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Karma: Electable, Immutable, Inexorable
by Dr. Pradip Bhattacharya Bookmark and Share
 

In tragic life, God wot, no villain need be;
Passions spin the plot. We are betrayed
By what is false within. 
1  

Noble blood is of little help
Deluded by passions, the best
of men turn wicked, and reap
the evil that they sow. 
2

The Doctrine  

Whether it is Meredith writing in 'Modern Love' in England of the 1860s, or Vyasa dictating to Ganesha in India's mythic past, the finger points unwaveringly not outwards at the other, but inwards at oneself. The moving finger writes and having writ moves on, but it is the individual who is responsible for making that choice, thinking that thought, feeling that emotion, doing that act which sets off the inexorable chakra of karma, and not just blind nemesis that visits unjustified calamity on his head. The Indian insight into this law was voiced memorably by Robert Frost:

'Two roads diverged in a wood
And I took the one less travelled by
And that has made all the difference.'
1

Whether it is Sri Aurobindo choosing to turn away from comfortable employment with the Maharaja of Baroda to leading the revolutionary movement for India's freedom, and on to the sadhana of the Supramental, or Mahatma Gandhi choosing non-violence to challenge the brutal might of white dominance, or Lincoln choosing to face the spectre of civil war to wipe out slavery, in each case it is the choice of the road less travelled that has made all the difference, not just for the individual taking the option but for society in general. That difference in the consequences may not necessarily be evident immediately. The anguished cry may well ring out:

'The best lack all conviction. 
While the worst
Are full of a passionate intensity.'
2

Christianity overcame the Roman Empire centuries after Jesus was crucified. Indeed, that is why we bemoan the unjustified misery suffered by the good while the evil enjoy the best of times. Sri Aurobindo's short story, 'Svapna' (Dream) slices through this Gordian knot at one fell stroke: the external appearances are deceptive; the mind of the evildoer who seems to be floating in a lake of bliss is full of scorpions; the righteous person mired in poverty enjoys a far higher quality of being-- the ineffable wealth of a mind at peace with itself.  

In both cases, the condition of being whether it is lack of conviction or passionate intensity is a function of conscious choice, with its inevitable consequences to be borne. Surely, it is critically significant that of all creatures man alone has the option of making choices instead of compulsively following instinct. As Krishna tells Arjuna after all the advice of the Gita - yatha icchasi tatha kuru: 'Act as you wish.'Given that undeniable fact, how is one to make sure--as the Pepsi jingle has it, 'Yehi hai right choice, baby--aha!' - that the correct choice is being made? As Professor Albus Dumbledore tells the novitiate wizard Harry Potter, 'As much money and life as you could want! The two things most human beings would choose above all - the trouble is, humans do have a knack of choosing precisely those things which are the worst for them.'3 

Ravana and Vibhishana, both are sons of the sage Vishravas and the rakshashiKaikesi; yet, how different are their ends, in each case the consequence of individual decisions regarding the way of life adopted. Ravana is the egotist par excellence who conquers the world but is a slave of his passions; Vibhishana's unclouded vision clearly distinguishes between right and wrong. Surya is the deity upholdingRita, truth, while Dharma is the god of righteousness. Both sire sons on Kunti - Karna and Yudhishthira - who make choices that differ radically in motive and in implementation. Yudhishthira perceives truth and grapples it to his heart with hoops of steel; Karna, knowing what is righteous, elects to oppose it. The law of karma can provide an invaluable guide in choosing the road to take. 

Karmic law is quite plainly stated: every act has a reaction, a result. This consequence may not, however, be immediate. So when, on occasion, it appears long after the act, the chooser is unable to connect and complains of unjustified, inexplicable misery being visited upon him, as King Lear does:

'As flies to wanton boys are we to the gods,
They kill us for their sport.'

Arnold Toynbee, the great historian, even spoke of a national karmic effect, citing the examples of England, France, and Russia. We could add Italy. Great empires all, fallen to the dust and today living in the shadow of a super power. The lesson: before making the choice be aware that it is bound to produce not just a result but also a reaction. A corollary is that 'good' acts do not wipe out the reactions produced by 'bad' acts. The consequences flow along their own individual paths; they do not cancel one another. The only exception is the path of yoga which, when adopted, is said to wipe the past slate clean:4

'How many births have I known
Without knowing the builder of this body!
How many births have I looked for him.
It is painful to be born again and again.
But now I have seen you, O builder of this body!
All desire is extinct, Nirvana is attained!
The rafters have crumbled the ridge pole is smashed!
You will not build them again.'  
             Buddha, Dhammapada (the P.Lal transcreation)

The Wish-fulfilling Tree 

One way of gaining insight into this cosmic doctrine is through a parable that sets forth the existential predicament of humankind in the universe: the parable of theKalpataru, the wish-fulfilling tree, narrated by Sri Ramakrishna.5

Into a room full of children at play walks the proverbial uncle, back from the city, who, of course, knows better. Laughing at their preoccupation with make-believe games, he asks them to lift up their eyes and go out to the massive banyan tree, which will grant them whatever they wish - the real stuff! The children do not believe him and remain busy with their toys. The uncle shrugs and leaves. And then they rush out, stand under the branches of this huge tree that cover the sky and ask for what all children crave: toys and sweets. In a flash they get what they want, but along with an unexpected bonus: the built-in opposite of what they wished for. With toys they get boredom; with sweets tummy-ache. Sure that something has gone wrong with their wishing, the children ask for bigger toys and sweeter sweets. The tree grants them their wishes and along with them bigger boredom and bigger tummy-ache. Time passes. They are now young men and women and their wishes change, for they know more. They ask for wealth, power, fame, sexual pleasure and they get these, but also cupidity, insomnia, anxiety, and frustration/disease. Time passes. The wishers are now old and gather in three groups under the all-encompassing branches. The first group exclaims, 'All this is an illusion!' Fools, they have learnt nothing. The second group says, 'We are wiser and will wish better next time.' Greater fools, they have learnt less than nothing. The third group, disgusted with everything, decides to cop out and asks for death. They are the most foolish of all. The tree grants them their desire and, with it, its opposite: rebirth, under the same tree. For, where can one be born, or reborn, but within this cosmos! 

All this while one child has been unable to move out of the room. Being lame, he was pushed down in the scramble and when he dragged himself to the window, he was transfixed watching his friends make their wishes, get them with their built-in opposites and suffer, yet compulsively continue to make more wishes. Riveted by this utterly engrossing lila of desire and its fruits, a profound swell of compassion welled up in the heart of this lame child, reaching out to his companions. In that process, he forgot to wish for anything for himself. In that moment of spontaneous compassion for others, he sliced through the roots of the cosmic tree with the sword of non-attachment, of nishkama karma. He is the liberated one, the mukta purusha

This wondrous kama-vriksha, tree of desire, is portrayed in a marvelously eidetic image by Vyasa in the Mahabharata (Shanti Parva 254. 1-8):

A wondrous kamavriksha grows in the heart, 
a tree of desire, born of attachment. 
Anger and arrogance its trunk, 
impulse to act its irrigating channel.
Ignorance its root; negligence nourishes it.
fault-finding its leaves, past misdeeds its pith.
Grief, worry and delusion its branches,
fear its seed.
Vines of craving clasp it around
creating delusion.
All around this fruit-giving mighty tree of desire 
sit greedy men, 
shackled in iron chains of desire,
craving its fruit.
He who snaps these bonds of desire 
slices this tree
with the sword of non-attachment. 


He transcends grief-giving age and death. 

But the fool who climbs this tree
greedy for fruit,
it destroys him;
even as poison pills destroy the sick.
The roots of this tree reach far and wide. 

Only the wise can hew it down
with the yoga-gifted
sword of equanimity. 

Who knows how to rein in desires
and knows the study of desire itself binds,
He transcends all sorrow.'
    -  (my transcreation)

The cosmic fig tree itself is figured forth by Krishna in the Gita (15.1-3) thus:

'Mention is made of a cosmic fig-tree
rooted above,
whose leaves are said to be the Vedas;
the knower of this fig-tree
is the knower of the Vedas.

Its branches reach out below and above,
its flowers are the objects of the senses;
below the ground flourish more roots
giving birth to action.

You may not see its real shape,
nor its end, birth and existence.
Slice this fig-tree with non-attachment.'
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Maya: The Unanswered Question

Another way of approaching an understanding of this predicament is through trying to answer, what is Maya? This the question put by the wandering sage Narada to Vishnu. The story that follows was retold--curiously but typically Indian in happenstance--to Andre Malraux in Varanasi by a passer-by. In Anti-MemoirsMalraux writes that suddenly an Indian came up to him and said, 'Mr. Malraux Sahib, would you like to listen to a story?' Taken aback, Malraux muttered that he was going to an official meeting. 'But this is a very good story,' was the insistent reply. Malraux, perforce, agreed and here is the story he heard:

Narada, the itinerant divine sage roaming the three worlds, sowing seeds of discord and inveterate experimenter, goes up to Vishnu and demands that Maya be explained to him. Vishnu is silent. Narada is not one to be denied. He insists so persistently that the god has to answer him. 'Maya cannot be explained, it has to be experienced,' he says. 'If you can't explain what you create, then I won't believe in you,' retorts the never-say-die sage. Quickly deserting his serpent couch'for the fate of gods in whom humans do not believe is shrouded in uncertainty--Vishnu beckons him to follow. Walking together, they reach a desert where Vishnu sits down under a tree and exclaims, 'I am so tired, Narada! Take this lotaand get me some water from that oasis. When you return I will explainMaya to you.' Eager to plumb the mystery, Narada speeds off to the oasis and finds a well there beside a hut. He calls out, and a lovely girl opens the door. Looking into her eyes, Narada is reminded of the compelling eyes of Vishnu. She invites him in and disappears indoors. Her parents come out and greet the guest, requesting him to rest and eat after his journey through the burning sands before he returns with the lota of water. Thinking of the lovely girl, Narada agrees. Night falls, and they urge him to leave in the cool morning. Awakening in the morning, Narada looks out and sees the girl bathing beside the well. He forgets about the lota of water. He stays on. The parents offer him their daughter's hand in marriage. Narada accepts, and settles down here. Children arrive; the parents-in-law die; Narada inherits the property. 12 years go by. Suddenly the floods arrive--floods in the desert! 'His house is washed away. His wife is swept away. Reaching out to clutch her, he loses hold of his children who disappear in the waters. Narada is submerged in the floods and loses consciousness. Narada awakens, his head pillowed in someone's lap. Opening his eyes he gazes into the eyes of Vishnu, seated at the desert's edge under that same tree, those eyes that remind him of his wife's. 'Narada,' asks Vishnu, 'where is the lota of water?' Narada asked, 'You mean, all that happened to me did not happen to me?' Vishnu smiled his enigmatic smile.

Is the karmic law real? Who experiences what happens? Shankaracharya entered a dead king's body, experienced a royal life of luxury with queens, courtesans, retainers, war'the lot. And he returned to answer the riddle put to him by a wise woman. Which of these was real? Do we dream or live? Certain things remain an enigma. It is said that the path of yoga shatters the adamantine shackles of karma. That is why the Buddha exclaimed that he had seen through the labyrinth of creation--the rafters are shattered, the edifice has crumbled, and never again will he be in the clutches of birth and rebirth.

The Drop of Honey

After the Kurukshetra holocaust, when the blind Dhritarashtra bewails the unjustified misery thrust upon him and turns to Vidura for consolation, this child of a maidservant narrates a gripping parable that provides yet another clue to understanding our existential situation8.

Take a certain Brahmin who loses himself in a dense jungle filled with wild beasts. Lions and tigers, elephants and bears - Yelling and trumpeting and roaring - a dismal scene to frighten even the god of death, Yama. The Brahmin is terror-stricken. He horripilates. His mind is a bundle of fears. He begins to run, helter-skelter; he looks right and left, hoping to find someone who will save him. But the fierce beasts - they are everywhere - the jungle echoes with their weird roaring - wherever he goes, they are there, ahead of him. 

Suddenly he notices that the fearful forest is swathed in a massive net. In front of him, with open arms, is a horrendous-looking female. Also, five-headed snakes hiss at him - tall snakes, their hill-huge bodies slithering up to the sky. 

In the middle of the forest is a well covered with grass and intertwining creepers. He falls in that well and dangles there, clutched by a creeper, like a jackfruit ripe for plucking. He hangs there, feet up, head down. 

Horror upon horror! In the bottom of the well he sees a monstrous snake. On the edge of the well is a huge black elephant with six heads and twelve feet hovering at the well - s mouth. And, buzzing in and out of the clutch of creepers, are giant, repulsive bees surrounding a honeycomb. They are trying to sip the deliciously sweet honey, the honey all creatures love, the honey whose real taste only children know. 

The honey drips out of the comb, and the honey drops fall on the hanging Brahmin - s tongue. Helpless he dangles, relishing the honey drops. The more the drops fall, the greater his pleasure. But his thirst is not quenched. More! Still more! - I am alive! - he says, - I am enjoying life! -  Even as he says this, black and white rats are gnawing the roots of the creeper. Fears encircle him. Fear of the carnivores, fear of the fierce female, fear of the monstrous snake, fear of the giant elephant, fear of the rat-devoured creeper about to snap, fear of the large buzzing bees - In that flux and flow of fear he dangles, hanging on to hope, craving the honey, surviving in the jungle of samsara.

The jungle is the universe; the dark area around the well is an individual life span. The wild beasts are diseases. The fierce female is decay. The well is the material world. The huge snake at the bottom of the well is Kala, all-consuming time, the ultimate and unquestioned annihilator. The clutch of the creeper from which the man dangles is the self-preserving life-instinct found in all creatures. The six-headed elephant trampling the tree at the well - s mouth is the Year - six faces, six seasons; twelve feet, twelve months. The rats nibbling at the creeper are day and night gnawing at the life span of all creatures. The bees are desires. The drops of honey are pleasures that come from desires indulged. They are the rasa of Kama, the juice of the senses in which all men drown.

This is the way the wise interpret the wheel of life; this is way they escape thechakra of life.

Dhritarashtra, of course, misses the point Vidura is making: man, literally hanging on to life by a thread and enveloped in multitudinous fears, is yet engrossed in the drops of honey, exclaiming, - More! Still more! I am alive! I am enjoying life! - And, like the blind king, we tend to miss the point too. Ignoring the law of karma, taking that other road, we fall into the pit and rale; but inveterately, compulsively strain to lick the honey. If heeded, this doctrine becomes a powerful instrument for building character, maintaining integrity and establishing a society that functions not on matsya nyaya [the big devouring the small] that celebrates individualism, but on dharma that upholds society and the world itself.

The Pure Mind

The question is: how to perceive the law and to make the right choice? Man, by definition, is manav, a mental being. The primacy of the intellect and of intelligence is stressed in the account Vyasa provides to his pupils of how creation occurred:9

Having created Brahma, Narayana directed him to create, but Brahma pleaded that he lacked the necessary prajna, wisdom. Thereupon, Narayana thought of buddhi,intelligence, which appeared. Infusing her with yogic power, he commanded her to enter Brahma, who was now able to create. Subsequently, the Vedas, which symbolize wisdom and knowledge, were spirited away by two demons, Madhu created from tamasic ignorance and Kaitava, born of passionate rajas. Brahma was now unable to create, being bereft of the Vedas. Narayana, who retrieved the Vedas from the depths in his Hayagriva avatara and slew the two demons, re-established the supremacy of Sattva essential for creation.

But, if the mind - s mirror is itself overlaid with dust, how will it reflect the light of pure intelligence, of unsullied discrimination? Hence the need for wiping the mind - s mirror clean through the practice of chitta shuddhi, so that the choice made is based upon perception that is not clouded by the passion of rajas and the ignorance of tamas. It is to such a mind that the law of karma makes sense as a beacon light to choose the right path for lokasamgraha, preserving the peoples, which is the call of dharma. For, at the back of our minds we need to hear, ever, the warning Krishna voiced:

Dharmo rakshati rakshitah; dharmo hanti hatah 
- Dharma, protected, protects. Dharma, violated, destroys. -

Determination and Free Will

The whole point of comprehending this doctrine lies in perceiving that the much-vexed controversy over determination and free will is resolved if seen in perspective. Let us, once again, take recourse to a story to understand this complicated issue.10

Two friends, Shyam and Yadu, lived in a village. Shyam was an ambitious go-getter, and Yadu a happy-go-lucky, ne - er do well. Keen to know the future, they approached a hermit who lived apart in the forest. After much persuasion, he agreed to look into the future and tell them their fates. After a year, he said, Shyam would become a king, while Yadu would die. Returning to the village, the shocked Yadu turned to prayer and began leading an exemplary life. Shyam, immediately on reaching the village, started throwing his weight about, grabbing whatever he fancied from others, threatening anyone who dared to protest, vociferously announcing that soon he would be their king.

A year passed by. Shyam sought out his friend and asked him to help pick the site for his palace. As they walked along the river bank, Shyam stumbled over something and fell. Picking himself up, he found the mouth of a jar protruding from the sand. Digging it up, he found it full of golden coins. Hearing his shouts of celebration at finding such treasure, a robber ran up and tried to snatch the jar. Yadu rushed to Shyam - s help and clutched on desperately to the robber - s leg. Unable to tackle the joint resistance of both friends, the infuriated robber stabbed Yadu on his arm and ran off.

Days passed. Yadu did not die; Shyam found himself still no king. So, they went off to the forest and hunted out the hermit. Confronting him, they demanded an explanation for the failure of his prophecy. The hermit went into meditation and then explained: the conduct of each of them had altered what was fated. Yadu's austerity and prayers had reduced the mortal blow into a stab injury. Shyam's tyrannical conduct had reduced the king's crown to a jar of gold coins.

Fate, therefore, is altered by the individual's choice of the path. Those that have eyes can see; those that have ears can hear. To develop this intuitive sense one has to dive deep, beyond the superficial sensory perception to the manas and cultivate living in that peace within which is the treasure beyond compare.

The Purpose: Insights from Examples

Why this karmic law, what is its purpose? The history of mankind shows a development from subservience to the group, through the growth of the increasingly conscious mental faculty, towards variety and freedom of the individual. 11 In exercising this freedom, the karmic law is an inestimably valuable reference point. The purpose has been succinctly stated by Sri Aurobindo: - - it is into the Divine in each man and each people that the man and the nation have to grow; it is not an external idea or rule that has to be imposed on them from without. Therefore the law of a growing inner freedom is that which will be most honoured in the spiritual age of mankind. - Self-knowledge is the pre-requisite for this freedom, - since spiritual freedom is not egoistic assertion of our separate mind and life but obedience to the Divine Truth in ourself and our members and in all around us - And as soon as man comes to know his spiritual self, he does by that discovery, often even by the very seeking for it, as ancient thought and religion saw, escape from the outer law and enter into the law of freedom.12 Until man achieves that to a significant extent, the compulsions of family, caste, clan, religion, society, nation will inevitably constrict his choice. The lower nature has to be subjected to the guidance of the illumined self and be transformed by it into a state where it naturally obeys the Divine Truth within the self. The eternal design is to allow each aspect of our being to grow freely in accordance with its known nature in order to discover the Divine in itself, not to extinguish it in a grand holocaust. 

Let us take an example of this grand design. GLB, an officer in the Indian Army, lost his father when 18 years of age, and had to support his mother and 10 brothers and sisters on provident fund proceeds and whatever he could earn through tuitions while studying in college. As a child, he could recite parts of the BengaliMahabharata by heart. In college, he was profoundly influenced by Christian missionaries and may have turned Christian had it not been for the influence of the lady he chose to wed. She, the youngest of 14 children, was the sole support of her mother and siblings, two of her brothers were associated with revolutionaries, and she was herself strongly based in the Hindu ethos. GLB was contemptuous of ritualistic Hinduism and used to say, laughingly, that he would turn to it only in old age. When 43, he was ambushed, shot, and dragged into East Pakistan, where he had to spend many years in solitary confinement in prison, locked in a cell behind the ward for lunatics, a powerful light always burning above his bed. Here, in the jail library, he discovered a copy of Sri Aurobindo's Bengali introduction to the Gita. This booklet changed everything. He was able to procure a copy of the Gita, and practiced its sadhana over the years, simultaneously studying the Koran in depth, completely changing his life, ultimately returning sane to his country.13 While in prison, he refused to ask for mercy as advised by his own government and instead, single handed, drafted petitions to the High Court and to the Supreme Court of Pakistan challenging the false evidence brought against him. This created nation-wide sensation in both countries and the military government reduced the sentence from 8 to 4 years. 

Superficially, here is an instance of unjustified, inexplicable calamity. During the officer's imprisonment, his wife had to bring up two sons with great difficulty, undergoing much humiliation and many travails. GLB got no recognition from the government for his heroism in the face of all odds. Both sons topped in the university, obtained degrees from foreign universities on scholarships, and he saw them established in life. GLB used to say that he must have been a yogabhrashta in his earlier birth and therefore the Divine had purged him of his impurities through this traumatic experience and virtually threw him into the path of yoga long before he had planned. GLB chose to join the army because his wife-to-be had pointed out that his pay was too little to support a family. By accident, at the age of 30, he happened to meet Sri Aurobindo and the Mother, when his wife had gone to Pondicherry. 13 years later the accident occurred in which he was shot and imprisoned. 

Thus, the individual makes his choice, but the Divine also intervenes decisively in the person's life: GLB could have chosen not to practice the sadhana of the Gita and the Koran and lose his reason in solitary confinement. It is such critical choices that man is faced with in life. Some he elects to make, others he is thrust into. In either case, the consequences inevitably follow. In making the choice, the heritage of the individual, the training to which he has been subjected by family tradition and socialisation, all play parts. But, in the ultimate analysis, it is when the psychic self chooses that the choice becomes one with the Divine intention, and then the soul springs forth to evolve into its glorious plenitude, and this life progresses towards the Life Divine. GLB's greatest satisfaction was hearing from his wife that, when he fell unconscious with a heart attack, he had called out thrice to the Divine. He felt that in thus invoking God even unawares, caught in the throes of acute physical suffering, he had achieved what he had wanted and this more than compensated for all the suffering in life. 

The lesson of working without craving for the results of one's actions was brought home to Kanak in a telling manner.

A government employee, he was disgruntled with being transferred frequently arbitrarily. As the years went by, more and more he was chosen for assignments that had never been handled by an officer of his service in the past. He found himself faced with a task of veritably Herculean proportions, calling for either cleaning up the Augean stables, or creating a new organization from scratch. The day he had joined service, his boss had told him that he must learn the work of everyone, from that of the office peon to that of the head of the office. He had faithfully done so, rehabilitating thousands of evacuees in the newly created Bangladesh. Years later, he found himself working as typist, computer operator, message carrier, general handyman, janitor-supervisor and simultaneously as head of the organization in several assignments in succession. Repeatedly he had to weld into a team officials belonging to different disciplines who were at one another's throats and were avid backbiters. Invariably he found that once the organization had been cleaned up, a new ambience conducive to disciplined work culture created and ready for take off, he was peremptorily moved out and someone else moved in to enjoy the fruits of his diligent labor. He was asked to take up assignments that no one else was willing to touch either because of the difficulties they posed or for being unglamorous, but was unceremoniously ignored once he had completed the task. He could not understand why this was recurring, time and again, until one day he listened to the three parables being narrated. It dawned upon him that through this repeated exercise he was being taught two things: (i) how to work devotedly just for its own sake, not coveting enjoyment of its fruits; and (ii) the ego needs to be bruised regularly to prevent arrogance building up from success in achieving goals. 

After his father's death, Kanak had been sent out of the city on promotion. He had requested that this be reconsidered as his recently widowed aged mother ought not to be left alone. He was passed over and people much junior to him were promoted. He seethed under this injustice, but found that his nature would not permit rebellion by not doing his best in whatever job he was given. After a couple of years, suddenly he was restored to his proper status and all the injustice that had been done was removed. He felt that having steady faith in the Divine and doing all work as His instrument had borne its own fruits.

Once these realizations dawned, Kanak found himself strangely peaceful within, and able to smile at his repeated shunting from post to post, free from the anger and hurt he used to suffer from at lack of recognition of the hard work he put in and of his integrity. 

He was also given the insight into how, at times, the law of karma can be seen to operate within one - s lifetime. It is not that unattached diligent labour produces no - fruit - . When his mother had fallen very seriously ill with infractions in the brain, Kanak had nursed her day and night. He found himself blessed with her miraculous recovery from inability to read, write, eat and walk to a completely normal life. Once, suddenly, Kanak found himself saddled with an assignment that required his stay in a wonderful building, over 300 years old, with the river flowing by. The peace the environs enveloped him in healed old wounds. In just a couple of months he found he had completed a quantum of work which would have taken a year. The incessant, tireless flow of energy was astounding. When he left this post, he understood he had been shown the fruition of his own capabilities. Looking back, he found that this assignment had been given to him exactly when his children had come for holidays from abroad, so that they could be with him in this wonderful place. 

But it seems that the Unseen Hand takes care to see that we do not sink into somnolence having had such a realization. Kanak suddenly found himself separated after 30 years of marriage from his wife by a whimsical transfer order served on her. He found that none would move a finger against this unjustifiable order and was told that this was the price to be paid for not having political godfathers. So, the couple had perforce to reconcile themselves to their lot and undergo considerable expense commuting hundreds of miles to be with one another occasionally. Gradually they came to see the blessing in what had seemed to be another instance of the gods amusing themselves with human misery. For, in the new post Kanak's wife found a vastly better working environment free of the endemic tension of simultaneously having to run a household with aged mother, mother-in-law, husband and children. It was a compulsory - retreat - that she was thrust into, the pleasures of which Kanak also came to realize whenever he was able to be with her. And after a few months, his wife was suddenly promoted, having been passed over for long. The information was reached to her when she was on leave the very day the orders were out by well-wishers who appeared out of nowhere. Having to rush back immediately to join, she was astonished to find no queue at the railway ticket counter which was manned by an unusually polite clerk who gave her a reserved berth for the same day!

Nishkama karma produces its own resultant - reward - even in this life. One has to cultivate the sensitivity to perceive it.

The question arises: When I take up a piece of work in return for payment, how can I perform that action without expectation of receiving that return? 

Doing a job for payment is not an instance of the principle of nishkama karma. This is a contract between two parties, one part of which is carrying out the assigned task and the other is receiving payment as the value of the work done. The principle theGita enunciates is a spiritual one: you put your best into the effort, without craving that you must get recognized thereby, that it must get published/accepted/praised. In other words, it is work as worship, an offering of your best to the Divine. When one makes an offering truly, one does not entertain the desire for getting a return. That is the businessman's prayer, and is fraught with danger - remember the Kalpataru: it will give what you crave, but with its opposite in double measure. The Grand Secret is: not to crave, but do one's best as an instrument of divine energy working through oneself. When this succeeds even a little bit, the Divine showers unexpected joy. Proof of this is plentiful. A young teacher, thrown out by a new principal wanting to accommodate someone of his community, found herself bumping into her students throughout the holiday season, one and all of whom were effusive in their expressions of how much they missed her teaching. Quite stunned at this unexpected bounty, she thought back to her teaching experience and recalled the spirit in which she had done it--payment was expected, as a contract; but she had never craved for adulation from students or admiration from colleagues. She had striven to give of her best, even getting books from abroad at her own expense for that purpose. Some months later, quite unexpectedly, she landed a job precisely of the type she had been wanting. 

It is strange how the Divine shows us precisely what the principle is all about, but our minds confuse the issue. Hence, the need is to feel with the heart, instead of allowing the mind to get caught up in the gymnastics of logic. 

In the midst of unprecedented floods, Kanak was engaged in doing little bits of facilitation like ensuring supplies of rice, kerosene oil, roof and floor covering for the homeless. He made the arrangements and everything went through smoothly, but his superiors never acknowledged his contribution. It pinched him, undoubtedly, because within there was surely expectation of being recognized. Perhaps, that is precisely why recognition did not come. But there was a bonus: heads of the affected districts suddenly called up to express gratitude for the help he had provided. It gladdened his heart, all the more so as it was unexpected. Then he realised that what he had done had been without any expectation of receiving such gratitude in return; he had done it because it needed to be done. And so, the doctrine of karma showed itself in action by sending the 'results', the 'fruit' of the action.

So secret is: do the work with all your heart and soul, so that it is a perfect production. That is the result. What one has to be detached from is craving forpersonal rewards from that work, not to be confused with the objective that the work is supposed to achieve. 

For instance, Kanak did his best to rehabilitate evacuees in Bangladesh so that the objective of rehabilitation was achieved. That happened. What could he have craved: some recognition for what he did? He did not even dream of this. He had immersed himself in getting the job done to the best of his ability, happy with the pat on back he received from his boss. There was an unexpected bonus. Unknown to him, all the photographs of Bangladesh relief work he had sent to his training institution were put up as an exhibition before the President of India. No one informed Kanak at that time. He got to know much later. Repeatedly he found himself coming into the limelight and, just when he was about to bask in the glory, the Unseen Hand shunted him into obscurity, saving him from a bloated ego and losing his foothold on the path. 

However, life is not all that crystal clear. Perceiving the law of Karma in action becomes extremely difficult, if not impossible, in many cases. Take, for instance, the case of NM. Educated only till class 4, she was a sophisticated beauty gifted with outstanding qualities of hand and heart who was married off at the age of 14 to one whose personality and appearance were at the other extreme of the spectrum. She lived the life of the ideal housewife, devoted to the family despite all the insults and neglect she faced, taught herself English, kept her intellectual life alive. Both her sons committed suicide. Her husband predeceased her. She could find no answer in yoga and meditation to the inexplicable misery she had to undergo throughout her life, and died with this unsolved mystery haunting her consciousness. 

Or the example of Subala Devi, mother of 14 children, who, as a widow, spearheaded women's education in Allahabad, got her widowed daughter trained so that she could become a teacher, took up a teacher's job herself to support the children, wrote poetry and primers, was profoundly respected by the theosophists and had considerable spiritual realizations. Two sons were associated with the revolutionary movement for independence. She sold her jewellery to smuggle one to the USA to escape the British police. The other was imprisoned in the Kakori bomb case and disappeared mysteriously. None of her sons earned a living. Everyone depended upon her and the earnings of the youngest daughter. When this daughter asked her why, with all her spiritual attainments, her sons had been so useless, her answer provides a clue to the enigma and to the detached insight she had achieved: 'Everyone has good and bad within oneself. They are the fruits of what must have been bad in me.' Within her life, she had to bear the deaths of 3 sons and 4 daughters. Her dearest wishes had been to witness the graduation ceremony of one of her children in the presence of the Viceroy, and that one child should be a postgraduate. Her youngest daughter took Subala Devi to her graduation ceremony in the Viceregal Lodge in Delhi, and some years later delighted her with the news that she had got her M.A. in Applied Psychology. Subala Devi passed away the next year. The most fascinating point is that her children never heard her complain about all the privations she suffered throughout her life. When her youngest daughter once complained to an acquaintance about her mother's travails, he responded, "You are complaining that she has suffered so much, but have you ever heard Mata-ji complain? She is at peace. These matters do not affect her."

Till her last breath, she chose to stay on her own, never dependent on her children, even though she lost use of her legs.

Some questions will always remain unanswered.

References:

  1. George Meredith: - Modern Love - , 1862
  2. Mahabharata, Adi Parva, 119.2
  3. Robert Frost: - The Road Less Traveled By -
  4. W.B. Yeats: - The Second Coming - (1921)
  5. J.K. Rowling: Harry Potter & the Philosopher - s Stone (Bloomsbury, London, 1997).
  6. Buddha in Dhammapada; Sri Aurobindo in Letters on Yoga.
  7. Pradip Bhattacharya: - Desire under the Kalpataru, - Jl. of South Asian Literature, XXVIII, 1 & 2, 1993, pp.315-35. cf. P.Lal's Introduction to Barbara Harrison - s Learning About India.
  8. The P. Lal transcreation (Writers Workshop, Calcutta, 1969).
  9. P.Lal: Valedictory Address in Mahabharata Revisited (papers presented at the international seminar on the Mahabharata organized by the Sahitya Akademi in New Delhi in February 1987), Sahitya Akademi, 1990, p.291-302.
  10. P. Lal: The Mahabharata (condensed & transcreated, Vikas Publishing House, New Delhi, 1980, p. 286-7)
  11. Shanti Parva 349.22-26
  12. Related by Prof. Manoj Das in an address at Sri Aurobindo Bhavan, Calcutta, in 2000
  13. Collected Works of Sri Aurobindo, vol. 15, p.273 [Pondicherry, 1973]
  14. ibid. p. 243.
  15. Lt. Col. G. L. Bhattacharya: Krishna of the Gita [Writers Workshop, Calcutta]; Shyam Kumari: How they came to Sri Aurobindo & The Mother, vol.3 [Pondicherry]
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