UG friends and admirers gathered at ‘Hridaya Vihar’ – UG House – Bangalore on 22 Mar 2011 thanks to the splendid hospitality extended by Mrs. Suguna Chandrasekhar and Mr. K. Chandrasekhar Babu, to mark or make ‘the 4th UG Aradhana’ event; not for UG, but for the sake of UG friends themselves, so to say.
Meetings and manthans (churnings) are always the best parts of our life. It’s not just an occasion to pay our respects or remembrances to UG, which he never wanted to happen. At least as far as UG is considered, we may take it as an occasion to hit our backs as to see whether we are living our ‘life’ in its freshness and fullness. And that’s all that we may do to UG.
An interesting part of this gathering was the varied and candid exchanges of views on the newly published book, “My mission, if there is any, should be, from now on, to debunk every statement I have made. If you take seriously and try to use or apply what I have said, you will be in danger.”
[More]The Biology of Enlightenment: Unpublished Conversations Of U. G. Krishnamurti After He Came Into The Natural State (1967-71), edited by Mukunda Rao. [More about this Book] Even though a more common view is expressed there that now UG is more approachable and reachable, as in this book UG moves on a sanguine and sane way unlike his hardcore utterances of the later period – through 1980s, 1990s and till his death-bed statement in March 2007; but for those who have really read in between the lines of this rare new book, there is absolutely no different UG – it’s the same hardcore staring UG. Only the lingo may be a little traditional and not aggressively radical, otherwise it is the same UG.
This book may be considered as the ‘essence’ phase of UG; and the later period till the physical death of UG may be considered as the ‘enforcement of the essence’ phase, where the only focus of UG was to push an individual to the dead end of the hard wall so that there is no escape and he can directly stare into the very life force on his own. It is in this second phase that UG used his own inimical lingo of slang and extreme abuse. He used the worst possible kind of filthy language, only to make us healthy so that we may ‘see’ life directly here now and ‘free’ ourselves from the dead burden of the so called hell lot of the past holy heritage and knowledge shits.
It is absurd and may not be of any use to say that UG was either against or for the traditions or holy scriptures or gurus or religions. UG’s only focus is to see that there is no space or screen between you and your life. It’s so straight and simple. But the words may again spit and split – no end there.
Another point of discussion was as to whether UG proposes or gives any ‘technique’ for arriving at the natural state. Absolutely no ‘techniques’ we find in the utterances of UG there to hang on to it. Techniques and tools may never dare to touch ‘life’. We are left entirely naked and alone here now in the life. The so called gurus, hopes and techniques may only add to more and more hurdles and blocks to life there.
For all those of us who have had the continuous hardcore doses of the UG of the later period, this book may give a sudden little soothing touch; but the hardcore UG always remains in the forefront.
(On the other day, one best and aggressive contributor of this blog, Mr. Madhusudhan D. Rao (Madhu) has had a detailed exchange with me of his ‘way of seeing’ as to whether the hardcore UG is in anyway diluted due to this new book (The Biology of Enlightement). He firmly says NO. It is hoped that Madhu may be posting his way of perceiving this new book and UG out of his own trauma and journey of life, here in the pages of this site, shortly.)
The beauty or the freedom with the masters is that two masters may never agree with each other and instead they indulge and enjoy the ‘game’ of abusing each other profusely. It is to be construed more as a ‘joyous play’, less as a ‘serious play’. It also happened among Osho, J. Krishnamurti, and U.G. Krishnamurti – a classic case here.
In the following excerpts, Osho speaks on the peak of J. Krishnamurti (11 May 1895 – 17 February 1986):
J. Krishnamurti died last Monday (17 February 1986), In Ojai, California. In the past you have spoken of him as another enlightened being. Would you please comment on his death?
The death of an enlightened being like J. Krishnamurti is nothing to be sad about, it is something to be celebrated with songs and dances. It is a moment of rejoicing. His death is not a death. He knows his immortality. His death is only the death of the body. But J. Krishnamurti will go on living in the universal consciousness, Forever and forever.
Just three days before J. Krishnamurti died, one of my friends was with him; and he reported to me that his words to him were very strange. Krishnamurti was very sad and he simply said one thing: “I have wasted my life. People were listening to me as if I am an entertainment.” The mystic is a revolution; he is not entertainment.
If you hear him, if you allow him, if you open your doors to him, he is pure fire. He will burn all that is rubbish in you, all that is old in you, and he will purify you into a new human being. It is risky to allow fire into your being—rather than opening the doors, you immediately close all the doors.
But entertainment is another thing. It does not change you. It does not make you more conscious; on the contrary, it helps you to remain unconscious for two, three hours, so that you can forget all your worries, concerns, anxieties—so that you can get lost in the entertainment. You can note it: as man has passed through the centuries, he has managed to create more and more entertainments, because he needs more and more to be unconscious. He is afraid of being conscious, because being conscious means to go through a metamorphosis.
I was more shocked by the news than by the death. A man like J. Krishnamurti dies, and the papers don’t have space to devote to that man who for ninety years continuously has been helping humanity to be more intelligent, to be more mature. Nobody has worked so hard and so long. Just a small news article, unnoticeable—and if a politician sneezes it makes headlines.
What is your connection with Krishnamurti?
It is a real mystery. I have loved him since I have known him, and he has been very loving towards me. But we have never met; hence the relationship, the connection is Something beyond words. We have not seen each other ever, but yet…perhaps we have been the two persons closest to each other in the whole world. We had a tremendous communion that needs no language, that need not be of physical presence…. You are asking me about my connection with him. It was the deepest possible connection—which needs no physical contact, which needs no linguistic communication. Not only that, once in a while I used to criticize him, he used to criticize me, and we enjoyed each other’s criticism—knowing perfectly well that the other does not mean it. Now that he is dead, I will miss him because I will not be able to criticize him; it won’t be right. It was such a joy to criticize him. He was the most intelligent man of this century, but he was not understood by people.
He has died, and it seems the world goes on its way without even looking back for a single moment that the most intelligent man is no longer there. It will be difficult to find that sharpness and that intelligence again in centuries. But people are such sleep walkers, they have not taken much note. In newspapers, just in small corners where nobody reads, his death is declared. And it seems that a ninety-year-old man who has been continuously speaking for almost seventy years, moving around the world, trying to help people to get unconditioned, trying to help people to become free—nobody seems even to pay a tribute to the man who has worked the hardest in the whole of history for man's freedom, for man's dignity.
I don’t feel sorry for his death. His death is beautiful; he has attained all that life is capable to give. But I certainly feel sorry for the whole world. It goes on missing its greatest flights of consciousnesses, its highest peaks, its brightest stars. It is too much concerned with trivia.
I feel such a deep affinity with Krishnamurti that even to talk of connection is not right; connection is possible only between two things which are separate. I feel almost a oneness with him. In spite of all his criticisms, in spite of all my criticisms—which were just joking with the old man, provoking the old man…and he was very easily provoked…. Krishnamurti’s teaching is beautiful, but too serious. And my experience and feeling is that his seventy years went to waste because he was serious. So only people who were long-faced and miserable and serious types collected around him; he was a collector of corpses, and as he became older, those corpses also became older.
I know people who have been listening to him for almost their whole lives; they are as old as he himself was. They are still alive. I know one woman who is ninety-five, and I know many other people. One thing I have seen in all of them, which is common, is that they are too serious.
Life needs a little playfulness, a little humor, a little laughter.
Only on that point am I in absolute disagreement with him; otherwise, he was a genius. He has penetrated as deeply as possible into every dimension of man’s spirituality, but it is all like a desert, tiring. I would like you back in the garden of Eden, innocent, not serious, but like small children playing. This whole existence is playful. This whole existence is full of humor; you just need the sense of humor and you will be surprised…. Existence is hilarious. Everything is in a dancing mood, you just have to be in the same mood to understand it.
I am not sorry that J. Krishnamurti is dead; there was nothing more for him to attain. I am sorry that his teaching did not reach the human heart because it was too dry, juiceless, with no humor, no laughter.
But you will be surprised to know—whatever he was saying was against religions, was against politics, was against the status quo, was against the whole past, yet nobody was condemning him for the simple reason that he was ineffective. There was no reason to take note of him….
Krishnamurti failed because he could not touch the human heart; he could only reach the human head. The heart needs some different approaches. This is where I have differed with him all my life: unless the human heart is reached, you can go on repeating parrot-like, beautiful words—they don’t mean anything. Whatever Krishnamurti was saying is true, but he could not manage to relate it to your heart. In other words, what I am saying is that J. Krishnamurti was a great philosopher but he could not become a master. He could not help people, prepare people for a new life, a new orientation.
But still I love him, because amongst the philosophers he comes the closest to the mystic way of life. He himself avoided the mystic way, bypassed it, and that is the reason for his failure. But he is the only one amongst the modern contemporary thinkers who comes very close, almost on the boundary line of mysticism, and stops there. Perhaps he’s afraid that if he talks about mysticism people will start falling into old patterns, old traditions, old philosophies of mysticism. That fear prevents him from entering. But that fear also prevents other people from entering into the mysteries of life….
I have met thousands of Krishnamurti people—because anybody who has been interested in Krishnamurti sooner or later is bound to find his way towards me, because where Krishnamurti leaves them, I can take their hand and lead them into the innermost shrine of truth. You can say my connection with Krishnamurti is that Krishnamurti has prepared the ground for me. He has prepared people intellectually for me; now it is my work to take those people deeper than itellect, to the heart; and deeper than the heart, to the being.
Our work is one. Krishnamurti is dead, but his work will not be dead until I am dead. His work will continue.
Tao has no methods, it is anti-method, because Tao means that which is natural. The method always creates the artificial, the method is always against nature. Nature needs no method, nature means that which already is. You need not discover it, you need not create it. You need not practise it; in fact, if you practise it you will miss it, because all practising will be of the mind and will create more conditionings.
A Taoist life can be lived but cannot be practised. It is a sheer understanding. These trees are Taoists, the animals are Taoists, and they have never heard about Tao, they have not been reading Lao Tzu. They are not following any path, they are not trying to enter into any way: they are simply in it! We are also in it. Relax, rather than practising. Allow nature to take possession of you; don’t try to grab nature, don’t be active, be passive.
And that’s where everything has gone wrong: those methods. If you practise them too long you will go very very far away from Tao. Live it but don’t practise it. Enjoy the small things of life — food, sleep, walking, working, loving — and just forget all about goals.
There is nowhere to go and no one to go. From the very beginning we are there. And there is no way to enter into Tao because we are in it. Trying to enter Tao is like a dog trying to catch its own tail: he will go crazy! And Taoists go crazy because Tao is one thing and to be a Taoist is another. Tao is not Taoism. It has no ism, no philosophy, that’s the beauty of it. It is not a religion either: it is just pure life!
But it is very difficult for the mind to be natural. That’s why I have given you the name: if you practise, you will be conditioning yourself. Go beyond all conditioning — good and bad, moral, immoral. Just relax and be a child and suddenly you will find: Tao is here, Tao is now.
In the height and heat of his flared up conversations with people around him, UG suddenly breaks a pause by waking up Robert Carr, calling him, ‘Bob, come on!’ UG’s pausing orbalming bell in between his heated conversations with people around was his favourite call: ‘Bob!’ Yes, the other day (on 22 Mar 2010) the admirers and friends of UG from India and other parts of the world gathered at Chandrasekhar’s residence or rather ‘UG place’, in Bangalore. There I glanced at this guy – this Bob (Robert Carr) is really a ‘live bomb’, still living or looking like a 16 or 17 even in his 70s or more – one of the closest associates of UG from the US, now happily batting or living in Mumbai, it seems. At last Bob (Robert Carr) has paid a rich tribute to his ‘barking master’ by bringing out a DVD that contains mind-shattering conversations with UG Krishnamurti, which got released on this occasion with much applause.
In 1995, UG spoke with a variety of spiritual seekers, self-styled gurus, teachers and just ordinary people from all over the world. The collection of nineteen interviews presented in this DVD offers the viewer a unique look into UG’s insights into life and living. They have been edited in Mumbai, India in 2009.
And a UG quote:
‘Thought is the self-protecting and fascist in nature, and it will use every trick under the sun to give momentum to its own continuity. Thought controls, moulds and shapes our ideas and actions. Thought is not the instrument to help us live in harmony with life around us. That is why we create all these ecological problems such as pollution, possibly destroying ourselves with the destructive weapons that we have invented.’
Over the past twenty years, several persons have worked selflessly and silently to record UG’s conversations with people in different parts of the world. I wish to thank the following friends: The Late Terry New Land, Raj Mehta, Julie Thayer, Andy Neddermeyer, Narayana Moorty, Kunal Sharma, Abhishek Sharma, Ghanashyam (Sam), Mahesh Bhatt and Paul Arms for their help in this production. The recording sessions were unrehearsed and spontaneous, resulting in a reflection of UG’s natural state.
Produced and directed by Robert Carr
Editing and video enhancement by Abhishek Sharma
A new book titled Stopped in our Tracks – Second Series by K Chandrasekhar also got released on this occasion.
Mahesh Bhatt’s ‘foreword’ to this book:
Whether it is happy or unhappy, hopeful or devastating, the ending brings the story to what it itself is … the inevitable, the complete end.
On a quiet afternoon of March 14, 2007, in Vallecrosia, a quaint town in Italy, on the coast of the Mediterranean, Babu Chandrsekhar’s guiding light and the love of life, UG Krishnamurti, shouted out an order, “Leave now and get on with your life,’ said the light. “I want to die the way I lived … all alone, with no one looking over me.”
Babu Chndrasekhar was devastated, but he has also sensed that the end was near. Thus, he began the process of wrenching himself away from his own heartbet. He prepared himself to break away from someone with whom he had spent more than three intense decades of his life, and who was not only the basis of his very existence but was also enshrined in his heart.
I still remember vivdly what Babu did after hearing UG’s command. He broke into Sanskrit shlokas, sat down at UG’s feet. Then touchng his feet, Babu prostrated his entire being before him as only a true devotee or lover would do. When he got up he looked closely at UG as if he were absorbing him completely in that one long look. Then turning his heel, Babu left the room where his master lived, never to return again.
As I led Babu out of the villa, where UG spent his last days, I can clerly recall the words I spoke to him, “This is death Babu, the end of your love story …” but little did I know that a love story like theirs never ends. I am not sure why, but whenever I think of the love story of Babu and UG I am reminded of Abu Bakr and Prophet Mohammed.
The story goes that when Abu Bakr saw the Prophet of God lying dead, he uncovered the mantle of the Yamani cloth that covered the Prophet’s face and, kissing his forehead, said, “You are dearer than my father and mother. You have tasted the death which God had decreed, but oh Mohammed, a second death will never overtake you. You will never die again.” And how right he was, because the emptiness which was created in the life of Abu Bakr with the passing away of his Master, could only be filled with the evangelistic fervour with which he went about spreading his word.
(1) A Book on UG in Bengali by Dr Guha, a close associate of UG.
(2) Hindi version book of Mahesh Bhatt’s ‘A Taste of Life’
(3) Another book got released on this occasion: ‘Self Realization: With Special Reference to UG’ by Mr. Satya Simha*. [Note:* The late Satya Simha had in fact been doing the Ph.D. on UG from Mysore University, and had worked half way till his (Satya Simha) untimely death that happened in 2008; so the present book is the outcome of the works he had done in this regard, not necessarily the completed work, and is brought posthumously.]
(4) The German Book of UG’s ‘Mind is A Myth’, tranaslated by Daniel (Note: A copy of this new book was sent all the way from Germany to K. Chandrasekhar just to get released on this unique occasion.)
Another interesting happening is that Mukunda Rao has taken great pains and drilling works to dig into the tapes of UG conversations (of 90 plus hours duration altogether) that were for decades remained stranded or locked up with some UG friends. Now the tapes got unlocked and thanks to Mr. K. Chandrasekhar’s concern and siren, Mukunda Rao has successfully completed the ‘transcription’ work of these rare UG tapes recorded some where down the lines and the recorded words of UG in those tapes have gone into a metamorphic process in the unbiased scholastic hands of Mukunda Rao and soon the resultant book titled, ‘The Biology of Enlightenment’ may hit the lights of the world now. May more and more UG ghosts haunt the world there!