Chapter 8: Indifference to the Mind Is Meditation
And the heart - wherever it is, either on the throne or on the street - is your only hope, the only possibility for you to be bridged with your being, to be bridged with existence. It is the only possibility for songs to arise in you, stars to descend in you, for your life to become a rejoicing, a dance.
You are asking me how to stop this mind, its constant questioning, its silly crowd of questions. That is where everybody takes the wrong step. If you try to stop it, you will never be able to stop it. Ignore it. Be indifferent to it. Let it chatter. Be aloof, unconcerned - as if it does not matter whether it chatters or not, whether there are questions or not. Only this aloofness, this ignoring - Buddha has given it the right name, upeksha - this indifference slowly, slowly makes the miracle happen.
What you want to achieve by fighting is not possible, because when you fight with someone you are giving energy to the enemy. You are giving attention, and attention is food; you are getting entangled with the mind, and mind enjoys a good fight. It has never happened that anybody has been able to stop the mind by fighting with it. That is the most important thing to understand: don’t take any step towards fighting. Just ignore, just be aloof, just let the mind do whatever it wants to do. When the mind feels unwelcome, when the mind sees that you are no longer interested in it, that it is pointless to go on shouting - you are not even hearing it, you are not even curious about what is going on in the mind - it stops.
It happened.and I have remembered it because the boy is here today. He is my sister’s son.
He was very young, six years old. We had gone to see the chief minister of Madhya Pradesh and the boy’s father was driving. The father had gone to make inquiries, to say that I had come, and ask whether the chief minister was in the house or not.
At that very moment - the boy must have been feeling sleepy in the jeep; we had come a long distance - he fell asleep and hit his head on the dashboard in front of him. He looked at me. I didn’t pay any attention; I looked outside the jeep. He was going to cry and create trouble - he looked again and again I looked outside.
Then his father came out. I went in for a half-hour meeting. Then we went home. It was almost two hours later, as we arrived home, that he started crying. As soon as he saw his mother he immediately started crying. I said, “What happened?”
He said, “I hit my head on the jeep.”
I said, “That happened two hours ago!”
He said, “I know, but there was no point in crying because twice I looked at you and you looked outside the window. What is the point in crying with such a man? You did not even ask what had happened.you had seen that I had hit my head. Now my mother is here; now I can cry.”