How it all started...
My neighbour's daughter saw my chocolate enrobed biscuit and asked "How did you do this magic? How did you put the biscuit inside the chocolate?".
I was amazed by her sense of astonishment. As long as she didn't understand how simple it was, it's going to be a magic for her.
Similarly, last year I bought a book of Gulzar saab. When I opened it I saw that it was signed. It appeared magical to me. I was ecstatic.. as if Gulzar saab kept a copy for me specially, with a sign.
Then logic took over and I went to the book stall and saw all the copies. Dear saab had so forethought and signed all the books to be sold at the Lit Fest. How thoughtful of him!. But once the reason appeared, the magic disappeared.
Recently I was pondering about this point. As long as we do not know the inner workings of things, we can experience magic and mystery. Once we know things, the magic disappears. That's true of Science. Once you do the experiment and know how things work, there is no magic left. Whereas poetry is one thing where, the more you understand, the more magical it gets. I am not a poetry fanatic but my very very limited exposure was enough to make me understand this. Look at movie lyrics. So many people are mesmerized by it. Each line is special to them. It brings warmth and love.
Whereas Science cannot achieve that. So, sometimes it's better to have poetry than science. Isn't it?
As if echoing my thoughts, Osho has said this:
"Look for the mysterious in life. Wherever you look – in the white clouds, in the stars in the night, in the flowers, in a flowing river – wherever you look, look for the mystery. And whenever you find that a mystery is there, meditate on it.
Meditation means: dissolve yourself before that mystery, annihilate yourself before that mystery, disperse yourself before that mystery. Be no more, and let the mystery be so total that you are absorbed in it. And suddenly a new door opens, a new perception is achieved. Suddenly the mundane world of division, of separation has disappeared, and a different, totally different world of oneness comes before you. Everything loses its boundary; everything is with others, is not divided but one.
This can be done only if you do something with you. If you have to solve a problem, you have to do something with the problem. You have to find a key, a clue. You have to work on the problem. You have to move in a laboratory – you have to do something. If you have to encounter a mystery, you have to do something with you; with the mystery nothing can be done.
We are impotent before a mystery. That’s why we go on changing mysteries into problems, because with problems we are potent, with problems we feel we are in control. With mysteries we are impotent, we cannot do anything. With mysteries we face death, and we cannot manipulate. That’s why the more human intellect grows mathematical, logical, the less and less possibility of ecstasy is open before the human mind, less and less poetry is possible. Romance is lost; life becomes factual, not symbolic."
My neighbour's daughter saw my chocolate enrobed biscuit and asked "How did you do this magic? How did you put the biscuit inside the chocolate?".
I was amazed by her sense of astonishment. As long as she didn't understand how simple it was, it's going to be a magic for her.
Similarly, last year I bought a book of Gulzar saab. When I opened it I saw that it was signed. It appeared magical to me. I was ecstatic.. as if Gulzar saab kept a copy for me specially, with a sign.
Then logic took over and I went to the book stall and saw all the copies. Dear saab had so forethought and signed all the books to be sold at the Lit Fest. How thoughtful of him!. But once the reason appeared, the magic disappeared.
Recently I was pondering about this point. As long as we do not know the inner workings of things, we can experience magic and mystery. Once we know things, the magic disappears. That's true of Science. Once you do the experiment and know how things work, there is no magic left. Whereas poetry is one thing where, the more you understand, the more magical it gets. I am not a poetry fanatic but my very very limited exposure was enough to make me understand this. Look at movie lyrics. So many people are mesmerized by it. Each line is special to them. It brings warmth and love.
Whereas Science cannot achieve that. So, sometimes it's better to have poetry than science. Isn't it?
As if echoing my thoughts, Osho has said this:
"Look for the mysterious in life. Wherever you look – in the white clouds, in the stars in the night, in the flowers, in a flowing river – wherever you look, look for the mystery. And whenever you find that a mystery is there, meditate on it.
Meditation means: dissolve yourself before that mystery, annihilate yourself before that mystery, disperse yourself before that mystery. Be no more, and let the mystery be so total that you are absorbed in it. And suddenly a new door opens, a new perception is achieved. Suddenly the mundane world of division, of separation has disappeared, and a different, totally different world of oneness comes before you. Everything loses its boundary; everything is with others, is not divided but one.
This can be done only if you do something with you. If you have to solve a problem, you have to do something with the problem. You have to find a key, a clue. You have to work on the problem. You have to move in a laboratory – you have to do something. If you have to encounter a mystery, you have to do something with you; with the mystery nothing can be done.
We are impotent before a mystery. That’s why we go on changing mysteries into problems, because with problems we are potent, with problems we feel we are in control. With mysteries we are impotent, we cannot do anything. With mysteries we face death, and we cannot manipulate. That’s why the more human intellect grows mathematical, logical, the less and less possibility of ecstasy is open before the human mind, less and less poetry is possible. Romance is lost; life becomes factual, not symbolic."
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