The Bhagavad Gita classifies people into two groups – those born with daivi sampada and those born with asuri sampada. Daivi sampada are positive virtues like fearlessness, purity of mind, and so on, twenty-nine of which the Gita lists. And then it moves on to the asuri sampada – negative qualities like pride, haughtiness, anger and so on, the list of which is small but which is discussed in greater details.
Krishna
states here that people are born either with daivi sampada or with asuri
sampada. Though Krishna does not expressly state this, since none of us is
entirely positive or negative and all of us are grey, we must assume that he is
speaking of our basic dispositions – some of us are basically disposed towards
negativity and others towards positive virtues, just as in terms of modern
psychology some of us are basically optimists and others are basically
pessimists. Even the darkest people like Duryodhana in the Mahabharata, for
instance, shows some good qualities and even the most positive ones, like
Yudhishthira shows some negative qualities.
Krishna
knows, as the whole east knows, that life does not begin at birth or conception
– we all have had innumerable past lives and every time we take a new birth, we
are born with our past gunas, karmas, vasanas and samskaras. We are all born with
memories of our past lives lying buried just beneath the surface of our
consciousness, becoming visible sometimes on their own and at other times when
we peep beneath the surface, as during past life regression or deep meditation.
It is these memories, gunas, karmas, vasanas and samskaras that make us daivi
or asuri.
Describing
people with asuri sampada, negative qualities, Krishna says each one of them
thinks:
“I am the lord of all. I am a great bhogi
who enjoys the best things in life. I am a siddha, a man of great power and
achievements; balavan, a man of immense strength; sukhee, living a life of
contentment and bliss. Of noble birth am I, master of heaps of wealth, famous
everywhere. I conduct grand sacrificial rituals where wealth flows endlessly, I
give in charity boundlessly, I revel in pleasures, I make merry, feast and celebrate. Tell me, who on earth is my equal? Self-centered,
willful, filled with all the insolence of wealth and bloated with the adulation
they receive, arrogant, haughty, full of rage and lust, these people cling to
their mighty egos, and lord it over everyone.” BG Ch. 16
When I think
of such people, a person who used to stay close to my house some years ago comes
to my mind. Every word he spoke, every step he took, every breath of his, the
way he sat and stood, the way he treated all except those who were his
superiors, spoke of his boundless arrogance. The poor and the powerless were no
better than worms that crawled in the gutter for him and he crushed them under
his foot every chance he had. He owned a fairly big house in an affluent
locality and walked as though he was the master of everything under the sun.
In his case
it was money that made them so arrogant. Power can give us the same arrogance,
fame can give us the same arrogance, victories can give us the same arrogance.
Most people
get bloated up with pride even when their achievements are puny. The wisdom of
ancient India understood that arrogance is unhealthy for us even when our
achievements are big because they feed the ego and starve the soul. Healthy
living requires that you feed your ego and starve the soul. That is wisdom in
the truest sense of the term.
Hell is the
destiny of people with asuri sampada – hell not only for themselves, but for
everyone around them too. One Hitler created hell for the six million Jews he
killed in the concentration camps and the millions of soldiers and civilians
killed in WW II. It is for this reason that their asuri sampada has to be
destroyed and if that proves impossible, then they themselves have to
destroyed, so that they could be saved from themselves and others could be
saved from them.
The
Brahmavaivarta Purana tells us an amazing story of how a god of great
achievements was taught humility and the asuri sampada in him was destroyed.
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The story
begins with Indra slaying the mighty serpent dragon Vritra lying crouched on
the high mountains in the shapeless shape of a massive cloud. Indra frees the
waters Vritra had blocked making the world parch for want of water. With the
monster’s death, the freed waters burst forth from the mountains joyously, nourishing
the earth and quenching the thirst of all living creatures making them sing in
delight and praise Indra as the mightiest hero ever. Much of the Rig Veda is
the rapturous praises thus sung by the inspired poets of the ancient world.
Here is one Vedic poet singing of Indra:
I will declare the manly deeds of
Indra,
the first that he achieved, the
Thunder-wielder.
He slew the Dragon, then disclosed the waters,
He slew the Dragon, then disclosed the waters,
and cleft the channels of the
mountain torrents.
He slew the Dragon lying on the mountain:
He slew the Dragon lying on the mountain:
his heavenly bolt of thunder Tvaṣṭar-fashioned.
Like lowing kine in rapid flow descending
Like lowing kine in rapid flow descending
the waters glided downward to the ocean
[From Rig Veda Mandala 1, Hymn
XXXII. Griffith trans.]
Indra killed
the monster who had misappropriated what belonged to all and freed living water
to benefit the plants and trees, the birds, beasts and humans, making mother
earth throb with life once again. Earth turned green once again, birds soared
up into the skies, animals roamed the jungles that sprang up everywhere and man
was happy. Clouds started raining from
the skies again.
Indra
destroyed the ninety-nine cities that belonged to Vritra, cities of repression
and oppression. Saviour, savior, everyone called him. Truly, he had made life
and light possible by destroying darkness and bondage. Now he wanted to rebuild
the cities of the gods, cities of freedom and light, of joyfulness and
celebration and a palace for himself.
Indra instructed Vishwakarma to
build the magnificent palace for himself. The palatial gardens should have
streams running through it, Indra told him, and lakes teeming with waterfowl,
divine trees everywhere, and everything else he could imagine. Vishwakarma was
making great progress and as the first year neared its end and work was nearing
completion, Indra started making frequent visits to see the work in progress.
Which was fine with Vishwakarma, but every time he made a visit, he would ask
the celestial architect to modify something or the other, micromanaging things
and interfering the Vishwakarma’s work, making progress slow, putting him in
unendurable stress, making sleep impossible to him, driving him nuts.
Indra had ceased to be the
mighty hero and liberating leader he was earlier. Instead, with his own
importance gone to his head, he had become an intolerable boss, always grumpy,
always complaining, always looking for faults, insisting that his way alone was
right, constantly insulting the intelligence and imagination of Vishwakarma in
his attempt to show he was superior. It was possible that he was jealous of the
miraculous powers of Vishwakarma as an architect. Frequently when a boss
becomes jealous of his subordinate, he tries to ‘show him his place’ by trying
to show he has better ideas about everything, even in subjects about which he
has no knowledge. He refuses to see people as people, and instead sees them as his
subordinates whom he can order about. And as an architect there was no equal to
Vishwakarma who turned everything he touched into pure wonder, whose creations
were beauty solidified. But Indra wanted him to do things Indra’s way. Life
became hell for the celestial architect.
Vishwakarma just did not know
what to do. He was the most creative architect, but, as it often happens, he
did not know how to play games to outsmart his boss. That was not his area of expertise
– he was a simple creative genius and not a politician. He decided to seek help
and secretly went to Brahma, the Creator. Brahma listened to him patiently,
assured him his troubles would soon come to an end and sent him back a relaxed
man, or rather a relaxed god.
Brahma informed Vishnu of the
whole affair who instantly made a plan to solve the problem. Such things should
not happen in the celestial world, Vishnu knew. Time had come for the lord of the
gods to be shown his place.
India has always loved telling
human stories in the name of the gods. Or let’s say, stories of gods as though
they were human beings, subject to the same anger that men are subject to, the
same jealousy and greed, the same intolerance and hostility, the same ignorance
and narrow-mindedness, the same lust and illusions and delusions. These are
teaching stories, stories told to teach men and women wisdom, to teach us that whoever
we are, however powerful we are, we are all subject to the games the mind plays
with us.
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It is a Purana that tells us
this story – the Brahmavaivarta Purana. Indra in Vedic literature is different
from Indra in the Puranas. In Vedic literature, Indra is the symbol of the
enlightened mind, mind that has become still and empty, the yogic mind, the
meditator’s mind, the free mind, the ‘mindless mind’, what Zen calls the
no-mind, mushin, mind that is one with pure consciousness, mind that soars in
the limitless skies of consciousness like Garutman, the eagle of the Vedas on
whom Vishnu, the all-pervading being, travels. Whereas in the Puranas, he is the
symbol of the ordinary human mind, the mind about which Arjuna in the Bhagavad
Gita complaints to Krishna: chanchalam hi manah krishna, pramaathi balavad
drdham tasyaaham nigraham manye vayor iva sudushkaram – “The mind, Krishna, is restless,
turbulent, strong and stubborn. I consider that it is as difficult to control as
the wind itself.”
In the modern spiritual classic
The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying, Sogyal Rinpoche speaks of the two completely
different minds, or aspects of the mind: sem and rigpa. Sem, says Rinpoche, “is
the mind that thinks, plots, desires, manipulates, that flares up in anger,
that creates and indulges in waves of negative emotions and thoughts, that has
to go on and on asserting, validating, and confirming its "existence"
by fragmenting, conceptualizing, and solidifying experience. The ordinary mind
is the ceaselessly shifting and shiftless prey of external influences, habitual
tendencies, and conditioning. The masters liken sem to a candle flame in an
open doorway, vulnerable to all the winds of circumstance.”
The higher mind, or the
enlightened mind, the awakened mind, is the “primordial, pure, pristine
awareness that is at once intelligent, cognizant, radiant, and always awake. It
could be said to be the knowledge of knowledge itself.” The Vedic Indra stands
for this mind, for rigpa.
The Indra of the Puranas, books
written after the glorious age of the Vedas had come to an end and the worship
and understanding of the Vedic gods had declined giving rise to the Pauranic
gods in their place, is the symbol of sem, the ordinary mind.
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Early next morning a radiant
young brahmana traveler with brilliant eyes that spoke of his serene
intelligence appeared at the gate of Indra. He was immediately received in
great honour and given the traditional offerings of water, honey, milk and
fruits made to brahmanas on arrival. Politely enquired of the purpose of his
visit, the boy said he had heard of the great palace Indra was building and had
come to see it. When the young boy spoke, his voice was rich, deep and soft.
Indra’s hairs stood on their ends as he listened to the traveler.
“It is great that you are
building this splendorous palace,” said the boy. “How long will it take for the
work to be completed?” The boy paused and a gentle smile appeared on his lips
as he added, “No other Indra of the past has completed a more magnificent
palace.”
Indra too smiled at the comment.
How conceited of the little boy to assume he has known the Indras before him
and the palaces they had built! Was the boy mocking at him, ridiculing him? Or
was he just being presumptuous? With the indulgent smile of an elder towards a
child the lord of the gods asked him, making sure his voice remained polite,
“Have you then known other Indras? Seen the palaces they built?”
“Yes,” the boy replied calmly
with no change in his serene voice. “I have seen numerous Indras and
Vishwakarms and the many palaces they built.” There was no mockery in that
steady voice, no boasting. “Vatsa,” said the boy addressing Indra as though the
lord of the gods was no more than a toddler, “I have known your father,
Maharshi Kashyapa, and his father, Maharshi Marichi. And I also know Brahma,
whose son Marichi is, and, Lord of the Gods, I know Vishnu too, from whose
naval lotus Brahma was born.”
“I have known the dissolution
of universes. I have seen it happening again and again, and again and again new
worlds coming into being form the cosmic waters of consciousness without end. I
have seen that state in which all was one. How many times have I seen this
happening? No one can count that.
Universe after universe is born endlessly and every one of them
dissolves into the nothingness from which they come. And right at this moment, King of the Gods,
who can count the number of universes that exist simultaneously, each with its
own Indras and Vishwakarmas. Who can count the grains of sand on the beaches of
world?”
Indra had
grown completely silent listening to what the boy was saying. There was no
doubt the wandering brahmana child was speaking the truth. There was the power
of authenticity to every word he spoke. The bemused smile on the face of Indra
had disappeared long ago. Without blinking his eyes, he was watching the
miraculous being that had appeared before him that morning in the guise of a
young pilgrim and wondering who it was. All arrogance had left him and his head
that he haughtily held high was now bent in humility before the speaker whose
words he was listening to holding his breath. He was about to ask him who he
was when he noticed a procession of ants that had appeared in the royal chamber
where they were seated. Indra saw the procession was almost as wide as the
large hall itself and the ants were slowly moving towards them.
The young
boy’s eyes too were on the ants now, watching them with curiosity and deep
interest. All on a sudden the child burst out laughing – sparkling spontaneous,
mirth filled, wondrous laughter the like of which Indra had never heard before.
As the laughter died out, Indra got up from his seat, stood humbly before his
guest, bowed deeply to him and asked, “Bhagavan, who are you? I have never met
anyone like you and I never knew someone like you existed. Your brilliance
surpasses that of a thousand suns simultaneously rising up, you look like a
child but seem to be more ancient than time itself. Who are you, please tell
me. And also tell me why you laughed at the parade of ants. You terrify me,
though you exude nothing but love.”
“Let me tell
you why I laughed, Lord of the Gods,” said the boy. “When I saw the parade of
the ants I couldn’t control my laughter. But why the sight of the procession of
the ants made me laugh is a secret that cannot be revealed to anyone who is not
ready for it. It is the great secret of secrets, which very few even among great
saints know. The axe of this secret destroys at a single stroke the mighty tree
with its roots above and branches below, the tree that has existed from times
without beginning, the tree that the wise speak of as eternal.”
The boy had
become silent after he spoke these words, so silent as though he had never
spoken at all. Indra fell at his feet and begged him to reveal the secret to
him and the little boy knew that the lord of the gods is ready for the highest
knowledge, the highest secret.
And in a long
discourse the little boy who was none other than Vishnu himself told him the
secret of karma which controls us from lifetime to lifetime, the result of our
karmas which cannot be escaped even in a million lifetimes, and also how to
free ourselves from the bondage of karma and become liberated. The little boy
told him how every time we perform an action with the sense of I, we create a
karma and these karmas accumulated become life scripts for future births and
bind us. He also told Indra in great detail how to act without the I-sense, how
to be the non-doer even when doing all kinds of actions. He taught Indra the
secret of become asanga, unattached, to not only the results of one’s actions
but also to the actions themselves. He taught Indra how to perform actions for
the good of the world, as he had done when he had slain the snake monster
Vritra and dedicate the results to the Divine.
The boy
explained to Indra that each ant in the parade was once an Indra like him, from
which Indra got visible proof, pratyaksha, that there had been endless number
of Indras before him. As Indras, the boy
told him, prompted by their ego and arrogance, each one of them had asked the
same question: Who in the universe is equal to me? This asuri sampada had led
them to lower births and in their lower births too they had continued with
asuri sampada until each of them had ended up an ant after countless lifetimes.
A little
later an old wandering ascetic appeared on the scene wearing a deerskin as his
loincloth, his hair matted, and taught Indra the same wisdom in different
words. When the teaching was over and the ascetic disappeared on the spot, it became
clear that he was none other than Lord Shiva. Following Shiva, the little boy
too disappeared, revealing to Indra that he was none other than Lord Vishnu.
Indra now
moved to the other extreme, like a pendulum, losing all interest in life,
denying himself all joys, saying no to his wife, to all pleasures, to his
responsibilities, saying no to life itself. A horrified Indrani, his queen,
rushed to Brihaspati, the guru of the gods, who came and taught Indra how to
balance between the extremes, how to remain in the world doing all that is
expected of him, including his commitment to his wife and son and others, and
yet remain free from karmas that bind us.
And yes, of
course, he let Vishwakarma complete the palace without more micromanaging and
constant squabbling. One other thing came to an end: he no more asked kon’yosti
sadrisho mayaa, “Who on earth is my equal?” Every time the thought came to him,
he remembered the parade of ants.
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One question
that arises here is if a man with asuri qualities can become Indra, a position
that according to Pauranic Indian tradition goes to the one who has done the
highest number of powerful religious rites and asceticism. Well, as I said
earlier, please keep in mind we are not discussing here the Vedic Indra, symbol
of the enlightened mind, but the Pauranic Indra, who stands for the ordinary
mind, sem. The ordinary mind can feel haughtiness, arrogance and pride in its
achievements – success can go to the head of a man with such a mind. He can be
proud of the rites themselves, of his asceticism, as it happened with Jajali. Second,
though the Gita says we are all born either predominantly asuri or
predominantly daivi, our qualities are subject to change from moment from
moment. A man who is wicked now can become good later and vice verse.
The Saptashloki Durga says: jnaaninaam api chetaamsi devee
bhagavatee his saa balaad aakrshya mohaaya mahaamayaa prayacchati. Even the
minds of enlightened men, she, the Goddess, the Mahamaya, draws by force and
leads to delusion.
It is like
moss on the surface of water, says the wisdom tradition of India. You clear it
with your hands to drink the water and a moment later, it is back again,
covering the surface. So you have to be constantly on the alert. The famous
story of the great yogi Matsyendranath tells us of how he became infatuated
with the queen of Sri Lanka long after his enlightenment and his disciple
Gorakhnath had to go to him and awaken him by saying those words that have
since become legendary: Jaag macchandar gorakh aayaa – Wake up, Matsyendra,
Gorakh has come.
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