One in the south (the fourth parable)

August 10, 2007

One in the south (the fourth parable)

by Raj Arumugam (Director, )

Another stops one as one passes through the south, and the another says, I know all about J.Krishnamurti.

One nods.

This, says another one meets in the south, is exactly what we have said. J.Krishnamurti says what we have always known from our beginnings; he says what our great leaders always say and what our Founder said.

One nods.

Therefore take this, another says, pushing packets and boxes towards one, you will see how we say it even better.

One nods. One says, I am just passing through, and one moves on.


One in the west (the third parable)

August 9, 2007

One in the west (the third parable)

by Raj Arumugam (Director, )

One goes west.
And one is received by a delegation of another.

They welcome one and have one seated at a table.
We are pleased to present you, says the delegation of another, this book which has all the answers. Everything that is anywhere else is in here; and all things that are not anywhere else are all here. So this is complete.

And the delegation of another pauses for dramatic effect.

All things have been worked out. The plan; the system; what you must do; how many times things have to be done. All things. There is no need for anything else.
And again the delegation pauses.
And read it. And then listen to our talks; and then our Guides and our Leader will make all things certain. Everything is done for you. All our contact details are in there. Take it.

One gently pushes the book back to the delegation. One stands up, bows and departs.

You are a fool! the delegation shouts. Everything is done for you, and offered to you on a silver platter, and yet you refuse! You are a fool!

One in the north (the second parable)

August 8, 2007

One in the north (the second parable)

by Raj Arumugam (Director, )

And one goes north.
One meets another.

Another looks pleased. Another is happy to see one.

Ah, another says. It is good to see you.
One nods.
It is good to see a friend in J.Krishnamurti, says another.
One nods.

Another paraphrases his knowledge:

You know how he speaks against religions. How he speaks against authority. I love it when he criticizes them. When he says how hollow they are. How violent they are. How hypocritical… How one should not and need not belong to an organization. Shows how organizations are corrupt. How bad they are…

One says:
Is that an inner revolution are you simply using your knowledge in an ongoing rebellion against your mum and dad?

One in the east (the first parable)

August 7, 2007

One in the east  (the first parable)

by Raj Arumugam (Director, )

And one goes east.
And one meets another.

Another says, I have no guru.
One nods.
Another says, I am free.
One nods.
Another says, You know, in Lecture 2228AXK, J.Krishnamurti says…
One nods.

Another continues, He is the greatest philosopher who has lived in recent history…
One nods.
Another says, He speaks of the stream and time…
One nods.
Another says, And also J.Krishnamurti says…
One nods.

Another continues:
And in Lecture 235SRF, J.Krishnamurti says…
And he also said this…and this he did…

Tell me, says one to another. I thought you said you have no guru. But you speak like you do. 

The magician: a parable

August 6, 2007

The magician: a parable

by Raj Arumugam (Director, )

So this magician comes to this one and says: Would you like to play?

Yes, says one.

We’ll play chimera, says the magician. I’ll huff and puff, and you’ll change and change.

Sounds fun, says one.

And so the magician huffs and puffs.

And the one becomes Michael.

And then the magician huffs and puffs.

And the one becomes Susan.

And then the magician huffs and puffs again.

And one becomes Chinese. And later one becomes French. One becomes Italian. One becomes Russian. One becomes this. And that.

And the games goes on as the magician huffs and puffs and the one seems to change and change with every huff and puff: now the one is Indian; and then German; and then black and then white, and then one seems to exist in different worlds and in different forms and with different names, and so the game goes on.

STOP! says one . I’m tired of this. Enough. What’s all this about? What am I? What’s my real name?

I’ll explain, said the magician.

No, says the one. I’ve had enough of you. I’ll do it myself. It’s not the explanation I want – I want to see for myself.

And the magician does his last trick – he disappears.

And the one observes without any word. The one sees for oneself.

Game over.

The Primordial Leviathan: a parable

July 31, 2007
The Primordial Leviathan: a parable
Raj Arumugam (Director – TTS )

There is one before us.
Can you see this one?

See, one crawls and grows on all fours.
One only sees now the ground, the grass before one, and the pebbles within one’s view.
One crawls and grows. One also crawls and growls.

One stands on two now. One looks around. One’s view is expanded. One looks around farther and one looks up.

There before one is the unwieldy mass – gargantuan, spectacular; frightening, seductive, layer upon layer and thick… a mammoth pile, like the carcass of the largest dinosaur one can envision…the carcass still warm.

One sees its immense expanse; its profound depth; no one can carry or lift it, but any one can sense its immense weight. Its depths seem infinite…it seems to stretch on forever and forever… Where does one start to view it? Where does it end?

One stands before it and it seems to move. It is never static: it moves, and it changes its shapes. In one section it appears magnificent, beautiful and then from another angle it is haggard and ugly. In one section it appears to be benevolent and yet, viewing it from another corner, one sees its depravity, its ugliness.

It is forever changing.
Then one spots a sort of peephole. One places one’s eyes close to the leviathan, one eye at the peephole, and one sees all manner of peoples, all customs and protocol, and all rituals and procedures. There are all languages and all manner of magic and miracles. One places one’s ears at the softer section of the leviathan’s belly and one hears music and singing, and a grand chorus; and yet comes the cacophony of men and women in anguish and pain, and there are screams and vulgarity, and harshness and barbarity.

Everything is there that one can see and hear. That one can feel and imagine.
And one crawls before the gargantuan.
It changes form, it changes its shapes; it changes dimensions if one stands to see it; it is different if one sits to see it – and yet again, altogether something else if one crawls to view it.

And then one sees others sitting in their sofas, sitting comfortably like a family in their living room, complacent, happy and feeling satisfied after dinner, watching their favourite TV show. In their sacred time.

And they are all happy. But the one we see is not.
One does not understand. But they seem to have got it.
They seem to understand it all. There is no contradiction. Their smiles say it. There is no violence. Their contented looks say it. There are no questions. Their relaxed countenances express it all. They understand; they know it all. They are satisfied.

But one does not know. One is confused.
Again one explores the gargantuan mass. One turns round and round its bends and then comes to a corner.
There is a sort of side to this weighty and mystical body.
There is a label.
It says…no, it is an ancient label and its words are faded…but one tries hard to read it and it says: MADE IN…But one cannot read the last word. It is completely blackened out with the soot of time.
One cannot read that last word.


But it could have been made anywhere. It could have been made in China. In the ancient savannahs and caves. It could have been made in Mesopotamia. In Ur. It could have been created in England. It could have been engineered in Germany. It could have been made in Japan. In India…one can’t tell…It could have been made anywhere.

And as one ponders this, as one thinks about that last word, one thinks to oneself: Perhaps this was deliberate. It could have been made anywhere.One then understands this gargantuan.
One moves back.
Then one pulls at the label.
Just pulls at it.
It comes off like a band-aid on an infected finger.
The mass loses shape. Like a balloon losing all its air. The leviathan loses its weight. It loses all its immensity. Its depth and its history. It loses all its space and time, and its past and its images, and all its immensity and pomposity. Like a deflated balloon below a tree in a park. Punctured and useless.
One understands. One has seen it now.
One does not crawl anymore. One does not groan anymore. One sees.

Raj Arumugam ( Director, TTS)

An Instant Guide to J.Krishnamurti

July 10, 2007

I thought I’d try something new on this blog.

So here’s an instant guide to J.Krishnamurti: