Guest guest Posted May 7, 2002 Report Share Posted May 7, 2002 Does divinity have a sense of humour? Does God laugh? The story is told about Rabindranath Tagore that when a Japanese admirer asked him this question, Tagore laughed heartily. And then fell silent. His questioner looked at him enquiringly. Again Tagore laughed, smoothed his beard and said nothing. The inquirer did not persist with his query but when his wife asked him if he had got an answer, he said: "Yes, God laughs! The laughter of what the Indians call ananda. Not loud, not too soft; for want of a better word you could call it silence. Maybe the poet was just amused by my question, but the depth of heart from which he laughed, and in the following silence, I got my answer." "You know," Tagore picked up the subject with him some days later, "God laughs in Japanese. Perhaps that is why so few here understand Him. And for the Japanese He laughs in Bengali. Then the Japanese don't understand Him. In Germany he laughs in Tamil, and for the Tamils He laughs in Russian. It doesn't make any sense to the Russians when He insistently laughs in Swahili for them. Some of us have heard Him laugh in silence but when the poet sings of that silence, I know many, many people learned in the sciences who think that that is rubbish: `How can you articulate anything in silence?' In England He laughs in English and they don't understand him either! Does God have a sense of humour?" When this story was recounted to a Bengali fan of Tagore, she asked very sanely, if one wasn't mixing up Tagore with something that William Butler Yeats had said or in some part, Ezra Pound. Or maybe even George Bernard Shaw. Especially the thing about England and the English. She only helped in enlarging the canvas and it became convenient to add Keshavdas: "Keshava kah na jaya ka kahiye! Dekhat chhavi rachana vichitra Hari, samajhau manahiman rahiye!" (no telling it, Keshava, why tell? Look at the amazing picture of God's creation and keep to yourself what you make of it!") When you get to the still point of the turning world, as T.S. Eliot put it, movement, words, numbers, forms don't matter. You speak endearingly of zero, formlessness, stillness, silence. At a hundred, we're all the same, as Shaw's Marchbanks tells Candida. Unless, like the Queen Mother, you get to 101. In which case you're dying to be silent, stilled; and you can scarcely wait, scarcely have to. There is much mirth in meditating on whether or not Divinity laughs, how God laughs, when, where; in Tagore and out of Tagore. But first a word about where in Tagore, God's laughter has become extinct (source Hindustan Times -city edition) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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