀ ಡಿ.ವಿ.ಗುಂಡಪ್ಪನವರ ಜನ್ಮದಿನ. ಡಿವಿಜಿ ಎಂದರೆ ನಮಗೆ ನೆನಪಿಗೆ ಬರುವುದು ಅದ್ಭುತವಾದ ಬರೆವಣಿಗೆ, ಆಳವಾದ ಒಳನೋಟ, ಪ್ರಾಮಾಣಿಕವಾದ ಮನಸ್ಸು, ಜೊತೆಗೆ ರಸವತ್ತಾದ ಮಾತು ಮತ್ತು ಹಾಸ್ಯ. 'ಬಾಳಿಗೊಂದು ನಂಬಿಕೆ', 'ದೇವರು', 'ಮಂಕುತಿಮ್ಮನ ಕಗ್ಗ', 'ಜ್ಞಾಪಕಚಿತ್ರಶಾಲೆ' ಮುಂತಾದ ಕೃತಿಗಳು ಜೀವನದಲ್ಲಿ ಪಾಲಿಸಬೇಕಾದ ಆದರ್ಶಗಳನ್ನು ಸೂಚಿಸುವುದರ ಜೊತೆಗೆ ಜೀವನದ ಸೌಂದರ್ಯವನ್ನೂ ಬಿಂಬಿಸುತ್ತವೆ. "ಆಹಾ, ಆ ಕಾಲ ಎಷ್ಟು ಚೆನ್ನಾಗಿತ್ತು, ಕಳೆದುಹೋಯಿತಲ್ಲ" ಎಂದು ಕೇವಲ ಪರಿತಪಿಸದೆ ಈ ಕಾಲದಲ್ಲಿಯೂ ಅಷ್ಟೇ ಆನಂದದಿಂದಿರಲು ಮಾರ್ಗವಿದೆಯೇ ಎಂಬ ವಿಚಾರದೆಡೆ ನಮ್ಮ ಯೋಚನೆ ಹರಿಯಲು ಪ್ರೇರಿಸುತ್ತವೆ ಇವರ ಕೃತಿಗಳು.

ಡಿವಿಜಿ ಅವರ 'ಮಂಕುತಿಮ್ಮನ ಕಗ್ಗ'ವಂತೂ ಅವರಿಗೆ 'ಆಧುನಿಕಗೀತಾಚಾರ್ಯ'ನೆಂಬ ಬಿರುದನ್ನೂ ತಂದು ಕೊಟ್ಟಿದೆ. ಕಗ್ಗವು ಜೀವನಕ್ಕೆ ಒಂದು manual ಇದ್ದಂತೆ. ಒಂದೊಂದು ಪದ್ಯದಲ್ಲಿಯೂ ಸ್ವಾರಸ್ಯಕರವಾದ, ವಿಚಾರಪ್ರಚೋದಕವಾದ ಮತ್ತು ಜೀವನಕ್ಕೆ ಉಪಯುಕ್ತವಾದಂಥ ವಿಷಯಗಳು ತುಂಬಿವೆ. ನನಗೆ ಬಹಳ ದಿನಗಳಿಂದ ಡಿವಿಜಿ ಅವರ ಬಗ್ಗೆ ಏನಾದರೂ ಬರೆದು, ಈ ದಿನ ಅದನ್ನು ಪೋಸ್ಟಿಸಬೇಕೆಂಬ ಆಸೆಯಿತ್ತು. ಆದರೆ ಅದು ಸಾಧ್ಯವಾಗಲಿಲ್ಲ. ಆದ್ದರಿಂದ, ಕೆಲವು ವರ್ಷಗಳ ಹಿಂದೆ ಬರೆದ ಈ ಲೇಖನವನ್ನೇ, ಕೆಲವು ಬದಲಾವಣೆಗಳೊಂದಿಗೆ ನಿಮ್ಮ ಮುಂದಿಡುತ್ತಿದ್ದೇನೆ.

ಕಗ್ಗದ ಒಂದು ಪದ್ಯ ಹೀಗಿದೆ:

ಶ್ರೀಯನಾಯುವ ಬಲವ ಜಯವ ಬೇಡಿರ್ದೊಡಂ
ಗಾಯತ್ರಿಯನೆ ಪರಮಮಂತ್ರವೆಂದಾರ್ಯರ್
ಧೀಯಂ ಪ್ರಚೋದಿಸೆಂದನುದಿನದಿ ಬೇಡಿದರು
ಶ್ರೇಯಸ್ಸು ಧೀಮಹಿಮೆ ಮಂಕುತಿಮ್ಮ || ೫೪೬ ||

ಅರ್ಥ: ಆರ್ಯರು ಸಂಪತ್ತನ್ನು, ಬಲವನ್ನು ಅಥವಾ ಜಯವನ್ನು ಬೇಡಲಿಲ್ಲ; ಗಾಯತ್ರಿಯನ್ನೇ ಪರಮ ಮಂತ್ರವೆಂದು ತಿಳಿದು 'ಬುದ್ಧಿಯನ್ನು ಪ್ರಚೋದಿಸು' ಎಂದು ಅನುದಿನವೂ ಬೇಡಿದರು. ಬುದ್ಧಿಯ ಮಹಿಮೆ ಏನೆಂದರೆ ಅದು ಶ್ರೇಯಸ್ಸನ್ನು ತರುತ್ತದೆ.

ಈ ಪದ್ಯದಲ್ಲಿ ಡಿವಿಜಿಯವರು ಸಂಪತ್ತು, ಜಯಕ್ಕಿಂತ ಧೀ ಅಥವಾ ಬುದ್ಧಿ ಶ್ರೇಯಸ್ಕರ ಎಂದು ಹೇಳಿದ್ದಾರೆ. ಆರ್ಯರು ಎಂದರೆ ತಿಳಿದವರು. ನಮ್ಮಲ್ಲಿ ಸಂಪತ್ತನ್ನು ಗಳಿಸಲು, ಜಯವನ್ನು ಗಳಿಸಲು ಸಹ ಮಂತ್ರಗಳು ಇದ್ದರೂ ಇವೆಲ್ಲಕ್ಕಿಂತ ಶ್ರೇಷ್ಠವೆಂದು ತಿಳಿಯಲ್ಪಟ್ಟಿರುವ ಮಂತ್ರವೆಂದರೆ ಗಾಯತ್ರೀ ಮಂತ್ರ. ಎಲ್ಲರಿಗೂ ತಿಳಿದಂತೆ, ಗಾಯತ್ರೀ ಮಂತ್ರದ ನೇರ ಅರ್ಥ "ಎಲೈ ಸೂರ್ಯನೆ, ನಮ್ಮ ಬುದ್ಧಿಯನ್ನು ಪ್ರಚೋದಿಸು" ಎಂದು.

ಈ ಪದ್ಯದಲ್ಲಿ ಮುಖ್ಯವಾದ ಪದಗಳು ಧೀ, ಪ್ರಚೋದಿಸು, ಮತ್ತು ಶ್ರೇಯಸ್ಸು. ಮೂರರ ಬಿಡಿ-ಬಿಡಿ ಅರ್ಥಗಳನ್ನು ವಿಚಾರಿಸಿ ನಂತರ ಒಟ್ಟು ಅರ್ಥವನ್ನು ತಿಳಿಯಲು ಪ್ರಯತ್ನ ಪಡೋಣ.

ಮೊದಲಿಗೆ ಶ್ರೇಯಸ್ಸು ಎಂದರೆ ಏನು ಎನ್ನುವುದನ್ನು ನೋಡೋಣ. ಶ್ರೇಯಸ್ಸನ್ನು ಅರ್ಥ ಮಾಡಿಕೊಳ್ಳುವುದರ ಜೊತೆ ಪ್ರೇಯಸ್ಸನ್ನೂ ನಾವು ತಿಳಿಯಬೇಕು. ಕಠೋಪನಿಷತ್ತಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಒಂದು ಮಂತ್ರದ ಭಾಗ ಹೀಗಿದೆ.

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ತಮ್ಮನ್ನು ಅಂಗೀಕರಿಸಲೆಂದು ಹತ್ತಿರ ಬಂದ ಶ್ರೇಯೋ-ಪ್ರೇಯಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ಶ್ರೇಯಸ್ಸನ್ನು ಅಂಗೀಕರಿಸಿದವನಿಗೆ 'ಸಾಧು' ಅಥವಾ ಒಳ್ಳೆಯದಾಗುತ್ತದೆ. ಪ್ರೇಯಸ್ಸನ್ನು ಅಂಗೀಕರಿಸಿದವನು ಗುರಿ ತಪ್ಪುತ್ತಾನೆ ಎಂದು ಇದರರ್ಥ. ಶ್ರೇಯಸ್ಸು ಎಂದರೆ ಶುಭ, ಮಂಗಳ ಮತ್ತು ಏಳಿಗೆ. ಗುರಿ ತಪ್ಪಿಸುವುದು ಪ್ರೇಯಸ್ಸು. ಇಲ್ಲಿ ಏಳಿಗೆಯನ್ನು ಉಂಟುಮಾಡುವುದು ಏನು ಎಂಬುದನ್ನು ವಿಚಾರಿಸುವುದು ಮನುಷ್ಯನಿಗೇ ಬಿಟ್ಟಿದ್ದು. ರಾಮನಿಗೂ ರಾವಣನಿಗೂ ಒಂದೇ ಮಾರ್ಗ ರುಚಿಸುವುದಿಲ್ಲ, ಸರಿ ಹೊಂದುವುದೂ ಇಲ್ಲ, ಅಲ್ಲವೇ?

ನಮ್ಮ ಮುಂದಿನ ಪದ ಧೀಃ ಎಂಬುದು. ಧೀ ಎಂದರೆ ಬುದ್ಧಿ. ಒಳ್ಳೆಯದರಿಂದ ಕೆಟ್ಟದ್ದನ್ನು ಬೇರ್ಪಡಿಸುವ ಶಕ್ತಿ. ವೇದಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ವಾಗ್ದೇವಿ ಅಥವಾ ಸರಸ್ವತಿಯನ್ನು ಯನ್ನು "ಧೀನಾಮವಿತ್ರೀ" ಎಂದು ಸ್ತುತಿಸಿದ್ದಾರೆ. ಎಂದರೆ 'ಬುದ್ಧಿಯನ್ನು ರಕ್ಷಿಸುವವಳು', ಅಥವಾ ಇನ್ನೊಂದು ರೀತಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ಹೇಳುವುದಾದರೆ 'ಬುದ್ಧಿಯು ನಾಶವಾಗದಂತೆ ಅನುಗ್ರಹಿಸುವವಳು' ಎಂದು. ಹಾಗೆಯೇ ಲಲಿತಾಷ್ಟೋತ್ತರದಲ್ಲಿ ತಾಯಿಯನ್ನು 'ಸರ್ವೋಪಲಬ್ಧಿಹೇತುಶ್ಚ ಬುದ್ಧಿನಿಶ್ಚಯರೂಪಿಣೇ' ಎಂದು ವರ್ಣಿಸಿದ್ದಾರೆ. ಬುದ್ಧಿಯು 'ಸರ್ವೋಪಲಬ್ಧಿಹೇತು'- ಎಲ್ಲವನ್ನೂ ಪಡೆಯಲು ಕಾರಣವಾಗುವುದು. ಇದರ ಅರ್ಥ ಬುದ್ಧಿರೂಪಳಾಗಿದ್ದು, ಎಲ್ಲವನ್ನೂ ಪಡೆಯುವುದಕ್ಕೆ ಕಾರಣಳಾಗಿರುವವಳು ಎಂದು. ಕೇವಲ ಬುದ್ಧಿಯಿಂದಲೇ ನಾವು ಐಹಿಕ, ಆಮುಷ್ಮಿಕ ಫಲಗಳನ್ನು ಪಡೆಯಲು ಸಾಧ್ಯ. ಒಂದು ಸೋಜಿಗದ ಸಂಗತಿ ಇಲ್ಲಿ ಕಾಣಿಸುತ್ತದೆ. ಅದು ಏನೆಂದರೆ ಬುದ್ಧಿಪೂರ್ವಕವಾಗಿ ನಾವು ಮಾಡಿದ ಕೆಲಸಗಳಿಂದ ನಮಗೆ ಶ್ರೇಯಸ್ಸೇ ಆಗುವುದು. ಇದು ನಿತ್ಯಸತ್ಯ. ಭಗವದ್ಗೀತೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ದೇಹವೆಂಬ ರಥಕ್ಕೆ ಬುದ್ಧಿಯೇ ಸಾರಥಿ ಎಂದು ಹೇಳಿದೆ. ಎಂದರೆ ಬುದ್ಧಿಯ ಸಾಹಾಯ್ಯದಿಂದಲೇ ನಮ್ಮ ಕೆಲಸಗಳೆಲ್ಲ ಆಗುವುದು. ಬುದ್ಧಿ ಕೈಕೊಟ್ಟರೆ ಅದರ ದುಷ್ಪರಿಣಾಮಗಳು ಅನೇಕ.

ಮೊನ್ನೆ ಒಂದು ಉಪನ್ಯಾಸದಲ್ಲಿ ಶ್ರೀ ತೇಜೋಮಯಾನಂದರು ಒಂದು ಕಥೆಯನ್ನು ಹೇಳಿದರು. ಒಬ್ಬ ಮನುಷ್ಯ ಇದ್ದನಂತೆ, ವಿಪರೀತ ಮುಂಗೋಪಿ. ಅವನು ಸ್ನೇಹಿತನಿಗೆ ಹೇಳಿದನಂತೆ "ನೋಡಯ್ಯ, ನನಗೆ ಕೋಪ ಬಂದರೆ ಯೋಚನಾಶಕ್ತಿಯೇ ಹೊರಟುಹೋಗುತ್ತದೆ" ಎಂದು. ಅದಕ್ಕೆ ಸ್ನೇಹಿತ ಉತ್ತರಿಸಿದನಂತೆ "ಇಲ್ಲವಯ್ಯ, ನೀನು ಯೋಚನೆ ಮಾಡದಿದ್ದಾಗಲೇ ನಿನಗೆ ಕೋಪ ಬರುವುದು" ಎಂದು! ಇದರಿಂದ ಏನನ್ನು ಕಲಿಯಬಹುದು ಎಂದು ಯೋಚಿಸೋಣ. ಬುದ್ಧಿ ಒಂದು ಕ್ಷಣ ಕೈ ಕೊಟ್ಟರೂ ಅದರಿಂದ ಆಗುವ ನಷ್ಟ ಹೆಚ್ಚು. ಬುದ್ಧಿ "ಬೇಡ" ಎಂದಿದ್ದನ್ನು ಮನಸ್ಸು, ದೇಹಗಳು ಮಾಡಿದರೆ ಅಥವಾ ಬುದ್ಧಿ "ಮಾಡು" ಎಂದಿದ್ದನ್ನು ದೇಹಮನಸ್ಸುಗಳು ಮಾಡದಿದ್ದರೆ ಅನುಶಯಪೂರಿತವಾದ ಹಿನ್ನೋಟ ತಪ್ಪದು! ಆದ್ದರಿಂದ ಯಾವಾಗಲೂ, ಎಲ್ಲ ಕಡೆ ಬುದ್ಧಿಗೇ ಹೆಚ್ಚು ಪ್ರಾಶಸ್ತ್ಯ.

ಇನ್ನು ಉಳಿದ ಪದ "ಪ್ರಚೋದಿಸು" ಎಂಬುದು. ಬುದ್ಧಿ ಎನ್ನುವುದು ಕ್ರಯಕ್ಕೆ ಸಿಕ್ಕುವ ಅಥವಾ ಬೇಡಿದರೆ ಸಿಗುವ ಸಾಮಗ್ರಿಯಲ್ಲ. ಹಣ ಕೊಟ್ಟು ಪುಸ್ತಕವನ್ನು ಕೊಳ್ಳಬಹುದು, ಆದರೆ ಅದರಿಂದ ಏನನ್ನು ಕಲಿಯುತ್ತೇವೆ, ಹೇಗೆ ಕಲಿಯುತ್ತೇವೆ ಎಂಬುದು ಸಂಪೂರ್ಣವಾಗಿ ನಮ್ಮನ್ನು ಅವಲಂಬಿಸಿದ್ದು. ಎಯ್ನ್ ರ್‍ಯಾಂಡ್ ನ ಪುಸ್ತಕಗಳನ್ನು ಓದಿ ಕಮ್ಯೂನಿಸ್ಟ್ ಆದವರೂ ಇರಬಹುದು, ಕಾರ್ಲ್ ಮಾರ್ಕ್ಸ್ ಅನ್ನು ಓದಿ ಕ್ಯಾಪಿಟಲಿಸ್ಟ್ ಆದವರೂ ಇರಬಹುದು! ಬುದ್ಧಿಯನ್ನು ದೇವರೂ ಸಹ ನಮಗೆ 'ಕೊಡಲು' ಸಾಧ್ಯವಿಲ್ಲ; ಕೇವಲ ಪ್ರಚೋದಿಸಬಹುದು, ಅಷ್ಟೆ. ನಮ್ಮ ಸುತ್ತಮುತ್ತಲಿನ ವಿಷಯಗಳು ಮತ್ತು ಓದುವ ವಿಚಾರಗಳು ನಮ್ಮ ಬುದ್ಧಿಯನ್ನು ಒಳ್ಳೆಯದಕ್ಕಾಗಲಿ, ಕೆಟ್ಟದಕ್ಕಾಗಲಿ ಕೇವಲ ಪ್ರಚೋದಿಸುತ್ತವೆ. ಅದರಿಂದಲೇ ಡಿವಿಜಿಯವರು ಇಲ್ಲಿ "ಪ್ರಚೋದಿಸು" ಎಂದು ಹೇಳಿದ್ದಾರೆ.

ಈ ಪದ್ಯದ ಒಟ್ಟು ಅರ್ಥವನ್ನು ಈಗ ವಿಚಾರಿಸೋಣ. ಕಠೋಪನಿಷತ್ತಿನಲ್ಲಿಯೇ ಮುಂದಿನ ಮಂತ್ರದಲ್ಲಿ "ಶ್ರೇಯೋ ಹಿ ಧೀರೋಽಭಿ ಪ್ರೇಯಸೋ ವೃಣೀತೇ" ಎಂದು ಹೇಳಿದೆ. ಎಂದರೆ, ಧೀರ ಅಥವಾ ಬುದ್ಧಿವಂತನು ಪ್ರೇಯಸ್ಸು, ಶ್ರೇಯಸ್ಸುಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ಶ್ರೇಯಸ್ಸನ್ನು ಆರಿಸಿಕೊಳ್ಳುತ್ತಾನೆ ಎಂದು. ಸೂಕ್ಷ್ಮವಾಗಿ ನೋಡಿದರೆ, ಈ ಪದ್ಯದಲ್ಲಿ ಡಿವಿಜಿಯವರು ಹೇಳಿರುವುದೂ ಅದನ್ನೇ. ಬುದ್ಧಿಯಿಂದ ಅಥವಾ ಬುದ್ಧಿಯ ಅನುಮತಿಯಿಂದ ಸಂಪಾದಿಸಿರುವುದೆಲ್ಲವೂ ಶ್ರೇಯಸ್ಕರ. ಆದ್ದರಿಂದ ನಮ್ಮ ಜೀವನದ ಪ್ರತಿಯೊಂದು ಹೆಜ್ಜೆಯಲ್ಲಿಯೂ ನಾವು ವಿಚಾರ ಮಾಡಿ, ನಮಗೆ ಒಳ್ಳೆಯದನ್ನು ಉಂಟುಮಾಡುವುದನ್ನೇ ಆರಿಸಬೇಕು.

ಕಗ್ಗದ ಒಂದೊಂದು ಪದ್ಯಕ್ಕೂ ಅರ್ಥವ್ಯಾಪ್ತಿ ಅಧಿಕ. ಇಂಥ ಕೃತಿಯನ್ನು ನಮಗೆ ಕೊಟ್ಟ ರಸಋಷಿಗೆ ನಮೋ ನಮಃ.

Friday, March 14, 2008

Tagged!

Hip Grandma has tagged me to list five posts of mine on the following subjects:

Family
Friends
Myself
My love
Anything I like.

Now, I have written only some fifty posts till now in spite of being on Blogger for more than three years. I do not have posts that satisfy some categories. However, I will do this tag, bending some rules - hey, rules are meant to be broken, right?

Family: I do not remember doing a post on my family, ever. I mention them randomly, but I have not dedicated a post to them, thus far. So, I will instead list the post that I wrote about our family trip to Maharashtra. And yes, I still have to finish the series.

Friend: 'Diamonds are a girl's best friends' says a wise guy. 'Books are man's best friends' says another. I tend to agree with the latter. I have done quite some posts on books, but this, this , this and this are my favorites. The last two posts are in Kannada.

I have my fair share of friends (in flesh and blood), and am proud of being their friend. However, my oldest and steadiest friend is Meera, a very well-read young lady, and great person to talk to.

My love: Ahem. Did I say I love books? And yes, I have professed my love for < Malnad and Kalidasa too. Does that count? Because I have not written even a single post about my husband. Most of my posts pass through his QA tests and most of his posts pass through mine (which probably explains why I like his posts way better than mine?). And no, I am not at liberty to disclose who he is...

Anything I like: This is the easiest one, by far. I like poetry, music, books and many other things. These are my favorite posts.
The AavaraNa controversy (in Kannada)
Elysium on Earth
A great story I had read as a child

I now tag December Stud, Krupa , Poppins Mom, Bit Hawk , Suptadeeptiand anyone else who would like to do this tag.