Skip to main content

Buddha and Zorba


My favourite novelists are those whose characters went on some wild goose chases, looking for oases in the mirage of life.  Albert Camus, Franz Kafka, and Dostoevsky have remained on the top of my list for long.  Jose Saramago’s The Gospel according to Jesus Christ and Javier Marias’s Infatuations captured my fancy later.  But one writer who has remained above them all for long is Nikos Kazantzakis.  His novels explore the conflict between the body and the soul, between “god and man” as he put it.  The Last Temptation of Christ, Christ Recrucified, and Saint Francis explore that conflict brilliantly.  However, the author’s earlier novel, Zorba the Greek, is what strikes me as the best. 

Kazantzakis
Zorba presents the classical Greek dichotomy between the Apollonian and the Dionysian.  Apollo is the god of reason and control, while Dionysius revels in the wild passions.  In the novel, Zorba is a worker who is taken on as an assistant by the narrator who is a young intellectual writing a book on Buddha and is also on a spiritual quest.  Zorba becomes his spiritual guru eventually.  Zorba tells him to cast aside the Buddha and learn to live the moment with full passion.  Life is a mask for death.  You can live as if you are never going to die, or you can live as if you are going to die today.  There is little difference between the two, says Zorba, provided you realise the immateriality of a life that has to end one day in nothingness. 

Happiness can be as simple and frugal as a glass of wine, a roast chestnut, or the sound of the sea, says Zorba.  The sensuousness of life is to be relished.  That is his gospel.  But he is not devoid of the spirit.  His santuri (a musical instrument) takes Zorba to a different plane from the merely sensuous.  But not to the heavens.  God and devil have no meaning for Zorba.  Life is here and now.  Whatever you are doing, do it with full passion.  Even if it is making love to an old woman.

Zorba is the opposite of the Buddha.  And yet there is something of the Buddha in Zorba too.  “This is true happiness: to have no ambition and to work like a horse as if you had every ambition,” the narrator learns.  “To live far from men, not to need them and yet to love them.  To eat and drink well, yet to escape every lure and to possess the stars above you, with the land to your left, and the sea to your right, and suddenly to understand that life, having brought its final accomplishment to conclusion in your heart, has turned into a fairytale.”

Jesus in The Last Temptation nailed his body to the cross and thus overcame the temptations of the flesh.  Saint Francis, the eponymous hero, transformed not only temptations but also hunger and cold, scorn and injustice, the pain of existence, into a tangible dream through love.  That dream was truer than truth.  Saint Francis was also converting the body into spirit in his own way.

Zorba lives the life of the body.  Yet there is something of the Christ and the Saint and the Buddha in him.  That makes a him a saint with a difference.  It is that saint that appeals to me much more than the others.  Like Zorba, I don’t go on knocking on a deaf man’s door forever.  But like the narrator of Zorba, I experience the urge to knock on that door sometimes.  It is that urge which prompted Kazantzakis to explore the psyche of Jesus and Francis.  It is that urge which makes me look at these characters again and again. 

PS. Written for Indispire Edition 93 - #favourite AuthorBook


My previous post on Kazantzakis: Body and Soul

Comments

  1. This was such an enjoyable read! Although I'm a Buddhist by principle, Zorba sounds reasonable to me, when he says life is here and now. I agree with that :)

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Zorba is earthy with no spiritual or philosophical pretensions. Yet he inspires. His passion for life is contagious.

      Delete
  2. I have not read the book but it is on my reading list now. Zorba appears interesting as well as intriguing. He also seems 'real' as well as 'remote'. Thanks for sharing this Sir.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. You will love the novel, Sunaina. I assure you. Kazantzakis is a writer who was nominated for the Nobel Prize 9 times and lost each time. Albert Camus, another favourite writer of mine, was one of the writers to whom Kazantzakis lost and Camus said that Kazantzakis deserved the prize more than him.

      Delete
  3. These are some lovely recommendations. I will surely pick them in future.

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

The Adventures of Toto as a comic strip

  'The Adventures of Toto' is an amusing story by Ruskin Bond. It is prescribed as a lesson in CBSE's English course for class 9. Maggie asked her students to do a project on some of the lessons and Femi George's work is what I would like to present here. Femi converted the story into a beautiful comic strip. Her work will speak for itself and let me present it below.  Femi George Student of Carmel Public School, Vazhakulam, Kerala Similar post: The Little Girl

Urban Naxal

Fiction “We have to guard against the urban Naxals who are the biggest threat to the nation’s unity today,” the Prime Minister was saying on the TV. He was addressing an audience that stood a hundred metres away for security reasons. It was the birth anniversary of Sardar Vallabhbhai Patel which the Prime Minister had sanctified as National Unity Day. “In order to usurp the Sardar from the Congress,” Mathew said. The clarification was meant for Alice, his niece who had landed from London a couple of days back.    Mathew had retired a few months back as a lecturer in sociology from the University of Kerala. He was known for his radical leftist views. He would be what the PM calls an urban Naxal. Alice knew that. Her mother, Mathew’s sister, had told her all about her learned uncle’s “leftist perversions.” “Your uncle thinks that he is a Messiah of the masses,” Alice’s mother had warned her before she left for India on a short holiday. “Don’t let him infiltrate your brai...

Bihar Election

Satish Acharya's Cartoon on how votes were bought in Bihar My wife has been stripped of her voting rights in the revised electoral roll. She has always been a conscientious voter unlike me. I refused to vote in the last Lok Sabha election though I stood outside the polling booth for Maggie to perform what she claimed was her duty as a citizen. The irony now is that she, the dutiful citizen, has been stripped of the right, while I, the ostensible renegade gets the right that I don’t care for. Since the Booth Level Officer [BLO] was my neighbour, he went out of his way to ring up some higher officer, sitting in my house, to enquire about Maggie’s exclusion. As a result, I was given the assurance that he, the BLO, would do whatever was in his power to get my wife her voting right. More than the voting right, what really bothered me was whether the Modi government was going to strip my wife of her Indian citizenship. Anything is possible in Modi’s India: Modi hai to Mumkin hai .   ...

Nehru’s Secularism

Jawaharlal Nehru, India’s first Prime Minister, and Narendra Modi, the present one, are diametrically opposite to each other. Take any parameter, from boorishness to sophistication or religious views, and these two men would remain poles apart. Is it Nehru’s towering presence in history that intimidates Modi into hurling ceaseless allegations against him? Today, 14 Nov, is Nehru’s birth anniversary and Modi’s tweet was uncharacteristically terse. It said, “Tributes to former Prime Minister, Pandit Jawaharlal Nehru Ji on the occasion of his birth anniversary.” Somebody posted a trenchant cartoon in the comments section.  Nehru had his flaws, no doubt. He was as human as Modi. But what made him a giant while Modi remains a dwarf – as in the cartoon above – is the way they viewed human beings. For Nehru, all human beings mattered, irrespective of their caste, creed, language, etc. His concept of secularism stands a billion notches above Modi’s Hindutva-nationalism. Nehru’s ide...

The Little Girl

The Little Girl is a short story by Katherine Mansfield given in the class 9 English course of NCERT. Maggie gave an assignment to her students based on the story and one of her students, Athena Baby Sabu, presented a brilliant job. She converted the story into a delightful comic strip. Mansfield tells the story of Kezia who is the eponymous little girl. Kezia is scared of her father who wields a lot of control on the entire family. She is punished severely for an unwitting mistake which makes her even more scared of her father. Her grandmother is fond of her and is her emotional succour. The grandmother is away from home one day with Kezia's mother who is hospitalised. Kezia gets her usual nightmare and is terrified. There is no one at home to console her except her father from whom she does not expect any consolation. But the father rises to the occasion and lets the little girl sleep beside him that night. She rests her head on her father's chest and can feel his heart...