One of the best poems
about Christmas that I’ve read is T. S. Eliot’s Journey of the
Magi. My short story, The First
Christmas, was largely inspired by this poem.
“The world went on with
its usual activities of finding food, conquering lands, vanquishing other
people, mating and reproducing, killing and plundering, building and
destroying.” The narrator of the story,
one of the three magi, says that.
Caspar, the narrator, was on a quest because he could find no meaning in
a life that revolved around eating, conquering, mating, and so on.
“If human life is the
progress from being a bold, free and above all creative child to cowardice,
dependence and creativity that ends in procreation in a span of about 60 or 70
years and then succumbing to death as a child in the garb of an old creature, then,
my beloved, I have nothing to be proud of being born a man.” Thus says the narrator of a Malayalam novel (Manushyanu Oru Amukham - A Preface to Man) which I read soon
after coming to Kerala having bid goodbye to Delhi’s gods, godmen and their
women.
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| Christmas celebration at Sawan Public School [RIP], Delhi in 2010 |
Christmas marks the birth
of a child who went on to make an immense mark in history. He divided the entire history into two, in
fact: Before him and After him – BC and AD, which the world has now secularised
into BCE and CE. Whether Jesus himself
made the historical mark or the religion created in his name did the job is a
different question.
Two millennia after that first
Christmas, it would not be futile to raise the question whether the birth and
the subsequent death (martyrdom?) of that Messiah made the world any better a
place. The religion founded in his name
turned out to be one of the most brutal ones with all the holy wars,
inquisitions, and other such barbarities it inflicted upon mankind for a very
long period in the short human civilisation. [Today another religion has taken over those
same jobs in a proportionately more malevolent manner.]
At the end of
my story, The First Christmas, Caspar
and his two companions are left with a longing for another special star because
the visions of crosses and pain evoked by the infant at Bethlehem fail to
satisfy the seekers. They want, in other
words, a life without the crosses and pain.
At the very least, they would want a Messiah who would not escape life
by dying on the cross but would show people how to endure the crosses of their
day-to-day life.
The cross
eventually became an object of veneration.
It became a means for imposing agonies upon people and also for
justifying the impositions. Life is a
pain, endure it – that’s the message, in short.
Is that what
Jesus really wanted to teach? No, I’m
not going to answer the question.
Rather, I have no answers. It is
because I have no answers that I prefer to write stories rather than essays.
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Sreesha Divakaran’s review: HERE
When we were little, life was so different and full of hope. Christmas meant Santa and jingle bells. As we grew, so grew the burden of religion and its atrocities. It is difficult to find celebration amidst all the chaotic ruins we are surrounded with. The ending to your story could not have been any better. It had to ens there, so that the readers too can ask, or at least get the idea that there are questions that need to be asked.
ReplyDeleteIn Richard Bach's 'Illusions' we learn how people are not interested in asking questions but want miracles. Religion for them is a miracle-worker. Prayers are applications for miracles. God is a law-breaker in the sense miracles cannot be worked without breaking natural laws.
DeleteThe problem is always for those who are condemned to think, think beyond the given answers and ways... Caspar in the story is one such character.
Thanks a lot, Sunaina, for your comment. You always make me go a few more steps ahead. :)
My reading list in increasing....:)
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