One great mystery took over my early teenage years… Why do most of us eat, day in and day out, not once, but thrice a day only to make sure that we remove it from our system with equal regularity?At the time, the question was based on one simple fact – a family of five and one working loo! What I did not realize then, but do now, is that was the beginning of many more questions that had no definite answers.Why are we called human when we defy the very meaning of the term ‘human’?How come ‘being human’ has nothing to do with ‘humanity’ and ‘humanity’ has nothing to do with ‘being human’?Where is everyone going in such a hurry? After all, the destination is just 6 ft. under. What is so strange about watching ants? Do we need to notice their existence only when they attack us or our food or when they become a set of animated antz? Watching ants and spiders and butterflies and all of the natural world is easy; you can do it outdoors, it’s free, you don’t hear unnecessary words, just jungle jazz!Then you can wonder: where have all the sparrows gone? Why did we get into chemical farming only to regret it and turn back to organic farming? Why do we insist on using chemicals like DDT when it’s banned in most parts of the world? Why do some nations ban the use of certain substances in their own nation, yet mine it for use by other nations?If change is the only thing that is constant, why do we keep searching for permanence in everything? Not only for ourselves but for future generations too? If we are always preparing for some unseen/unheard of future, when will we ever be in the present?Isn’t the world an illusion, the dreams of gods? On the other hand, are the gods the dreams of man?If a woman is first a daughter, then a wife, a mother, a grandmother and then finally dead, when does she get to be herself? If all the worlds’ a stage and all its men and women merely players, why do we choose depreciating parts to play? Don’t we know any better?Why are places where great wars fought called ‘sacred grounds’ today, whereas places where great love is made called red light areas?Is there life after death? If this is the only one, why do we tire ourselves out carrying so much luggage and always looking for more? Why spend more than half of our lives preparing to enjoy it sometime later? Have you seen later? Why don’t we share and share alike, after all it is just this one life?! If there is more than this one existence, shouldn’t we be doing things that would be of some use the next time around? As it is, today’s technology becomes obsolete tomorrow; we probably need something that lasts longer than one lifetime! As Goethe once said, “He who cannot draw on three thousand years is living from hand to mouth”.
So again I wonder, why is it that all our ancient sciences need to be exported and then imported to make an impression on us? Most of us in urban India become aware of the self – our chakrs, asans, pranayams, pranic healing, etc: only because of their widespread propagation in the western media. People like Shri Aurobindo had to go to the western shores to be heard.I decide to let the questions come. The part I choose to play is to be a ‘human’ being in touch with her self and all questions pertaining to it are acceptable!
Do you know what part you play?