Friday, May 14, 2021

an interview.

 “If America told us Sanskrit was great, India would love it,” says Professor Lakshmi Thathachar, “we love everything that comes from the West.”  Instead it is up to people like the professor to extol its virtues, which he does with a series of disarming smiles and rhetorical questions.

Descended from the one of the Melkote devotees of the great 12th century philosopher Sri Ramanujar,  Professor Lakshmi Thathachar was a Professor of Sanskrit at Bangalore University before setting up the Academy of Sanskrit Research at Melkote.  He now runs the nascent Samskriti Foundation which takes a holistic approach to the ideal lifestyle, combining sustainability based on the Sanskrit farming treatise of Rishi Krishi Paddati with an emphasis on fusing traditional knowledge systems with technology.  Sanskrit and the literature it has spawned are clearly his passion, but this brief biography does little to prepare you for a discussion which ranges from jokes about busy husbands outsourcing the production of children to TS Eliot to the reasons for the mental disorders of today’s youth (the lack of maternal attention and affection).  You may not agree with all he says but you cannot help but be fascinated.

“The modern world”, Professor Thathachar declares, “needs Sanskrit,” because Sanskrit is such a systematic and scientific language.  Lord Macaulay, the British politician who famously foisted an English-medium education system upon India, thought it a dead language.  Now that Panini’s grammar is recognised almost as a meta-grammar for the world by those such as the American linguist Noam Chomsky, the professor welcomes Sanskrit’s ascendant star in the IT era.  He has himself done much work in this field, developing computer programmes and languages for Sanskrit using Sanskrit.  “I never looked to the West, what would be the point?  Our systems are totally different.”  He advises those working on Indian regional language software tools to use Sanskrit too. “I admire English and am a great lover of English literature, but it is an illogical language.”  Why, he asks, do the ‘u’ in ‘put’ and ‘but’ not sound the same? Indians should not view their own languages through the prism of English, as many are now doing. 

But more than just the language, it is the “ocean of knowledge” present in Sanskrit literature that Professor Thathachar enthuses about.  According to a survey by the National Mission for Manuscripts there are approximately 1 million manuscripts in India.  Only about 10% of these have been documented and deciphered.  “There is so much information and we’re not using any of it.”  The professor has spent many years dipping into various texts to research unlikely things such as food technology.  He found 300 texts on metallurgy alone, and came across an interesting alloy in one treatise on aeronautical engineering.   Some texts may contain little or nothing useful for the modern world, but we should at least read them and check.  “Our predecessors wouldn’t have preserved things that weren’t worth preserving.”

Each manuscript takes two man years to properly preserve and document.  It is a gargantuan task and one that may fast become impossible as people lose their ability to read the scripts in which these texts are written.  He mentions a library in Jammu which houses several thousand manuscripts written in the Sharada script.  None of the handful of Sharada script adepts knows Sanskrit, so the manuscripts will stay there “until they disintegrate”.  The government made a law that any manuscript over 200 years old must be declared, but it is hard to see how the law will be enforced.  The professor was developing a speech recognition software which would allow scholars to read the texts out loud and then capture them digitally, reducing the time it takes by about 20%.  But, “there’s no money now”, he says cheerfully.

Professor Thathachar is also interested in the preservation of India’s oral heritage.  “The government wants to make everyone literate, but what does that mean?  If I have learnt to form the characters to write my name does that make me literate?  Does that make me more literate than a villager who can’t read or write but has by heart reams of folk songs?”  People need to be exposed to this literature, to imbibe it, whether via the written or oral tradition.  We discuss how translation, particularly into English, can help.  “I prefer the new Western term, ‘transcreation’.   Translation isn’t about the words but the thoughts of the poet.  To translate a poem you have to get into the heart of the poet, to understand exactly what he was trying to express”, for which the professor advocates reading a text “10, 15, 100 times”,  before translating it.  He cites a comment in a commentary which is itself a commentary on the Mahabhashya commentary on Panini’s Ashtadhyayi.  The author writes that his own commentary is useless if the reader knows the Mahabhashya, and if the reader doesn’t know the Mahabhashya then his own commentary is useless.  “Similarly, if you know the original you don’t need a translation and if you don’t know the original why would you want a translation?”  Despite this seemingly harsh judgment on the very concept of translation, the professor does value the reach it affords a text, and has translated several texts himself.   And he very much agrees that these literary works ought to be broadcast abroad, because “in England I don’t think you have a Mahabharata”.  But he closes with a shloka which, although intended merely to illustrate the virtuosity of Sanskrit poets, also demonstrates just how untranslatable Sanskrit poetry can be.  It would be unwise to attempt a translation, so suffice to say that each line of the shloka below can be broken up in such a way that it both asks a question and is the answer to that question. 

कंसंजघान कृष्णः।

काशीतलवाहिनीगङ्गा।

केदारपोषणरताः।

कंबलवन्तनबाधते शीतम्॥

karttanE

 pallavi

chittam eppaDiyO ayyA nin

anupallavi
uttamanAga ennai uyartiDUvAyO
karttanE nI ennai kai viDuvAyO

charanam
vADi nondEnE mei jnAna kaN mUDi naindEnE
nADi ALvAi enDRu nambi vandEnE
pADum vEdanAyakan parugum sen tEnE

Translation

What is your intention, O Lord?

Will you uplift me as a virtuous man? Or, Oh Doer, will you abandon me?

Alas, I was wilted and wounded! Closing my true eyes of wisdom, I became frayed! Believing that you would search me out and rule me, I came here. O the pure honey that is imbibed by this singing Vedanayakan, what is you intention?


Tiruvarutpa of Vallalar, Tirumurai-VI part I , verse 3369

paTTuvittAl pADuginDREn
paNivittAl paNiginDREn
padiyE, ninnai kUTTuvittAl kUDuginDREn
kuzhaivittAl kuzhaiginDREn
kuRitta UNai UTTuvittAl uNginDREn
uRanguvittAl uRanguginDREn
uRangAdenDRu ATTuvittAl ADuginDREn
andO, ichchiRiyEnAl Avadu ennE!

If you allow me to sing, I sing. If you allow me to serve, I serve. O Lord, if you allow me to join you, I join you. If you allow me soften with love, I soften. When you allow me to eat appropriate food, I eat. When you allow me to sleep, I sleep. When you forbid me to sleep and make me dance instead, I dance. Alas, what is in the control of this lowly being.


Thursday, May 13, 2021

Bharath,s attachment

 Bharath,s attachment started much before chitrakoota.

During the wedding celebrations as is the custom in Indian weddings the friends of the bride bring a well decorated thaal covered with silk cloth to Rama and offer requesting him to see what was offered. Rama,s well whishers requested him to not abide by the request. The girls then go to Lakshmana he also refuses to oblige Satrugna also does the same the girls are disappointed they approach Bharata with a fresh request saying that what is offered is very dear to Rama. Bharata obliges and is shown the slippers of Paducah of Rama what greater joy for the best bhakta of Rama the pleasure he experienced was rooted in his heart. 

Thus later when he was disappointed when Rama refused to budge he was given the same footwear. Which immediately connected to something deep in his heart and he was able to return to Ayodhya and took up the management of the kingdom.


Wednesday, May 12, 2021

float.

 Rama worships the god of the ocean, Varuna and requests him to make way. When Varuna does not appear before Rama, Rama starts shooting various weapons at the sea, which starts drying up.

A terrified Varuna pleads to Rama. Though he refuses to give way, he gives Rama a solution. He tells Rama that Nala, the son of Vishwakarma - the architect of the gods, is amongst his vanara army.

Varuna suggests that Rama construct a bridge across the ocean to Lanka, under the supervision of Nala.

In some versions, Nala is said to have the power to make stones float and, thus, easily makes the sea-bridge.

In other versions, another Vanara called Nila is also said to have this power and both Nala and Nila are described as builders of the bridge. Known as Adam’s Bridge.

It was built in the Span of Five days:

1st day : fourteen Yojanas

2nd day : twenty Yojanas

3rd day : twenty-one Yojanas

4th day : twenty-two Yojanas

5th day : twenty-three yojanas.

Length and width of Rama Setu: Adams bridge:

The celestials and Gandharvas, the heavenly musicians saw Nala's bridge, having a width of ten yojanas and a length of hundred yojanas and which was very difficult to be build.


two more additions to this was very interesting.

While the bridge was being built It is said Rama too picked up a stone and put in the sea but that did not float. Rama saw Hanuman looking at him and smiling. so he asked him why did that happen Hanuman smilingly said when Rama only leaves the stone how then could it float. we already know that each stone was inscribed with Rama Nama.

People ran to Ravana and said The Rama army had succeeded to built a bridge and the stones were floating. to re assure them Ravan said even i can do it and threw a stone into the river which floated. Ravan knew that it did so because he had taken an oath on the name of Rama that this stone should float so it had floated.

is this true but lessons to learn.

 "...Lord Rama wanted to do be victorious in battle against Ravana, and for that He wanted to establish a Shivalinga and worship it. Now to do this, a priest was needed, but in those days there were no priests found in Rameshwaram. So Lord Rama was in dire need of a good priest to perform the rituals.

Ravana was a staunch devotee of Lord Shiva and was also a Brahmin by birth. So Ravana’s brother Vibhishana (who was on Lord Rama’s side), told Lord Rama that Ravana was very well-versed in the rituals. So Lord Rama sent an invitation to Ravana to come and preside as the priest for the pooja at Rameshwaram.

Ravana accepted the invitation and came. But then he told Lord Rama that the pooja would be incomplete without his wife being present. No pooja or yagna can be performed without the wife’s presence. So he told Lord Rama, ‘Since you are a married man, both you and your wife have to sit together for the pooja, otherwise you cannot perform the pooja’.

Then Lord Rama said to him, ‘It is the duty of the priest to provide an alternative for anything that is missing. Since my wife is not with me (having been kept in captivity by Ravana at that time), please tell me what the alternative for this problem is. Can we keep a doll in her place as a substitute?’

Then Ravana said, ‘I do not believe in alternative. I would want everything to be present for the worship of Lord Shiva. So I will call your wife here for the pooja. After the pooja, please send her back to Lanka’.

So Ravana brings Sita for the pooja. After the pooja, when Lord Rama and Sita bow down to touch the feet of the priest, that is, Ravana, to take blessings, then Ravana blesses Lord Rama by saying ‘Vijayi bhavaha’ (May victory be yours!). He had no choice but to do so.

When someone touches the feet of a priest, he is left with no choice but to bless that person. So Ravana had to give that blessing to Lord Rama for which He had organized the pooja. He also blessed Sita by saying ‘Sumangali bhavaha’ (May you receive all that is best and auspicious always!) Such was Ravana’s magnanimity. After blessing both of them, Ravana took Sita back to Lanka with him.

This is a very exciting story. We always perceive Ravana as a villain, but even Ravana had many good qualities in him. This is why when Ravana was counting his last breaths and was at his death bed on the battlefield, Lord Rama told Lakshmana to go and touch the feet of Ravana and receive knowledge from him as he lay dying on the battlefield. Lord Rama said, ‘If I go to him (Ravana) then he will leave his body and his soul will merge into Me. So before that happens, go and learn all that you can from him’.

Do you know, there is a Gita by the name Ravana? It is called Ravana Gita.

Of the five Gitas that are present, it is one of them. Just like you have the Srimad Bhagavad Gita, Ashtavakra Gita, Udhhava Gita, and Guru Gita; there is another Gita called Ravana Gita (the song of Ravana). In it, Ravana teaches many sermons to Lakshmana..."

there is a Rama Geeta too between Rama and Lakshman to answer why he sent Sita to the Ashram.

prep for D

when asked how should one prepare for death Answer Life itself is a preparation for death. it seems so true in the present circumstances. 

Coffee vendor.

 A heartening post. The trend to dismiss old fashioned honesty, ethics, as naivety and lack of smartness, is the reason for lack of moral values in the current world. Educational institutions concentrate on how to make children 'future ready' without taking care of instilling basic values. Sharing a post which brought a lot of hope. 

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Fourth Leg of Righteousness by Jayanthi Prakash Sarma

(Translated by Dr Suguna Kannan)


It was early morning when my wife and I boarded the Janmabhoomi train at Visakhapatnam station to attend my friend’s daughter’s wedding at Rajahmundry. The early morning breeze and the train’s rocking movement were soporific and we dozed off until the train halted at Tuni.  I hailed a passing vendor and asked for two cups of coffee. I handed over one cup to my wife and took a sip. I complimented him on the coffee and asked, “How much?” as I opened my wallet to find that it had only 200-rupee notes. Hearing his response of twenty rupees, I handed over a 200-rupees note to him. 

“Don’t you have change?” he asked as he put down his flask and started searching for change in his shirt pocket. The train started, before he could take the change out of his pocket and sped away. Our compartment was next to the engine so he got no chance to hand over the change though he did attempt to run after the train. 

I blamed myself for having ordered coffee without checking the availability of change. 

 “Oh my God! How foolish of you! Could you not have taken the change and then handed over the note? What’s the use of your age and experience?”, my wife gleefully took the opportunity to snub me.  

I tried to justify my action,“Okay, suppose he had given the change and the train had started before I could give him the note…then would it not have been a loss to him?” 

“What loss? From morning, he would have met ten people like you and at the end of the day he will have only profit, no loss!” replied my wife, with a cynical smile on her face. 

“We should trust people; poor fellow, what can he do if the train started? Will he subsist on our money?”

My better half was irritated to hear me defending him. “They wait for just such opportunities. If he meets four simpletons like you, it will be enough to earn a day’s living,” grumbled my wife glaring at me. I maintained a stoic silence. 

“Anyway, you cannot expect him be as honest and as principled as you are”, she concluded looking around at the other co-passengers, who were all looking at us. The train had picked up speed and we crossed the next station Annavaram. Gradually, I let go of the slender hope that I had of getting back the change.  

My wife believes that I get cheated by people since I have a naïve faith in mankind and am kind.  I was quite accustomed to being put down by her and being scolded since I believe that she is not correct in distrusting others. I strongly believe that we should see goodness in others and if anyone lacks it, their baseness should be attributed to the environment and conditions in which they grew up.  I believe that inside each of us, there is the potential for both good and evil - what we choose depends on the circumstances.  Though I have been proved wrong by her on many similar occasions, it did not affect my faith.   I believe that dharma or righteousness is upheld by its fourth leg of trustfulness.

“Let it go! Poor people! Are they going to build palaces with our money? Forget it!” I said trying to pacify her. She stayed silent, out of her affection for me and I was in no mood to prolong the conversation.  

The compartment was filled with many standing passengers. I let my gaze slide outside to the fleeing fields.  By then many of my co passengers were looking at me and assessing me according to their perception – some were thinking of me as a fool while others were looking at me with sympathy and pity; some were smiling to themselves about the free entertainment they had enjoyed and some were curious to see what would happen next. By the time the train reached the outskirts of Pitapuram, all had lost their interest in us and were lost in their thoughts.

It was then that I heard a voice, “Sir, was it not you who bought two coffees and gave a 200- rupees note?”

 I turned towards the voice. Pushing his way through the crowd was a teenage boy, who stopped in front of my seat.  Suddenly I felt elated though he did not look like the coffee vendor whom I remembered as being middle aged. 

“Yes, Son! I did give a 200-rupee note to a coffee vendor but the train sped away before I could receive the change. However, I do not remember buying coffee from you,” I said honestly. 

“Yes, Sir! But are you the person, who drank the coffee at Tuni station”, he asked me again. 

“Why would I lie? If you want you can ask these people here.” 

“No! No, Sir! I do not doubt you but I was just confirming to avoid making a mistake!”  Saying this, he took out the change of 180 rupees from his pocket and handed it over to me. 

“You are...?”

“I am his son, Sir”

I looked at him with surprise since he seemed to have guessed my doubt.

“Sir, every day one or two such incidents happen at Tuni station because the train does not stop for long. In that short time many people panic, give a note and the train starts before they can receive back the change.  That is why, I usually board the train and wait. My father messages me giving details of the persons (of the amount, compartment and seat number) to whom the change has to be returned. I return the change and get down at the next station and return back to Tuni by another train. My father leaves some change with me for such transactions.”    

I was surprised but still managed to ask, “Are you studying?”

“Tenth class, Sir! My elder brother helps father in the afternoon and I help him in the mornings”. 

When I heard his this, I felt like talking to his father, so asked him for his father’s phone number and dialled the number.

“Your son has just returned the change for the 200-rupees note. I am calling to express my appreciation for your actions. I am so very happy that you are not only educating your children but more important instilling in them the values of honesty and integrity”, I said complimenting him.

“That is very nice of you, Sir! I feel honoured that you are taking the trouble to call just to express your appreciation. I have only studied up to fifth class. In those days, short stories about ethics and morality were narrated to us and textbooks also had material that strengthened values like honesty and integrity so we learnt to differentiate between good and bad, right from wrong. It is those principles, which guide me to lead a trouble-free honest life.” 

As I listened to his words on the phone, I was amazed by his words and thought process.

He continued, “But today those values are not taught in schools. What children are taught these days is as unhealthy as giving spicy food to babies. When my children were studying at home, I used to listen to them and I noticed that the curriculum no longer has moral stories, inspiring poetry or children’s books by Paravastu Chinnayasuri – nothing of value! That is why I entrust them with simple tasks like these to pass on the few values that I know. That is all!” I was amazed by the foresight of this man and I just patted the son on his shoulders.  

My wife was taken aback seeing the glow of joy on my face as I placed the 180 rupees, returned by the boy in my wallet. She gave me an apologetic sheepish smile because she knew that the joy was not for the money regained!

I remembered that in Srimad Bhagavatham, righteousness or dharma is described as Nandi the ‘bull’ who stands on four ‘legs’—austerity, cleanliness, kindness and trust or truthfulness. The Bhagavatham also predicts that all the four legs will not be equally strong over epochs of time - representing the degree of decline of righteousness. In the world, during the Satya Yuga, the first stage of development, the bull would stand firmly on all four legs but as the yugas changed, one by one the legs would be broken and lost until finally in Kali-yuga (the present age) only truthfulness or trust would be the dominant form of Dharma or righteousness. 

This humble coffee vendor’s action appears to be proof that as predicted righteousness or dharma still   flourishes in this World though it is on its fourth leg of truthfulness. As I watched the boy move down the compartment, I mentally saluted the coffee vendor!


(Shri J.P.Sarma is a State Bank of India employee and the author of Edari Parugu: Kadhala Samputi  in Telugu)  

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