50 Jean Dunn A Bombay restaurant 19th February 1981 |
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Now to start the move Northwards, my work here apparently finished. But at the Bombay station there seems to be little chance of getting on the Rajdhani Express to Delhi — unless there are last minute reservation cancellations. I had arrived at the station in good time to beg my case; it looks hopeless. I wait two hours until the train pulls out, only to find that the night train is also full and that also has a waiting list for cancellations. The official tells me to try again in three hours. I leave my luggage in the baggage room and keep the small case with the recorder and camera. Stations all over the world are frenetic places; I
look for a bookshop as I would like to buy Nisargadatta Maharaj’s book: I am That. Nisargadatta
was on my list for an Interview here in Bombay, but everyone has been telling
me he’s too ill to see anybody. As I arrive, someone is running down the dilapidated stairway — this isn’t one of the better parts of Bombay. Yes, yes — Maharaj is up there, he tells me, go straight in. I find a small gathering at the feet of a simply clad very ill-looking man of about 80. The room is tiny but I manage to sit down on the floor. Nisargadatta is an Advaita Master who has a small but devoted following. He is looking hard at me but appears to be in too much pain to speak. The man I met on the stairs comes rushing back saying: My wife says it’s all right to take the extra dose. This is brought; within a few minutes the pain seems to have receded. Nisargadatta keeps looking at me, and then through an interpreter — he speaks no English — asks why I have come. Why have I come? I say: For your darshan. More silence. He asks why. I now explain that I had wanted to take an Interview from one of his Western followers but am now on my way to Delhi. He says: Jean Dunn will give the Interview. There is some confusion, she isn’t here – not until tomorrow. I begin to understand why I can’t get out of Bombay. I will have to stay – must stay for this Interview. Maharaj is brighter now and says: Ask a question! I reply: In front of the saints one can only ask for grace. This doesn’t impress him. He lets it pass. There is no other talk. We bow and disperse down the staircase. The man I met as I arrived speaks to me. He says: If you have nowhere to stay the night you are welcome to a room at my place. In the taxi he explains it is his first visit to Nisargadatta, his wife is a devotee. I am so moved; here I am being looked after by a stranger. By the time we reach his apartment I learn he is the cousin of my landlord in Rajpur where I lived for six years, and his wife is a doctor and it was she who had advised by phone the extra dose of whatever Nisargadatta takes to relieve his pain. But even more extraordinary, he explains that he is the chief engineer of Western Railways here in Bombay, which means, he assures me, he can get me a reservation on any train to Delhi! We talk late into the early hours about the life of the spirit; he wants to hear about my travels, about the gurus I have met, about my own guru. Here is a wonderful example of a devotee living in the world, carrying out his worldly duties, but with his inner attention fixed. I have met many such persons in India. In the West, as we would take up a hobby and pursue it with passion, here there are enthusiasts who give all their spare time to developing the inner spiritual life.
In the morning I am taken to Nisargadatta’s minute house; I am to pick up my reservation on the night train at Mr. Malik’s office at the station later. Upstairs there is the same small gathering, but now Jean Dunn is present. Nisargadatta seems to be better, so much so that he begins by attacking me: Why are you writing this book? I try to explain. Do you think — he yells — that you will succeed where others have failed? I say the outcome is not in my hands. He makes dramatic, hostile gestures with his arms. He wants me to ask questions. I repeat what I said yesterday…one can only ask for Grace. There is more yelling. His disciples laugh. I keep silence but am extremely surprised, uncomfortable. He shouts: Say something! The power — I reply — that brought me here yesterday appears to be turning me away this morning. He is now laughing at me. Someone then asks Nisargadatta a question. He replies. I am hoping the provocation-scene has passed and I am spared more embarrassment. There’s a brief pause, but then he comes back to me again: What did you make of the answer? I have been thrown into the most unexpected of situations. What can I make of anything now? I reply: My intellect is telling me that what you have said must be right, but as I haven’t attained enlightenment it is still a concept. More yelling: GET-RID-OF-ALL-CONCEPTS! I am deeply disconcerted. I try a weak reply by saying: I am begining to think it is probably far better to be shouted at by an enlightened person than to be ignored by him. He manages a quarter smile, waves his hand, we all rise, bow and struggle down the narrow staircase. I am desperately trying to disappear, evaporate as quickly as possible. I am physically very very tired…this is not the perfect time to have to cope with Sufi-Zen situations. But Jean Dunn is behind me, and to add to my bewilderment says: We’ll go round the corner, I know a quiet restaurant where we can do the Interview (she must be - MUST BE - joking!). No, no, he wants us to do it — it’s only his way, just follow me! Only his way? I still can’t believe what is happening. I need time to reflect on what has just taken place, probably of more significance than I am able to even begin to understand at this moment. But we are indeed now sitting in a quiet restaurant where the interviewee has seen fit to take over; she has ordered coffee, and is poised bright and ready to start. I breath deeply, unpack the little black case I have been holding onto since yesterday like an unmasked conspirator cornered awaiting the coup-de-grace.
Interview 50 I am just a normal person of 59 who has been searching all her life, until ten years ago, when she heard of Ramana Maharshi. She visited his Ashram, went back to the States, then returned to India where she has been living for the past four years. Two years ago she met Nisargadatta Maharaj, and he became her guru. Did he give you some
form of initiation? How did you first hear
about him? Is it because of the
similarity of self-enquiry? Can you tell me something
about his book: I am That? In spite of his illness
he gives darshan every day? He himself arranged yesterday
for you to give this Interview. Can you say why he was so rough with me just
now? How does he usually teach? He seemed to insist that
I ask questions. His following is mainly
Western by what I saw. Are you living in India
on a permanent basis? Do you ever miss Western
society, your home life? Can you say something
about your personal relationship to your guru? Do you have an aim in
life? For instance, to become one with him? That sounds rather Krishnamurtiesque. How did Maharaj attain enlightenment? Was he very young then? It’s minute. What
are the dimensions? Do you think it was because
he didn’t want personal publicity that he appeared to be annoyed with
me? Does he ever talk about
other gurus and their methods? Does he admire any living
teachers? Does he advocate a vegetarian
diet? His followers can drink
and indulge in free relationships? He gives no ethical guidance? Does he not advise detachment
from worldly activities? What has he said about
leaving the body at physical death? When he gives you meditation
does he ask what you see inside? But what does he teach
about God? Really? And he’s teaching
that? What brought me back
into this body? Many people have that
recollection. Are you saying we have never taken birth before? Maharaj doesn’t believe in karma and reincarnation? Ramana Maharshi taught
that, surely? What does Maharaj teach about selfless service,
helping others? If we aren’t “this”,
we are “that”. What is “that”? Right now? What will
it be when we leave the body? Then what comes back? At our level of understanding,
aren’t all these concepts? Didn’t you find these theories confusing
at first? Does he often send people
away who come to see him? Living so close to an
enlightened being can’t be easy. Can you say something
about the positive side? What work did you do
in America? Is there a reason why
people get involved with imperfect teachers? But when we meet a perfect
teacher it’s our consciousness which recognizes that, surely? Then our lives change. That’s the new
life? That’s part of
the divine plan requiring no effort? To round off, could you
say what are the benefits gained from coming into contact with your guru?
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