Wednesday, August 30, 2017

The Monkey King


By Manuwant Choudhary

It's a strange co-incidence that 2016 was the Year Of The Monkey !

I've been currently reading The Art Of War by Sun Tzu and in it I came across this interesting Chinese fable of `The Monkey King & The Buddha.' (Translated by Thomas Cleary)

The tale is about this `Magical' Monkey King who founds a monkey civilization and becomes its leader.

He defeats a `devil' and takes his sword.

When he returns he begins training other monkeys using toy swords the practice of swordsmanship.


Just then the Monkey King wonders how his country may be attacked if the neighbouring country sees this and when attacked his monkeys will only have toy swords to fight.

Unfortunately, though ruler of a nation, the martial monkey king is not a ruler of himself.

So the king thoughtfully initiates the arms race, ordering pre-preemptive stockpiling of real weapons.

This is a 13th C description of 21 C politics.

The monkey king in the story exercised power without wisdom, disrupting the natural order and generally raising hell until he ran into the limits of matter, where he was finally trapped.

The Taoist immortals tried to capture and cure this monkey king by cooking him in the cauldron of eight trigrams but he jumped out still unrefined.


The story is that the Monkey could travel anywhere and literally everywhere...and so he went all over...even to heaven where stands the seven pillars and he was about to return when the Buddha holds his finger and he turns to see Buddha's hands and on the middle finger was written, "The Monkey King Was Here."

The Monkey King is imprisoned in the mountain of the five elements by Buddha.

After 500 years Guanyin the Buddhis saint who is the personification of universal compassion shows up at the prison of the now repentant monkey and recites this telling verse.

"Too bad the magic monkey didn't serve the public
As he madly flaunted heroics in days of yore.
With a cheating heart he made havoc
In the gathering of immortals;
With grandiose gall he went for his ego
To the heaven of happiness.
Among a hundred thousand troops,
None could oppose him;
In the highest heavens above
He had a threatening presence,
But since he was stymied on meeting our Buddha.
When will he ever reach out and show his achievements again?"


The monkey pleads with the saint for his release.

The Saint agrees to release him but only if he devotes himself to the pursuit of higher enlightenment not just for himself but for society at large.

But just before releasing the monkey as a precaution the Saint places a ring around the monkeys head, a ring that will tighten every time the monkey misbehaves or brags about his achievements.

A great king or warrior is one who never forgets the ring on his head !

Saturday, July 1, 2017

Between a crop and crop...



Poverty and unemployment have haunted India continuously within living memory. The cities may now be dotted with pockets of enormous affluence, but the lot of the small farmer, the rural labourer, remains unchanged:

His speech is of mortgaged bedding,
On his vine he borrows yet,
At his heart his daughter's wedding,
In his eye foreknowledge of debt,
He eats and hath indigestion,
He toils and he may not stop;
His life is a long drawn question
Between a crop and crop.

- Excerpt from the last chapter Panorama of the Lost Decades in We The Nation By Nani Palkhivala.

Tuesday, May 23, 2017

Godman Chandraswami - An Encounter



By Manuwant Choudhary

Controversial Godman Chandraswamy is dead....age 66. If India's much feared Enforcement Directorate (ED) could not get him...then it says a lot about how India is being run.

Among Chandraswamy's followers were India's Prime Minister Narasimha Rao, Chandra Shekhar, Rajiv Gandhi...and virtually who's who of Lutyen Delhi.

He was also a suspect in the assassination of Rajiv Gandhi.

Born Nemi Chand Jain in Alwar Rajasthan...he went on to become a Tantric and was India's most influential wheeler-dealer Godman.

International arms dealer Adnan Khashogi was also his follower.

I met Chandraswamy once.

As a reporter in Bombay with the Afternoon Despatch & Courier I got a scoop that Chandraswamy is visiting....

I am not sure how I gathered the courage to go all the way to Dadar at 9 pm...it was quite dark..and Dadar itself is a leafy suburb with those old colony houses.

I wasn't sure if I would be allowed to meet the Godman.

Outside the house there was a flurry of activity with cars all lined up....mercedez and contessas.

I was quite surprised that when I said I was a reporter I was easily allowed into the house..the room was not well lit....but here I was sitting face to face with the Godman.

Chandraswamy looked dangerous.

All kinds of things went on in my mind..what if I asked him a `touchy' question he may use his Tantra on me.

How does a reporter interview a corrupt, dangerous, holy man ?

I simply had no clue.

Yet, I recall mustering courage to ask him my question...but he just stared at me.

He had this stick with a shiny diamond like magic wand in his hand...his eyes looked deadly and red.

I thought this may be my last night...I may not be able to get back home.

After a few times..the host tells me that Guruji is on a maun vrat (vow of silence).

We sat opposite each other for 20 minutes or so....and I did report on this darshan of Chandraswami...

Just to build my silent interview I said let me see who his followers are...perhaps some Bollywood heroes...and as I looked around I see this Blue Contessa...(early 90s this was the best car available) come into the drive way and out came Gulshan Grover, a Bollywood villain.


Chandraswamy's chela was India's Prime Minister Narasimha Rao but that evening I spent in the company of eminent villains.