If there is one sentence I could write an epitaph on my own gravestone, it would be this. EVERYTHING POPULAR IS WRONG.
The lines below are pretty much testament to that.
All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
These words were used to describe Aragorn, the Rightful king of Gondor in the Lord of the rings fictional universe dreamt and presented by a writer that lived centuries ago. I wonder, though, did the Idea for this line came to him by intuition or did he see or hear something that inspired him to pen this. Because these lines are so timelessly accurate so often in all things I see, it feels like these words come from conversations among some immortal observers in the skies, who sometimes refuse to give up on the world that seems irredeemable sometimes.
I started this new series because of an old one. In the Goals series, my articles were going dangerously too often towards Hindu philosophy. I plan to cover all topics that need be mentioned regardless of their lineage. And so I did plan with the topic I bring today, but here’s the glitch. Goals are something we aspire to, not something we are.
And the things I am going to ask you to consider are just that. Either you are them or you’re not. Hence The new series. In Boiling point, we hard boil ourselves. We burn away any illusions or impurity that exists in us, without anyone being any wiser. We solidify our inner strengths, give them a shape, a form, and a name. We end the incessant chatter, the conflict in our heads and hearts. We find ourselves.
So here it is, There couldn’t be a better topic to start this chain. Being Aadhunik.
You might want to say why am I using a Hindi word for the English term for modern. Everybody says they are modern. Some say we are too modern. Some see Modern as a hellspawn and want nothing to do with it. The thing is none of these people really understand either term. What you call modern is just new, different, trendy. It’s not modern at all. The word modern came from renaissance period, where science, arts and culture flourished and religious zealotry grew incredibly defensive. Being Modern is being moderate, being modest. It is about rejecting anything that’s just forced on you by the crowds, Kings, Priests and even Gods.
You don’t listen to media, to your boss, your family, even your culture or friends. You refuse to believe that truth is one-sided. You remain humble, in touch with reality as it is. Root out prejudice, instill self-observed, tried and tested wisdom. And while you do it, remain in moderation, avoid an excess of any idea or thing. Reject extremism, zealotry or anything that pushes your buttons to act like a monster. This is the true definition of being modern. While many people live in the modern world, not all are really modern.
Today, However, I am not here to talk here about moderation, or even modesty for that matter. I am here to talk of the tiny claws that scratch at the wall of every heart. I am here about the pain that everyone alive has suffered. Some drowned it with addictions, ended up living a life that’s worse than that of animals. Some ignored it until they felt it no longer while they lived their lives in common trendiness, cursing fate and chastising God for their sorrows. Some Faced it, then reconciled with it, then made friends with it, then made it their Life Mantra.
They live in our storybooks, in our history, in our fiction. They are the names we never forget. The lives we want our children to emulate. They are in the end one thing that made them who they are. They are Aadhunik.
In Sanskrit, the terms can be broken down
Dhuni, in common interpretation, is the place of ashes, where sacrifices have ended, where blessings exist. It is where Hindu pilgrims and devotees go for the blessings of their ancestors or saints or Gods. Again, It’s all wrong.
Dhuni in Sanskrit is a term for a furnace. An experimental caldron where, however mystical, but a measured and scientific reaction has occurred. It is not rational, not measurable, it is all emotions and intuition, empathy and understanding humility. It is where rust is turned into steel and ores into Gold. A Hot and fiery piece of hell that our souls brought with them after their trip downstairs. Aadhunik, in essence, is a soul, with a burning fire within.
Ask yourself, what is it that pisses you off? What is it that disappoints you about Humanity? What angers you the most when you read the news? What is it that makes stop yourself before you lie? What doesn’t want you steal something from someone? What is it that breaks inside you when you kill anything, even an insect? Is there something that drives your actions? Something that can make you quit your job? Ignore dangers to your life? Something that gives your every living breath a purpose? An all-consuming purpose that is beyond all reason?
A Dhuni burns, it heats up inside of you forcing you to ask questions. It yearns for all ideas and beliefs, purifying them with painful logics. It turns the lowliest, the laziest, the most broken of human beings into unrelenting fighting machines. It makes us learn the true nature of things, about how things are and how they should be. In the end, it is who we are. Our core belief, the part of our soul that remains unchanged, no matter what kind of life we have lived. It burned me when I was a lazy, fat slob with no hope and direction. It burns me still as I work on myself and this blog. And I hope it burns me, whatever the future may hold, even as I do all I can to satisfy it’s maddening pull.
This is the difference between you and the rest of the world, the fact that you are reading this is proof itself. It is what made Gandhi and Martin Luther king Jr. reshape the world. It is what led to incredible scientific achievements. It is what literally forged the human society from the animal kingdom. And unfortunately, but often, it is what makes terrorists and zealots kill or die for a misguided ideal. It sometimes is the opposite of being modern, sometimes it’s the essence of it. But among all who know it, it is the cruel beauty of life. It hurts so good.
So here it is, You have it.
There are a lot of people that live on the regular diet of destroyed lives and selfish impulses. They are the people who burn houses, see human beings as meat, display acts of violence and the all of the things the worst of humanity has to offer. They have it too. They will drown it with drugs, sex, alcohol, crazy cars, expensive food, and clothing. They’ll mistake it for fear and make extra sure nobody can see it while taking extra precaution on the side. And if they ever pay the price of their actions, they rationalize the incidents, making sure there are no mistakes the next time. Playful discussing a few different ways to kill a fellow human being with their bare hands.
They have it too.
They are the reason why our world doesn’t really need monsters and orcs and Cave trolls. They have it too. But they reject it. The effect is almost obvious. Sensitive people feel bad vibes all around them. Whatever sugarcoated words they speak seem hollow and empty. It’s hard to trust them. It’s hard to be around them. You don’t feel good. Your anxieties are heightened, your passions and desires start driving you. You make all sorts of bad decisions around them. They bring out the worst in you.
There are also those who escape it. Let’s get a job like my neighbor, lets get more marks than my neighbor, lets eat and drink the tastier stuff, lets have enough money to buy better-looking stuff, lets watch better movies and stuff.
I could go on all day.
It is all STUFF. You are stuffing yourself with things, dodging your conscience on every turn with another distraction. Trying to choke the sound of your heart. And it’s not your fault really. The entire world has fell for it. The “NORMAL” paradigm is so skewered that anything that can’t be bought or sold has become esoteric, theoretical and, therefore, all ignorable hogwash. Of course, the remote control in your hand or the food on your table are more real than your dreams. Let the dream die. Let what is be chosen over what can be.
This is how so many possibilities in life are lost every day. This is why so many living, breathing humans being are dead inside. But make no mistake, they have it too.
Now here’s what you need to do. You need to become what these two guys are not. It is what remains when the boiling is complete. A human being driven by worthy goals. Someone who you love to talk to. They make your anger, fear anxieties dissolve. They make you happy and proud for being human. Every word they speak agrees with your spirit. These are the people who wrestle Gods and life and grow stronger, who sweat, bleed and weep and grow wiser, and who keep doing the right thing when nobody sees them and grow more humble.
There’s no desire to Dominate anyone or anything whatsoever. Literally all things bad, whether in nature or at the hands of man lose their venomous edge around this one. I call them Uttaraadhikaaris.
And dear purists, here’s the thing. It’s not heirs because they inherit something when someone else dies. It’s not children or progeny because every creature apart from human beings has offsprings too. I used the word UTTARAADHIKAARI, as phonetically as possible so you can know how to say it. But if you break this term down in Sanskrit:-
Adhikaar = Rights
Uttar = Answers
Those who ask questions. Those that have the best intentions and a compassionate heart. Those who live for the betterment of the world that houses them and keep the other guy first. These are the hands that change the world by changing themselves. The Rightful owners of answers to any questions they ask. They are the Uttaraadhikaari.
These are not the beings that can be found somewhere. Because they don’t sit around waiting to be discovered. They don’t need publicity, they just want to be heard and understood. They let go of TV, social media, and video games to do what they love. They get rid of preconceptions, distractions and sometimes even their office jobs to build their dreams for the world to see. They can be anywhere. You might never see them coming and they may just pass you by, too pre-occupied by their mission to think of anything else. To see them, you have to be them.
And how do you be them? You just be who you really are. Not the fiction quoting nerd, not the Power hungry miscreant, not even the child or spouse or a name. These are things that were given to you by the world. You hooked on to them. You made them define you. You made them your only life goal. They are not you. You are you by the things that will never change whether you’re in this world or the next. You are you by what defines you and every action you take from this point onwards. You are the Furnace and the ore, the miner, and the forger.
What does your fire burn for?