PART FOUR
ஜகத் சித்திரம்
JAGAT CHITTIRAM
[WORLD SCENES; PERCEIVED SCENES]
(சிறுநாடகம்/SMALL
PLAY)
Bharati walked towards his favorite lonely
spot beside the hill, his Mother Kaali’s temple. He lay down, relaxing on the
grassy bed under a grove of trees.
He was thinking; just thinking as usual. His
mind would think or imagine or remain silent!
His thoughts were not overflowing drain waters
like that of an ordinary man.
His thoughts rose from the ‘Self-State’ which
was always as his identity.
His bliss expressed itself as unblemished love
for all, be it a deity in the templeor a donkey on the road.
He saw no differentiations between the Self
and the world.
He loved to think; he loved to imagine; he
loved to love!
‘His mind was never at rest from the time he
took birth.
He could just keep on imagining beautiful
things which took him away from all the regular turmoil of the world.
Imagination was his soul! And he loved to love
anything and everything, be it a vice or virtue. He looked upon everyone with
equal mind. He had no identity with his body at all. In his very young age, as
he studied the Upanishads and other Advaitic scriptures, his ‘I’ had melted
off.
But no one knew about it of course.
He lived among a caste-mad crowd of stupid
Brahmins who had no knowledge of anything but their age-old rotten mechanical
observances of Brahminism. Not one even knew the true meaning of Gaayatri
Mantra, the essence of Brahmin hood.
Bhaarati the realized Sage could never talk
ordinary; never behave ordinary; never could think ordinary.
His mind overflowed with love; his mind melted
in the beauty of the creation, be it a flower, or a smile of a child or the
attractive glances of a woman.
He was not a sensuous person; but saw the
power and beauty of his Mother Shakti everywhere.
If Ramakrishna ParamaHamsa was mad after the
Kaali of Dakshineshvar temple, Bharati was similarly mad about his mother
Shakti dancing everywhere as the Supreme power of Brahman.
He had attained the ‘state of the Self’ long
back in his youthful days by just a few hours of thinking and analyzing.
His profound words rising from the ‘state of
Self’ were never understood by the people around him.
If Ramakrishna had been nicknamed ‘Paagal’
(insane) for seeing his mother in all females, this great man was nicknamed as
‘Kirukkan’ (crazy) for uttering profound words of the Upanishads in a simple
language !
(This is the beauty of the blind and ignorant!
The moment a person gets sight and knowledge,
he is thrown out as an idiot! Otherwise how could they ever continue to survive
happily in the dark dungeons of stupidity?)
முதல் காட்சி
FIRST SCENE
இடம்-மலையடி வாரத்தில் ஒரு காளி கோயில்
நேரம்-நடுப்பகல்
Place: A Kaali
temple under the hill.
Time: Mid-noon
Mostly Bharati spent his days wandering in the
hillocks like an outcaste, as he never followed the rules laid for Brahmins.
This was one such day. The noon Sun was hot!
In the tank in front of the Kali temple, there
was an arched floating Mantap.
(a small structure which will float in the
water).
A crow was crowing harshly.
Bharati’s mind changed that sound into words!
What
was the crow saying…?
காக்கையரசன்-(கோயிலை எதிர்த்த தடாகத்திக் இடையிலிருந்த தெப்ப மண்டபத்தின் உச்சியில் ஏறி உட்காந்து கொண்டு சூர்யனை நோக்கிச் சொல்லுகிறான்)
CROW KING: (seated on the top edge of the
arched structure on the waters; was dressing the Sun.)
“எங்கோ வாழ்!
“ENGO VAAZH” “ENGO VAAZH”
It meant “Live somewhere” “Live somewhere”…
Was it taunting him?
He opened his eyes to see the crow.
It was looking at the Sun and crowing!
Oh!
Yes ! Sun was also ‘Live somewhere person’!
Sun was above all! Sun was necessary for the
world to go on!
Sun was the representation of the Supreme
which was necessary for the world to go on!
Sun was the representation of the witness
consciousness within oneself!
He was truly “ENGO
VAAZH” /“Live somewhere”/
Transcend all things!
‘Like me!’ Bharati sighed!
நீல மலைகள் நிரம்ப அழகியன. வானம் அழகியது.
வான் வெளி இனிது. வான் வெளியை மருவிய நின் னொளி இனியவற்று ளெல்லாம் இனிது.
How beautiful the world was!
The bluish hills; blue sky; such an expanse of space
containing all stars and planets; the sunlight which in an instant covered the
entire world…!
Everything was so nice; so beautiful!
‘எங்கோ’ ‘எங்கோ’ எனவும்;அன்றி‘கிலுகிலு’ ‘கிலு கிலு’ எனவும்
‘கீக்கீ’‘கீக்கீ’ என்றும்,‘கேக்க’ ‘கேக்க’‘கேட்க கேட்க’ எனவும்;
‘கெக்கெக்கே’-குக்குக் குக்குக் குக்குக் குக்குக் குக்கூவே!’என்றும்,
‘கீச்,கீச் கீச்,கீச்’கிசு,கிசு,கிசு,கீச்’என்றும்; ‘ரங்க ரங்க’-
என்றும் பல்லாயிர வகையினில் இசைக்கும் குயில்களும், கிளிகளும், குலவு பல ஜாதிப்புட்களும் இனிய பூங்குரலுடையன.
And
the birds made so many sounds!
“Engo
Engo
“Kilu
kilu
“Kikkee
kikkee
“Kekka
kekka
“Kukkuk
kukkuk kukkuk kukkuk kukkukve
“Keech
keech keech keech
“Kisu
kisu kisu kisu keech
“Ranga
ranga !
So pleasing to hear all the birds making all these
noises simultaneously!
எனினும்,இத்தனை யின்பத்தினிடையே உயிர்க்குலத்தின்
உளத்தே மாத்திரம் இன்ப முறவில்லை.
So much happiness is around everyone as a gift from
Mother Nature!
Why then is no one happy?
இஃதென்னே!-
காக்கா! காக்கா! எங்கோ வாழ்?
Why
is it so?
Kaakkaa!
Kaakkaa! (Save ! Save!)
ENGO
VAAZH!” (Live somewhere!)”
The
crow seemed to say!
இதைக் கேட்டு,மற்றப் பக்ஷிகளெல்லாம் கத்துகின்றன:-
“ஆம், ஆம், ஆமாம், ஆமாம், ஆமாமடா! ஆமாமடா! ஆமாம்.
எங்கோவாழ். எங்கோ வாழ், நன்றாக உரைத்தாய்.
மனந்தான் சத்துரு.
வேறு நமக்குப் பகையே கிடையாது.
மனந்தான் நமக்குள்ளேயே உட்பகையா இருந்து கொண்டு
நம்மை வேரறுக்கிறது. அடுதுக் கெடுக்கிறது.
மனந்தான் பகை. அதைக் கொத்துவோம் வாருங்கள்.
அதைக் கிழிப்போம் வாருங்கள்.
அதை வேட்டை யாடுவோம் வாருங்கள்.
“Yes!
Yes! Yes indeed! Yes indeed! Yes! True! Well said”
All
the birds commended the crow, hearing his words.
(So Bharati imagined)
“Mind
is the enemy. There is no other enemy for us.
Mind
alone sits inside us and cuts at our roots; stays near us and deceives us.
Mind
is the enemy. Let us peck at it. Come. Let us hunt it out.
Come
all of you.”
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