You have a truth, and people barely have it these days, Truth comes with a responsibility of being published. A man of truth, a rare thing to find these days, is always a man who will find ways to push past his limits. It is because his truth is forcing him to a certain non-conformist attitude. How do you recognize that it is truth in your mind and not a believed hokum? The present write up tries to understand that.
Truth can be anything but a conformism. A quality of truth is it changes. It undergoes changes to accommodate itself to the conditions of its times. Kabir is the most famous agnostic to ever take birth to this piece of land. But we find him singing verses of religion. He sings Dohas which are directly in praise of an extra-terrestrial deity. He has adapted to his times. He is the same Kabeer, who writes,
हिन्दू कहें मोहि राम पियारा, तुर्क कहें रहमाना,
आपस में दोउ लड़ी-लड़ी मुए, मरम न कोउ जाना।
So, what is the Marma or essence he is talking about? I claim it is the same truth I talk about. It is the overcoming of anxiety that arises out of the non-existence of any extra-terrestrial deity. As if the God himself said, "O Human, I exist nowhere but, in your dreams, quit dreaming and start living in the truth which you claim that I have created but is just evolved by itself. Live in the world and not in the abstractions".
When Man takes agency of changes of things, does he not know of his limited capabilities? He knows. Yet he functions. Not in hope that an extra-terrestrial Deity or Bhagwaan will help him. But with an inner comfortability with the uncertainty itself. You do not need an insurance. You need to work. You need not worry. But hurry, you need to work as you have limited time. But listen for a second. What do you work? Why evoke agency? Why Nishkaam Karmayoga ? I claim I have a better answer than Geeta, the holy book of Hindus.
Work because there is no god to work for you. Work without hope without there is no guarantee. Work without expectation because the world is not fair. Are you comfortable with these facts? Are you comfortable with no justice hitherto been guaranteed by anyone. No external judicial system of the cosmos. I claim, if you look this abyss, this uncertainty eye to eye, you will be free. Free from everything, real and imaginary. Real worlds and its anxieties. Imaginary gods and the hopes you attach on it. Real world gives anxieties only because you are not comfortable with the fact that Things can go extremely wrong even if you put your heart and soul to something. No Karma. Karma is a bitch because it doesn't exist. Are you comfortable still? These are facts.
I would like to Paste here one of my favorite poems, If by Rudyard Kipling.
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose and start again at your beginnings.
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so, hold on when there is nothing in you.
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much.
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
This poem is the embodiment of the truth that I have realized. This poem is the antidote to real world's anxieties.
Regarding Imaginary Gods and the related expectations are so sad. Man is so desperate for things to happen to him. Will not his own God, if he exists, be happy if he just thanks him for keeping him alive rather than just keep on asking for new and better things. Man's desires have no bounds. God, I do not know, if he exists, Although I have serious concerns he does not, let us say he exists, don't you think he is just fed up with the human desires and the non-fulfilling nature. Again, I quote, Kabeer, the greatest agnostic of the land,
कबीरा कहे ये जग अँधा
अँधी जैसी गाय
बछड़ा था तो मर गया
अँधी जैसी गाय
बछड़ा था तो मर गया
झुठ जाम चटाये
कबीरा कहे ये जग अँधा
कबीरा कहे ये जग अँधा
गगन घटा कहरनि साधो
गगन घटा कहरनि साधो
गगन घटा कहरनि
पूरब दिशा से उठी है बदरिया
पूरब दिशा से उठी है बदरिया
रिम झिक बरसत पानी
पूरब दिशा से उठी है बदरिया
रिम झिक बरसत पानी
हो रिम झिक बरसत पानी
अँधी जैसी गाय बछड़ा
था तो मर गया
झुठ जाम चटाये
कबीरा कहे ये जग अँधा
कबीरा कहे ये जग अँधा
कबीरा कहे ये जग अँधा
कबीरा कहे ये जग अँधा
अड्डा पर्दा छोड़ दे
बिन परदे की बात
अड्डा पर्दा छोड़ दे
बिन परदे की बात
दुल्हन से दूल्हा मिला तो
दुल्हन से दूल्हा मिला तो.
Pheenki padi baraat
This is what we stand for. The only guarantee is non-guarantee. Why do we stress on There is no God. We do because We want to stress on its Hegelian negation, "There exists a non-god", which needs our help. When we say, there exists a god, it makes people complacent to their own problems and other human problems which could have been solved by human agency.
That's why, there exists no god is a correct statement, but it is incomplete. The complete statement is:
"There is no God, but there surely, is a Non-God, or Humans which needs Our help to survive and get out of their problems."
हमन हैं इश्क़ मस्ताना हमन को होशियारी क्या
रहें आज़ाद या जग से हमन दुनिया से यारी क्या
जो बिछड़े हैं पियारे से भटकते दर-ब-दर फिरते
हमारा यार है हम में हमन को इंतिज़ारी क्या
ख़लक़ सब नाम अपने को बहुत कर सर पटकता है
हमन गर नाम साँचा है हमन दुनिया से यारी क्या
न पल बिछ्ड़ें पिया हम से न हम बिछड़े पियारे से
उन्हीं से नेह लागी है हमन को बे-क़रारी क्या
'कबीरा' इश्क़ का माता दुई को दूर कर दिल से
जो चलना राह नाज़ुक है हमन सर बोझ भारी क्या
"Humara Yaar hai hum mein...!"
What else should he have written? You are your own friend. There is no one else for you. Why don't you realize it? Your God resides you does not mean, there is someone really inside you in some form of spirit bullshit, come on, it means it is you and you alone who can cure your ills.
All spiritual saints adopted the religious language because they knew, saying truth directly that there is no meaning or guarantee of end of suffering, will cause mayhem. But what they really meant is this only. There are already problems in this world, Sufferings. In this mayhem, Man can only control himself from hallucinating to gods and thus can take agency and work. If he stops relying on deities, he will not contribute to the world suffering, and maybe he might help a few.
And The Covid pandemic has taught me only one thing. "There are no Gods of course, But there are two types of men, first those who can help other men, outgrow their own suffering, and then second, who cannot even help themselves and keep praying to an imaginary deity which does not even exist.
People, doctors and civil servants who worked hard, to help, are the first kinds, and then were those who tried different placebos other than the God Placebo, like beating utensils and eating unverified medicine like Coronil.
All I say, if you want to believe in anything, believe, But have the decency to say, what Rahat indori once said,
न हम-सफ़र न किसी हम-नशीं से निकलेगा
हमारे पाँव का काँटा हमीं से निकलेगा !
Your Pain can be cured by you only. Not by any other thing.
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