Introduction
Roszak
(1995, p130) has mentioned Ginsburg’s poem; in
reference to Zen ‘Satori’, or enlightenment;
I
feel as if I am at a dead end
and so I am finished
All spiritual facts I realise
are true but I never escape
the feeling of being closed in
and the sordidness of self,
the futility of all that I
have seen and done and said
Thinking
is an interesting phenomenon. There is a story (from
spoken tradition in the sub-continent) that once a wanderer
came to the Royal courts of Emperor Akbar. The stranger
was an expert in languages and spoke 16 different languages
with undistinguishable accent. He posed a challenge
to all the ministers and intellectuals to determine
his native tongue. Different people came forward and
conversed with him in their own tongues. None could
challenge his knowledge and mastery of language. Birbal,
the Wazir, asked the man for time to think and requested
him to be the guest of the palace for a day. The man
smiled at their helplessness and agreed. He was given
a Royal treat and allocated a Royal chamber. Having
feasted on delicious food and sweets, he was in deep
slumber the moment he hit the pillow. At around midnight,
a shadow came from behind the curtains and splashed
a bucketful of cold water on the stranger. The stranger
shouted abuses and looked for the offender but could
not find him. He made a mental note to complain to the
emperor the next day and went back to sleep.
The next day, in the court, he took his place and sat
erect in his chair, beaming with confidence and pride.
The Emperor asked Birbal if he has the answer and Birbal
nodded his head in an affirmative, smiling. He got up
from his seat and told of the true native tongue of
the stranger. Stranger was surprised. He accepted that
the answer was right and requested Birbal to disclose
how he found out about it. Birbal told his that the
shadow that splashed cold water on him at night was
none other than himself. Birbal said, “When you
were deep in sleep and unmindful of your tricks, you
shouted abuses in your native tongue.” . . . .
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