Chapter 30: You Are the Watcher, Not the Actor
But I came to know through reading the scientific research that the speech center is exactly like a gramophone record, but with one thing very strange and special: the moment the needle is taken away from the record you cannot put the needle back where you took it from. Once it is taken away, it will have to begin again exactly at the beginning. The center instantly goes back to the beginning.
And if this happens, can you say you are the master of what you are saying? Are you the master of what you are feeling? Certainly there are no electrodes scientifically put into you, but biologically exactly the same work is going on. You see a certain woman, and immediately your mind reacts: “How beautiful!” This is nothing but remote control. That woman functioned like a remote control and your speech center simply went into a recorded speech: “How beautiful!” The mind is a mechanism. It is not you.
It records things from outside, and then reacts to outside situations according to the recordings. That’s the only difference between a Hindu and a Mohammedan and a Christian and a Jew: they have just got different gramophone records; inside they are one humanity. And do you think when you play a gramophone record - it may be in Hebrew, it may be in Sanskrit, it may be in Persian, it may be in Arabic, but it is the same machine that plays the record. To the machine it does not matter whether it plays Hebrew or Sanskrit. All your religions, all your political ideas, all your cultural attitudes are nothing but recordings. And in certain situations certain recordings are provoked.
There is a beautiful incident in the life of one of the very wisest kings of India, Raja Bhoj. He was very interested in wise people. His whole treasury was open only for one purpose: to collect all the wise people of the country, whatsoever the cost. His capital was Ujjain, and he had thirty of the country’s most famous people in his court. It was the most precious court in the whole country. One of the greatest poets of the world, Kalidas, was one of the members of the court of Raja Bhoj.
One day a man appeared at the court saying that he spoke thirty languages with the same fluency, the same accuracy and accent as any native person could, and he had come to make a challenge: “Hearing that you have in your court the wisest people of the country, here are one thousand gold pieces.”
The rupee used to be golden. We should stop calling it the rupee now, because the word rupee comes from the word rupya. Rupya means gold. It went on falling from gold to silver, from silver to something else. Now it is just paper and you go on calling it rupee. The very word means gold.
And he said, “Anybody who can recognize my mother tongue, these one thousand gold pieces are his. And if he cannot recognize it, then he will have to give me one thousand gold pieces.”