Thus Spoke Zarathustra (Part C)

Aniruddha Brahmarayar

On the Ubermensch

 

Then the thunder and lightning started. But it was slowly dawning. There was a faint light. Zarathustra was amazed what he saw around him. He was in the thick of a forest. He didn’t know which way to go. He just continued in the direction he was facing. The rain water was on his face and stormy wind accompanied it.

He and his pupils were drenched but walked. The faint light was becoming brighter and brighter. But the storm and rain were more ferocious.

Zarathustra understood what’s coming. The “Moment” gate was approaching. His subconscious mind used the light and attained the “Moment” gate though he and his pupils were bending their head to avoid rain water splashing on their faces. The dreaded two lanes hit Zarathustra. He hesitated but his pupils didn’t know what to do. Zarathustra finally decided to continue.

He smiled at his pupils and showed signs to come near him. He hugged their shoulders like gamers do in games and walked along.

“My Pupils! You are all intelligent. The hermit I saw – I knew him a lot now. He will not accept if we return. The return is eternal but not the path of Ubermensch.

“You cannot return back here if you return. If you ignore the Moment gate and continue, I neither guarantee that there won’t be another gate, nor the other path – the path of Ubermensch – is eternal.

“But the stars and rain will continue. And there will be light. And there will be darkness”

“And will there be thunder – And we all can sing when the light comes”

Thus spoke Zarathustra.

Thus Spoke Zarathustra (Part B)

Aniruddha Brahmarayar

On the Spectacular Stars

The labyrinth excited Zarathustra. It was night. But he could see it. It was brilliant. He could see stars all over. He wanted to catch them. He caught some. But some were evasive. They were in all colors – pink, red, green, blue and he could see a lot of even black stars in the night. It’s beautiful to walk in this night. Walking in the dark without being aware of the dangers was painful. Catching a star helped his sorrow to subside.

He saw a camel that changed into a lion into a child. He caught lot of stars above all. But the star he caught above the child was trying to be quite evasive. So he let the vulture have it. The vulture digested it slowly. But there were lots of stars above the child. So he left them alone as he had to travel.

He walked for a while. Sometime his serpent disappeared but his vulture kept flying away very often. That bothered Zarathustra a lot. His serpent was timid but not his vulture. When he caught stars he was happy that he didn’t care about his vulture.

Then he saw his two old teachers and a hermit. The hermit was returning back after exploring the entire wilderness to his cave. Though he didn’t laugh at Zarathustra, he gave no vocal advice. But he showed lot of signs. Zarathustra was able to read some of them but some of them were lost in the utter darkness.

He was not sure his teachers traveled this path. And the teachers were not there anymore. But he felt that the teachers were saying to him – “Behold Zarathustra! You are wasting your time”. But the teachers never talked and probably were never there.

He did not heed to his imagined voice of the teachers. He continued. Then he saw a few disciples in the darkness. They were fighting. The disciples were arguing. Zarathustra taught them about the path traveled by him. He told about them the camel, the lion and the child. They started arguing about them. Zarathustra continued amid the noise. He liked them arguing. It was good for his journey.

He looked at his pupils reflecting his journey and said, “Why did I undertake this journey? The inflicted pain, a pleasure but hurts because of it quality. Do you see?”

“The spectacular stars I catch are for you to play and shine it and keep it. You learn its qualities and create more stars. You need to be aware of the wilderness before your aspire for it.”

The pupils were very disturbed. With vulture fluttering around they were unable to focus on what Zarathustra was saying. Zarathustra was really concerned.

“So my pupils! Take it what comes in your way. Don’t mortify yourselves but mortify when you can. Mortify well enough, when you can mortify. Because, mortification, to attain the accepted wisdom of our father in this wilderness- is the only known way”

Thus spoke Zarathustra.

Thus Spoke Zarathustra (Part A)

Aniruddha Brahmarayar

நீட்ஷேயின் இந்த புத்தகம் பல பல்கலைகழகங்களில், அறிவுலகத்தில் பலவித தர்கத்திற்கு உட்படுத்தப்பட்டது.  ஒருமித்த கருத்தை அவர்கள் அடைந்ததாக தெரியவில்லை. மிகவும் கடினமான புத்தகம்.  இதை சாதாரண வாசகர்கள் வாசிக்க முடியுமா என்று எனக்கு ஐயமாக உள்ளது.  என்றாலும் தம் பிடித்து வாசித்ததில் ஒரு பத்து சதவிகிதம் உருப்படியாக புரிந்ததா எனபது சந்தேகம்.  ஆனாலும் புரிந்த வரை ஒரு திருப்தி. இதை நீங்கள் வாசித்து பயன் பெறமுடியுமா என்பதை நீட்ஷே பாணியிலேயே சில வருட்ங்களுக்கு முன் நான் எழுதிய விமர்சனத்தை ”முடிந்தால்” வாசித்து பார்த்து முடிவு செய்து கொள்ளுங்கள்.

எச்சரிக்கை! கொஞசம் பொறுமை ஸ்டாக் வைத்துக் கொள்ளுங்கள். இல்லை இல்லை நிறையவே.

Prologue

 

Notwithstanding the torment in the pursuit of satiating his longing for wisdom, Zarathustra stepped into wilderness. All along his journey, he had crossed plains, high mountains, dense thickets, abysmal abyss, and peaty everglades. He had walked in gutters and sewers. Though he had heard about the contours of this wilderness, his passion propelled him into it. His old animals accompanied him.

The land was new for his mentor once. But he crossed it with ease because he metamorphosed into an Ubermensch. He mastered it all. He knew it all. He created several sign posts in that wilderness.

He didn’t know much about his mentor. Lot of people had told him that he too was an Ubermensch. The grandfather died even before anybody knew him in full. Not many people talk about him now. But Zarathustra, just for name sake, started to feel the pain very soon. But the pain was pleasure. He learnt from his father that pain and pleasure made him to think. Every step was excruciating to him.

His animals started making fun of him. Zarathustra started begging his animals to spare him and his journey. He wanted to see his father. He thought he was hiding in that wilderness. His wilderness encompassed him now – that he is in the thick of it. But he continued. He has just started though.

If possible and if his animals cooperated, he wanted to reach even his grandfather. But he was in different wilderness – the wilderness of “make-believe”. Where people say of it – a land of virtue; a treasure of eternal wealth; the jingling of bells and it was all holiday there.

He wanted to see how his grandfather talked to Ahura Mazda. He wanted to read the Avesta. He wanted to know them because he was suspicious that a group of different people living in different landscape that he often met in the civilization also talked about him as their source. He had heard lot of people of his generation abandoned their life. And one day grandfather vanished. But Zarathustra believed he would one day reach him.

Zarathustra’s vulture started flying away and away from him while his serpent gave him hard time by coming in its way. His serpent was chattering to him and he was unable to find his path. He wanted to fly and get his vulture back to him. So he flew faster than his vulture, caught it and held it tightly in his arms and landed back to his serpent. He hated his vulture. He regretted he had to put up with it.

Zarathustra started lecturing his vulture and serpent.

“You, stupid animals! Stop flying and coming in my way. Stay with me. It’s going to be thunder and lightning. You will be lost within tonight if you don’t behave. I want to crush you, you spineless! But you are my evils. I can’t stop feeding you and that’s why you stay with me. I have to let you be with me.“

The serpent smiled at him, turned back and said “Oh! Zarathustra. Return to our cave. I don’t like this. It’s cold here. It’s to be thundering soon.”

The vulture fluttered its wings and kept trying to fly away. But Zarathustra held it in his arms tightly. The vulture became angry. So it yelled at him and said “Oh! Zarathustra. Return to our cave. I don’t like this. It’s cold here. It’s to be thundering soon. Don’t torture me”

“You can never reach your father for the wilderness is unfathomable. You don’t know but I knew. I flew over it. And you are not constructed for it”

Zarathustra shed tears. He was very sad at his animals. His hatred towards them and their meekness made him to love them as that gives him pleasure.

“You animals! You can try killing my spirit. But I will kill your spirit. You can’t go back. I will go to the cave when I want. You should follow. You are not my master. I am your master. Behave now or I will make you dance to my tune”

Thus spoke Zarathustra.

மதம் பிடித்த மதம்

நான் அநிருத்த பிரம்மராயர். பொன்னியின் செல்வனின் மறுபிறவி அல்ல. சிலிக்கன் ஷெல்ஃபின் புனைப் பிறவி.

ஒரு கவிதையுடன் அறிமுகமாகிறேன். நான் மட்டுமே இதை கவிதை என்று இது வரை கூறியிருக்கிறேன்.

– இதைப் வாசித்துப் பார்த்த ஒரு நண்பர் ”இது ஒரு கவிதையே அல்ல. ஏதோ ஒரு பிரச்சாரம். வார்த்தைகள் ஒரே எழுத்தில் தொடங்க ஒரு மெனக்கெடல். எனக்குப் புரியவுமில்லை” என்று ‘வாழ்த்தினார்’.

– மற்றொரு நண்பர் இதைப் வாசிக்காமலேயே வல்லுனர் விளக்கம் கொடுத்தார். இவ்வாறு: ‘இதை எழுதியவன் மாட்டினால் அப்படியே கசக்கி பிழிந்துவிடுவேன்’ என்று கொலை வெறிகொண்டார். ஆனால் செய்யவில்லை. ”தமிழில் இப்படி ஒரு வார்த்தையே கிடையாது” என்று முதல் வரியின் முதல் வார்த்தையையே மறுத்தார்.

– மற்றொரு நண்பர் வாசிக்க மறுத்துவிட்டார். பின்னர் வாசிக்கிறேன் என்று தப்பித்தார்.

ஒரு சகோதரர் மட்டும் புதுக் கவிதைகள் என்று வரும் குப்பைகளுக்கு இந்த படிவம் எனக்கு பரவாயில்லை; புதுமையாக இருக்கிறது என்றார்.

இருப்பதை கொடுப்பதே எங்கள் ”சேவை”. எல்லா இகழும் இறைவனுக்கே;

(எழுத்து, இலக்கணம், மற்றும் பிற பிழைகளும் வாசக நண்பர்கள் இகழ்வதற்கு வசதியாக அமைக்கப்பட்டிருக்கிறது.)

அலைகழிந்த ஆத்மாவே ஆன்மீகம் ஆதரவோ;
மாதவமாய் மனதிற்கு மாற்றாக மலராதோ!
இறையென்ற இயக்கத்தில் இதயமதை இளக்கினயோ,
ஆட்படுத்தி ஆணவமாய் ஆட்சிதனில் அமர்ந்தாயோ!

கற்பனையில் கரைந்துருகி காவியங்கள் கசிந்தனையே,
வெந்தமனம் வெளிச்சமிட வெஞ்சாமிரமவை  வீசினவே;
காமத்தின் கட்டுண்ட கள்வனாய் கண்டனையோ,
மென்மேலும் மதிபிறழ மனந்தன்னை மாசாக்கினையோ!

காலங்கள் கரைந்தாலும் கற்பனைகள் கரையாதோ!
முற்காலம் முதல்வந்தன முற்றிலுமே மாறாதோ;
கற்பனையை கற்பனையால் கற்றுவிக்க கற்பாயோ!
தூய்மையென துன்பத்தை தூவுகின்ற துர்பாக்கியமோ!

மாயையாய் மனம்நிறைத்து மூர்க்கத்தில் மறைந்தனையே;
ஆதரவே ஆபத்தாய் ஆர்ப்பரித்த ஆவிகளே!
மானுடனே மதிகெட்டு மூடனாகி மாறினயே,
மதமென்ற மாவிடத்தில் மூழ்கித்தான் மறுகினயே!

தோற்றுவாய் தோன்றலெனினும் கற்பனை கற்பனையே!
அன்பினில் அடிமைகொள்ளும் கற்பனையும் கற்பனையே!
வாள்முனையும் வன்முறையும் கற்பனையே கற்பனையே!
தொகைவதும் தோற்றுவதும் மதம்பிடித்த  கற்பனையே!