By James Rappai (Jeevanmukta Das)
You doubtfully look at the spurious spare-part the dealer has just shown you and ask, âChalega kya?â(Will it work?) Heâll reassuringly reply, âhah, hah, chalega, chalegaâŠâ (Yes, yes, it will work) And if you still standing there mentally scratching you head (which, he can readâŠ your mind silly) wondering whether to buy it or not, he might reassuringly add, âChalega nahin saabâŠ daudega, daudega!â (It will not just work, it will run, runâŠ much like the Duracell bunny)
Youâre still not convinced, for the part in question has that appalling âstuck together with spitâ look about it that we Indians know so wellâbut hate with a vengeance. Youâre are of course thinking of buying it to replace that finely crafted original that was made in some kind of an engineerâs heavenâŠ and indeed has that âMade in Germanyâ legend proudly laser etched on it. But kya kare (what to do), that darn thing has inexplicably died on you.
So while youâre standing there deliberating whether to put the lives of a plane load of people (did I forget to mention that the part in question is that crucial âleft phalangeâ that holds the planeâs right engine?) just to save a few Rupeesâoh yes, it costs just one tenth of the original!âyou just might slip into a reverieâŠ and wonderâŠ
âŠwhy is it that we Indians canât get it right? Why are we so lax when it comes to delivering quality goods? Why do we have this âchalegaâ or âwill just about doâ maddeningly casual attitude towards all these heavenly material goods?
Of course, if youâre an NRI (Non Resident Indian) who has spent considerable time in the Promised Land (USA), then your level of exasperation with India’s chalega attitude is bound to rival Spidermanâs heightened sense of sight and smell, not to mention his talent for climbing up the wall! Then, youâre more likely fuming with that righteous âfirst world citizenâ attitude, âWhy canât these ‘dirty’ third world Indians get it right?â Some NRIs even come back to India just to show us how it is done! Most give up halfway and rush back screaming all the way to their adopted mother… land. Why, even a short ten-day trip abroad is enough to transfigure you, turn your head a âgrudgeâ 180 degrees, and Cinderella-ize you from a slum-girl to a proud princess of supreme intolerance.
Why are we so complacent about quality? Why are we reluctant to expend energy on this world and its activities? Why do we not think it worthwhile to lovingly polish those knobs or whatever until we can see the zit on our nose in it? Why indeed do we have this exasperating âchalegaâ attitude?
But of course we all know the answer to this near existential question. Indeed, the astute English had figured it out a century backâŠ and they, poor sods, had tried their best to beat it out of us!
Itâs not that we are lazy. Nor is it that we do not know quality when we see it, or cannot produce it. The truth is, we just donât believe in investing so much time and energy in this temporary world. Indeed, we are busy building castles in the Kingdom of God.
An apt example to give here is: if when travelling by a train, it stopped at a station en-route, you would certainly get down and stretch your legs; but would you go get busy in building a bungalow and engage in some other long term enterprise while there? No obviously, not. In a short time the whistle will blow and you will board and carry on with your journey.
In other words, the âchalega stanceâ is a deliberate one that is solidly anchored by the philosophical understanding wherein you do minimum to get by and keep your focus on the main agenda, which is to finally get off this darn train once and for all. The philosophical ideology here may be succinctly stated as: âsimple living high thinking.â
But this is not all that is there to it either. ‘Sustainable living’ requires you to make do with less that spot on quality. Where is the sense in cutting down a tall tree just to make one perfect toothpick? Conserve our limited resources; live life a little less extravagantly; make do with less; stop acting as if you are royalty; try not to carve your name on the surface of the globe; get on with your lifeâand die quietly for heavenâs sake!
In short, what we really have here are two diametrically opposite philosophical points of view. One urges you to live life conservatively and invest in securing your next life as well. The other urges you to live this live to the maximum and go out with a blast.
In the second ideology the understanding is: âCarpe diem, quam minimum credula postero!â Seize the day; put as little trust as possible in the future! Of course, it means: âfully utilize opportunities today (rather than tomorrow) for the future is uncertain.â But strangely, it is now thought to mean: âhave maximum fun today, for you only live once.â Or, âhave no regrets before the curtains come down.â In fact the term ‘carpe diem’ has almost become synonymous to ‘dangerous living’ or a ‘bohemian lifestyle,’ so much so that most tattoo it on their person. Thus, you have 80-plus grandmas queuing up for bungee jumping and other adventure sports. Indeed, it has become fashionable to draw up a list of daring and decadent feats to perform before the buzzer goes off.
So, which is better? Spending one hundred percent of your life in material perfection and having a blast, or being conservative, spending just seventy percent on materialism and having a blast, and thirty percent on securing a better future afterlife?
As a corollary to the above question:
Which is better? To live in a machined-perfected world, where all things are finely crafted, gleaming and emitting discreet little beeps, or in an earthy, organic world embellished with imperfections, and enlivened by the discreet call of insects?
Which is better? To drive in a finely crafted race car or race on a thoroughbred with the wind tearing through your hair?
Which is better? To be a conservationist and leave no footprint on the planet, or strip mine it, make it barren the short while you are here?
Hey, donât look at me for answers; I have none! True, I prefer the 70-30 equation, but you please go right ahead and pick up whichever one you feel is right for you, andâŠ good luck with your chosen path.
But yes, next time you hear âchalegaâ try not to think âoh what a lazy bum.â Instead, step quietly back. For, he is not a lazy bum, but is actually working hard at maintaining a certain aloofness from his environment. He believes that work binds… that too much attachment, too much involvement with anything on this planet is detrimental to spiritual health, for it binds you to this world, and brings you back to this world. And he does not want that, for he is focused on transmigrating to another, a far superior world. Besides, he is not willing to a giving a hundred percent at work, for he likes to reserve some energy for living his life, practicing his religion, going on his pilgrimage and so on.
In short, like you, he too is a philosopher and carpe diem-ing away like there is no tomorrow. The only difference is, while you believe in making this world a better place with finely crafted goods, and immersing yourself in it with passion, infusing your very being with the aroma of this world, he, quite the contrary, having no illusions about this world, prefers to remain aloof, keeping his attachment to a minimum, maintaining a âchalegaâ or âwill just about doâ attitudeâall, to be able to attain the escape velocity to transmigrate to a better world.
And oh, guess what: âCarpe diem, quam minimum credula posteroâ may sound all very Latin-y and bohemian, but really it is a stolen Vedic aphorism. The real version is: âathÄto brahma jijĂ±ÄsÄ.â [Vedanta sutra 1.1.1] âSeize the dayâŠ trust not the future, for nowâthis lifeâis the time for spiritual realization!â Indeed, the Vedic literatures open with this very instruction.
Now is the time for spiritual realization. Itâs not the time for bungee jumping, or for smelling the roses, or polishing that knob until you can see the zit on your nose, or making a pit stop at every silly festival in Europe, or drinking yourself silly or fulfilling every stray desire your decadent mind can think off. Seize the day; seize the opportunity of human lifeâŠ for another human life may not come by for a thousand yearsâŠ
But hey, donât let it not stop you from making that jump! But do give it a thoughtâŠ on your way down, down, downâŠ consider adding lessons in self-realization to your list… before you hit the ground.