The Gallery of Noise V: Be Non-descript

Let's be one with the existence, with the origin, let's be self-driven and let's be one's own type.

The gallery always wants you to be descript. To have a label, a title, a sect, a category. Are you a topper? Are you religious? Are you modern? Are you successful?

The moment you accept a description, you become a commodity in the gallery. And every commodity is compared, priced, and mocked.

To be non-descript is freedom.

I wrote in my diary on 4 Jan. 2015 —

God is the greatest artist. Look, He has made such a beautiful world. Birds are flying, the sun is rising, flowers are dancing. He manifested His own self in His art — Nature. And we have made different religions to worship Him and bow our heads in front of Him. But He says, "Don't worship Me; rather, worship My creation because I live in My creation." But we start looking for Him in different sects. Shame on us — even an atheist who loves nature is more religious than any so-called religious person.

That is what it means to be non-descript.

To be one with the existence is to love His art, not just search for the artist in different buildings. The tree does not try to be described as a good tree. It simply is. It is one with existence.

To be one with the origin is to return to the source before society gave you a name. Before the competition began, there was a quiet being. That being was not anxious. It was complete.

To be self-driven is to move not because someone in the gallery pushed you, mocked you, or applauded you — but because something inside you flows, like the birds flying and the flowers dancing on their own.

And to be one's own type is the ultimate morality. Not the social morality of success and sects, but a morality that is free.

You don't have to win the gallery. You don't have to prove which sect, which label, which description is yours.

Let the gallery keep its labels. 

Be non-descript. Be one with His creation. Then you are automatically one with Him.

The Gallery of Noise IV: Let The Competition Die

Let the competition die, only then will the noise fade.

The gallery is built on competition. To become, to win, to be seen, to be better than the other. This becoming is the noise. It never allows silence to enter. 

It has been said that when comparison ends, the mind becomes quiet. As long as one is running to be first, the traffic inside can never stop.

In this quietness, two energies are discovered.

One is the courage to be one with the absolute witness. The pure masculine energy. The energy that simply watches. It does not interfere. It does not judge the whispers in the air. It does not bend facts or twist words. It just sees. It is the mountain. Unshaken.

And then there is the strength to feel the flow, to go with the flow. The pure feminine energy. The energy that does not resist. It does not control the inner traffic by force. It allows it to pass. It is the river. It moves, it embraces, it heals.

The noise survives only when one is missing. When only watching is there, it becomes dry. When only flowing is there, it becomes lost.

But when both are together — courage to witness and strength to flow — the competition dies.

No one to compete with. No gallery to impress.

Then a new dimension of morality is born. Not the social morality of success and class, but a morality that is free.

Then the noise fades by itself.

The Gallery of Noise III: The Social Morality is Immoral

It has been said that social morality is immoral.

It is a difficult statement to agree with because if it is agreed that social morality is immoral, then it has to be rejected. And what is meant by social morality? It is understood to be made of greed, envy, ambition, nationality, worship of class, worship of success, and all the rest of it.

But is it really rejected, or are only words spoken?

It has been observed that to be really moral is one of the most extraordinary things in life. And it has also been observed that this real morality has nothing to do with social or environmental behaviour. Freedom is required to be really virtuous. Freedom is not there if the social morality of greed, envy, competition and worship of success is followed.

The social morality that is put forward as moral is often composed of everything that is not good. Becoming good is preached, while everything that is not good is practiced. It has been pointed out that a mind which has denied this kind of morality, not verbally or intellectually but actually in daily life, is highly moral.

This denial is not immorality. This denial is the beginning of a higher morality. A morality that is not shaped by fear.

In the galleries of our daily life, this social morality is seen as noise. Noise is created, and then others are blamed for the noise. Whispers are spread in the air. Words are twisted and facts are bent to portrait others wrongly. Weak hearts are found to be manipulating and pretending.

A free mind does not listen to those whispers. It does not jump branches. It practices economy of thought.

Then a new dimension of success is discovered. It has been felt that success does not mean getting a position or fame exclusively. Success is also meant to be reading one's own thoughts, controlling one's inner traffic, and remaining quiet in the worst conditions. This success cannot be recognized by anyone except oneself.

That quietness is the foundation of a mind that is completely moral. Not made moral by society, but moral by freedom.

The Gallery of Empty Noise - II

In Part I, we saw them.

People speak, talk, mock and then forget. Shallow inside, so they talk shallow. Monkeys jumping from one branch to another. No creativity, no economy of thought — only reaction. Their confidence depends on putting someone down.

Now see the next layer of the game.

They themselves are the noise pollution. Day and night — gossip, mocking, loud opinions, empty chatter. Their whole existence is noise.

And yet they have the guts to abuse others for causing noise pollution. Interesting! 

That is the pompousness of society.

Krishnamurti says it right — Tolerance is the civilised acceptance of a division between people – politically, religiously and socially.

Society is pompous because it does this. It creates a thousand galleries — my religion, my community, my method, my group — each one noisy, each one shallow. And then from inside its own noisy gallery, it points fingers and says "You are the noise."

We tolerate this hypocrisy and call ourselves civilised. Why should we tolerate them? Am I tolerating them? Not at all. I am countering them everyday in my own way. But my way is different. Of course, I will not use their way. It's like jumping into the mud. This is what they actually want. 

The truth is, the accuser is the polluter. The mocker is insecure. As Krishnamurti said, insecurity is the nature of things. Their mocking is just a wall they built against their own insecurity.

Don't give them cement. Let their own noise deafen them, and walk out...

The Gallery of Empty Noise

People speak, people talk, people mock and then they forget. They are idiots of their own type. Shallow inside, so they talk shallow.

They have nothing to think about, nothing meaningful to speak, nothing to align their thoughts to their actions. Just monkeys jumping from one branch to another. It's their speciality — they spend years mastering it.

They are only looking for moments to get their dopamine release, because they have no creativity, no creative expression. No economy of thought, no politics of principle, only reaction.

Still, they have a special confidence — a confidence that actually depends on others. Put someone down, feel up. That is their business model.

Let them be creatures of their own type. Does it matter? No, not at all. It hardly matters. They are poor inside.

Who are they? Nothing. Just parasites who need our reaction, and when they don't get it, they collapse.

Krishnamurti was right — insecurity is the nature of things. Their mocking is just a wall they built against their own insecurity. Don't give it cement.

Don't give them cement. Let the wall fall on its own.

The Smog is in the Lens

It seems the weather has mood swings too. Morning sweats, afternoon and evening choke on dust. Politics has the same fever, changing colours faster than sky. We argue about everything — roads, air, rules, taxes, budgets — loudly, endlessly, as if noise will fix the nation.

We say environment is toxic. We say economy is fragile. We check AQI, we check water, we check Sensex, we check petrol price, we check headlines. We never check the filter inside our own head. That filter is the dirtiest.

We love queues everywhere. Actually it is not queue, it is chaos. Registers, approvals, subsidies, signatures — such chaos gives us a stage, someone to watch, someone to whisper about, someone to judge.

If someone opens an umbrella for another in this heat, we do not see shade. We see scandal. If someone offers help, we invent a story. We make kindness look guilty.

If every open hand looks suspicious to you, the smog is not outside your window. The slowdown is not only in GDP. Both live inside your glasses.

Clean your lens. The city and country will breathe better for a much longer time.

What I Witnessed While Returning From Maa Kali Temple Today

While returning from the Maa Kali temple today, I witnessed something that left me deeply unsettled.

It began as a verbal argument on the street. When I saw, two girls were beating and slapping a young boy — he couldn’t have been more than 5'2", and from his appearance, seemed to be a labourer. Then a healthy boy from girls' side came started abusing and beating him badly. I parked my Scooter, told my wife and son to stay at a safe distance, and stepped forward to enquire from the bystanders about what had happened but before I could fully understand, two-three more tall boys, around my height (5'10"), came and started abusing that labourer and beating him badly.

It quickly turned from a confrontation into one-sided violence.

Sensing he could be badly injured, I tried to pacify those tall boys, telling them to get the matter resolved and not resort to physical abuse. They kept beating. So I pulled the small man out of their clutches and put him aside to ensure his safety.

What struck me most was his reaction. Even in that state, the poor man was more concerned about his Activa and his slippers than his own injuries. I told him to first save himself, the rest the gym boys would manage.

I sincerely thank the gym boys and some shop owners who immediately came to save him. It was just because of them that we were able to save the poor man.

I am not writing this to judge who was right or wrong in the initial argument — I did not see the beginning. But I am writing this because of what it became, and it is something very disappointing.

When does a disagreement give us the right to become a mob? When did we stop seeing a person and start seeing only an opportunity to display dominance? He was beaten and dominated all because he was weak. And the most disturbing part was not just the beating, but the ease with which a verbal argument turned into collective cruelty.

And yet, there was hope — in strangers who chose to intervene instead of just watching.

I had gone to pray for strength. Today I was reminded: real strength is not in beating someone down, it is in pulling someone out.

Now while I am writing all this just a small thought tweaked in my mind, "Why I helped that poor boy?"

"Why I risked my life as I have lumbar issues?"