Chapter 16: Session 16
There was nothing wrong with the brahmin; all over the world brahmins are like that. What surprises me is that Ramateertha started to study Sanskrit. That shocks me. He should have told the brahmin, “Get lost, along with all your Vedas and your Sanskrit! I don’t care. I know the truth, why should I bother to know Sanskrit?”
Ramateertha did not know Sanskrit, that is true, and there is no need either - but he felt the need. That is the first thing I want you to remember. His books are very poetic, exhilarating, ecstatic, but the man is missing somewhere.
Secondly: when his wife came to see him from faraway Punjab he refused. He had never refused any other woman, why did he refuse his own wife? Because he was afraid. He was still attached. I feel sorry for him: renouncing his wife, yet still afraid.
Third, he committed suicide - although Hindus don’t call it that, they call it “dissolving oneself in the Ganges.” You can give beautiful names to ugly things.
Except for these three things Ramateertha’s books are valuable, but if you forget these three things you may start thinking of him as if he is enlightened. He speaks as if he was an enlightened man, but it is only “as if’.”
Eighth: G.E. Moore’s Principia Ethica. I have loved this book. It is a great exercise in logic. He spends two hundred or more pages just considering one question: What is good? - and coming to the conclusion that “good” is indefinable. Great! But he did his homework, he did not just jump to the conclusion as mystics do. He was a philosopher. He went step by step, gradually, but he came to the same conclusion as the mystics.
Good is indefinable, so is beauty, so is God. In fact all that is of any worth is indefinable. Note it: if anything can be defined that means it is worthless. Unless you come to the indefinable, you have not come to anything worthwhile.
Ninth.I have left The Songs of Rahim from my list but I cannot any longer. He was a Mohammedan, but his songs are written in Hindi so Mohammedans don’t like him, they don’t take any note of him. Hindus don’t like him because he was a Mohammedan. I may be the only person who respects him. His full name is Rahim Khan Khana. His songs are of the same height and same depth as Kabir, Meera, Sahajo or Chaitanya. Why did he write in Hindi? Being a Mohammedan he could have written in Urdu, and Urdu is a far more beautiful language than Hindi. But he chose knowingly; he wanted to fight the Mohammedan orthodoxy.
Tenth, Mirza Ghalib, the greatest Urdu poet - and not only the greatest Urdu poet, but perhaps there is no other poet in any language of the world who can be compared with him. His book is called Divan. Divan simply means a collection of poems. He is difficult to read, but if you can make a little effort it pays immensely. It is as if each line contains a whole book. And that is the beauty of Urdu. I say no other language can contain so much in such a small space. Just two sentences are enough to contain a whole book. It is magical! Mirza Ghalib is the magician of that language.