Saturday, January 30, 2016

Hitler, Kamasutra and Non-Being

The novel, Black Hole, continues.

For those who came in late, the story so far:  Kailash Public School in Delhi is donated to Devlok Ashram by Sitaram Rana.  The Ashram was founded by Kailash Baba with the generous collaboration of Aaron Matthews from London as well as Amarjeet who succeeded Kailash as the Baba and Mahendra Rana.  Ishan is one of the teachers in Kailash School whose spirituality is stirred by the new happenings. Nitin Jain is the son of Amarjeet who will succeed him as the Baba.

Read on:

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Nitin Jain was born and brought up in the Ashram.  When he completed his graduation he was sent to England to do his Masters in philosophy.  He went on to acquire doctorate on the concept of dharma in the Mahabharata.  Ever since he returned to the ashram a couple of years back, he had devoted himself to the various spiritual as well as temporal activities in the ashram wholeheartedly.  The best thing was that he knew, like Bhishma of Mahabharata, that dharma was subtle.

Nitin was the illegitimate son of Jane Abercrombie.
 
Jane had arrived at the ashram riding the waves of Kailash Baba’s fame that had crossed the oceans even up to the Fuhrer’s Nazi Germany. 

Kristallnacht, the Night of Broken Glass, had broken not only the glass window panes of Jewish homes, businesses and synagogues but also people’s hearts.  The Fuhrer’s men and boys were intoxicated with love.  Love for their country and their race.  Intoxications have their climaxes, their own orgasms.  The Night of the Broken Glass was one such orgasm.  Standing outside her home, on the shards of her home’s windows, Jane Sara Abercrombie raised her eyes to the heavens and uttered a question, “O Yahweh!  Why don’t you choose some others as your own race for a change?”

Race was the problem of both Yahweh and the Fuhrer.  Both were extremely concerned about the purity their own race.
 
Sara was not part of her name until the race added it.  It was the Fuhrer’s order that all Jewish men with names of non-Jewish tang should add Israel to their names and women should add Sara.  Thus Jane Abercrombie became Jane Sara Abercrombie and the letter J was imposed on her passport.
 
When the Fuhrer laid siege to Poland, Jane crossed the borders of her fatherland armed with a stigmatised passport.  India was her destination.  The India of Hermann Hesse’s Siddhartha and his Samanas beckoned her.  “I am going on my way,” she repeated the words of Hesse’s Siddhartha to her father, “not to seek another doctrine, for I know there is none, but to leave all doctrines and all teachers and to reach my goal alone – or die.”

Jerome Israel Abercrombie listened to his daughter helplessly.  The rattle of death was already resounding in the depth of his being.  “The Jews are bacteria that should be eradicated,” Hitler had declared time and again.  The eradication process had already begun.  “The final solution,” they called it.  Jerome’s people, Yahweh’s chosen race, had started disappearing mysteriously.  You wake up one morning and find that your neighbours have disappeared.
  
Jerome was familiar with Hesse’s Siddhartha too.  He was familiar with the concept of non-being.  His daughter was going to the land of nirvana in search of non-being though the Fuhrer was already gifting it generously to the chosen race of Yahweh.
 
“Go, my daughter,” he said.  “Maybe, the non-being in India will be less painful than the non-being which awaits us here in our fatherland.”

One of her many wanderings in search of non-being brought her to Devlok.
 
Amarjeet who hated Joseph Conrad and E. M. Forster, and all the white people through them, fell in love with Jane Sara Abercrombie.  It was love at first sight.  In spite of Jane being white.  The fact that she couldn’t speak English properly served as a good catalyst in the chemistry.

He got a hut constructed for her to stay in the ashram.  She was the first female residential devotee of Devlok.

“We should construct a separate block for female devotees,” Amarjeet told Kailash Baba.
 
“Women are as welcome in Devlok as men,” declared the Baba.  “God makes no such distinctions.  But remember one thing: the rain is holy and the soil is holy, but when they mix there can be slush.”

Kailash Baba would not have employed the slushy metaphor if it were not Amarjeet who had come with the suggestion. 

Almost a decade had passed since Amarjeet and Mahendra had arrived at the ashram.  They were totally unlike Aaron Matthews who had also arrived on the same day.  While Aaron spent his time in learning and meditation when he was not engaged in compiling the teachings of the Baba into a book which he called The Path of the Master,  Amarjeet and Mahendra immersed themselves in the development of the ashram’s infrastructure.  They had cleared a large area of the forest and attached it to the ashram.  Walls were erected all around the ashram complex.  Concrete buildings were constructed for the Baba to address his devotees, for devotees from faraway places to stay, for a library, and so on.  A lot of money was donated by the devotees and it was all handled by Amarjeet and Mahendra.  The Baba knew that something was not quite right about both of them.  But he never questioned them.  The ashram was expanding because of them.  The ashram was attracting more and more people, even eminent personalities, because of them. 

There was something that was not quite right with Amarjeet’s relationships with Jane.  The Baba did not feel like investigating that though.  He had risen above such puerile inquisitiveness.  He convinced himself so.

Amarjeet taught Jane Sara Abercrombie that the non-being which she came in quest of was an ecstasy in India.  Even the body can lead to non-being, he told her probing into the blue of her eyes.  “Have you seen our ancient sculptures in the Khajuraho temples?”  He described to her the sculptures of Khajuraho with graphic details but employing the subtleties required by the fluctuations in the blue eyes of the disciple.   He used Vatsyayana’s Kamasutra for enlightening her further on non-being.  “Kamasutra is not just about various sexual positions,” he said.  “It’s more about intimacy between man and woman.  It’s about how the woman becomes as important a partner in physical relationships as the man.  It’s about rising above differences such as the gender, rising above the ego which perceives the differences.  It’s about raising the body to the heights of ecstasy so that the body dissolves into nothingness.  Nothingness.  Non-being.  There is no ego in that state of ecstasy.  Not even the self.  Just non-being.”

Amarjeet exploited to its full potential Jane’s quest for non-being which was engendered by Hitler’s dutiful elimination of her people.  The theory classes glided eventually and gracefully to practicals.  For Jane Sara Abercrombie, Amarjeet was not just a religious instructor; he was her liberator.  He was liberating her from her quest after non-being which was not her real quest.  He was liberating her from Hitler’s phantoms.  He was liberating her even from Yahweh. 

“Yahweh was a God of non-being,” she told Amarjeet once when they were lying together in her bed after a session of the practical lessons about the ecstasy of Kamasutra’s non-being.

“I thought you were seeking non-being because your Yahweh didn’t possess it!” exclaimed Amarjeet.

“Yahweh didn’t possess it,” she explained.  “He gave it.  Gave it to his people.”

Her interactions and intercourses with Amarjeet had made her look at non-being quite differently from what it meant to her when she took leave of her family in the Fuhrer’s land.   Was the Yahweh of her father and his forefathers any different from the Fuhrer?  Didn’t he demand the non-being of so many people?  All blasphemers must be killed, Yahweh had ordered in Leviticus.  All adulterers must be killed.  All female sorcerers must be killed.

“Only female sorcerers?”  Amarjeet asked in surprise.  His surprise vanished quickly, however.  Aren’t most religions skewed against women?  His own religion was, he was sure about that.
 
“All Sabbath-breakers must be killed,” Jane continued.  “All women who have sex before marriage must be killed.”

“Ah! Women again!” interjected Amarjeet in spite of himself.

“If evidences of virginity are not found for the young woman after marriage, she should  be brought back to her father’s house and the men of the city shall stone her to death, commands Deuteronomy.”

“But how do they collect the evidence of a bride’s virginity?”  Amarjeet was curious.  He patted the soft hair on her pubic mound fondly.

 “The bed sheet is examined in the morning after the wedding night.  If it does not carry blood spots left by the broken hymen...”

Amarjeet gasped. 

“And all homosexuals must be killed,” Jane continued the list of Yahweh’s thirsts for blood ignoring Amarjeet’s gasp.  “All rude children must be killed.”

“What!”

“Anyone who dishonours father or mother must be put to death, says Leviticus.”

“Who will be left alive in your religion then?”

“The law-makers.  And their blind followers.”

Jane was surprised after she uttered that.  How much had she changed after meeting Amarjeet!

Amarjeet was cautious enough to keep a safe distance between himself and Jane.  The birth of their child proved to be a greater blessing than Amarjeet had expected.  Jane turned her attention entirely to the little boy.
 
“Nitin,” Amarjeet had named the child.  “Nitin Jane.”

“Why Jane?”  Jane was genuinely concerned.  “Doesn’t the child have a father?”

“Don’t you want to change that tradition?” asked Amarjeet.  “The tradition of the patriarchy that gifted non-being to all sorts of people.”

He didn’t want to associate his name with the child.  He had certain ambitions.  A family would be an obstacle to those ambitions.  It’s easier for a bachelor to be a Baba.

Jane was too naive to see through the future Baba’s motives.

Nitin Jane grew up and became Nitin Jain when he was sent to school because the school’s headmistress knew only one spelling for the syllable Jain.


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PREVIOUS PARTS

Chapter 1: The Original Sin


Chapter 2: A Gospel

2.2 Dkhar
     2.4 Cry from Calvary
     2.5 The Lost Sheep
     2.8 The Y Chromosome
     
     Chapter 3: Heart of Darkness
     3.1 Heart of Darkness

4 comments:

  1. Ambitions of a 'liberating' baba in a patriarchal set-up!

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    1. This chapter focuses on the Baba's ambitions which made his life end in the cry uttered by Conrad's Kurtz.

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  2. Nice historical research. Hitler was indeed a maniac, the way he tried to twist the history and obliterate the Jewish race.

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    1. The problem with Hitler and the Jews' Yahweh was the same. Both were ego-maniacs. Interestingly, today Israel, the chosen country of Yahweh is the biggest ego-maniac in the world. And, I think, Narendra Modi is the present Hitler.

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