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Book Review
Book Review
Narcissus and Goldmund
Herman Hesse
“We thinkers try to come closer to God by pulling the mask of the world away from His face. You (artists) come closer to Him by loving His creations and re-creating it. Both are human endeavours and necessarily imperfect, but art is more innocent”. A magnificent idea is developed and explored in this classic novel by Herman Hesse. The author, through the contrasting characters of his two protagonists, propounds his philosophy that there are two ways of reaching the goal of realization. One is the path of the philosopher, who discovers the truth by cutting himself off from the world, and realizing through intellectual reasoning. The other is the path of the artist, who lives and breathes the world, and his experiences with joy, love, sorrow and suffering teach him the truth, albeit in a completely different way. This is the essence of this endearing and thought-provoking novel.
It is important to realize that the two protagonists of the novel are not so much ‘real people’ as they are abstract characterizations of two ‘kinds’ of people.
Narcissus is an ascetic monk, a rigorous intellectual, who remains in the monastery to become an abbot; the epitome of the masculine, analytical mind. Narcissus is a man in complete control of his emotions, not given to bursts of anger or anguish easily. He is looked upon as arrogant and supercilious. And yet, he has many admirers, who respect him for his command over Greek, his charming persona and his intellectual capabilities. Abbot Daniel, the head of the monastery remarks that Narcissus had “admirers, but no friends”. Narcissus also has a gift for understanding people- what motivates them, their character and their destiny, and studying people is an intense fascination for him. This inquisitiveness is also probably what fuels the curious friendship that springs up between the two seemingly opposite people.
Goldmund is diametrically opposed to Narcissus. He is a romantic, dreamy, flaxen-haired boy, with the soul of a child. He is lyrical, searches for beauty in everything, is enraptured by women and lives every experience with an intensity that often leaves him drained. He leaves the monastery in order to experience the world and find his true nature. According to
Narcissus and Goldmund share a unique relationship throughout the book. The relationship initially begins as a teacher-student (probably indicative of how the intellectual always seems to hold a superior position as compared to an artiste). Goldmund looks up to Narcissus and admires his many fine qualities. In fact the relationship is based on mutual admiration and wonder. Each knows that he can never be like the other, and probably, each finally realizes that the other’s way is equally right as his own. As the years progress, Goldmund comes into his own, and during their second tryst, they become more of equals. Towards the end, one feels that Narcissus even starts to acknowledge the superiority of Goldmund’s way, and that is why he brings him back to his monastery. There is a subtle power struggle between these two opposing schools of thought that runs throughout the book, and again this is probably
The idea is superb, no doubt, but
Finally, one begins to feel that it is neither Narcissus, nor Goldmund who make the book beautiful, but rather their relationship. Similarly, in life too, intellectualism and creativity are most beautiful when they complement each other. What is the point of understanding the geometry of a snowflake without appreciating the beauty of its form? It is similarly meaningless to ponder the stars without knowing what they are. Great are those who can see both the mind and the soul in everything around them, and their journey will be all the richer for it.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Interview et al
Friday, November 6, 2009
Profoundly sad
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Monday, October 26, 2009
Music Chit Chat 1
Friday, October 16, 2009
TED Fellowship
Friday, October 9, 2009
Monday, September 14, 2009
Sunday, September 6, 2009
My battle with addiction
The Mahabharata is one such great piece of art where each one of us can find something to identify with. Recently, I worked with a dancer - Chitra Chandrashekar- in presenting the story of Kunti, at a dance festival in Chennai.
The character of Kunti itself is very powerful, with layers and layers beneath the surface. But, by and large, it is the story of a mother, of sacrifice, of being a pawn in the hands of fate. Nothing much there for me to really relate to....
However, in the very end, after the Kurukshetra war, right there on the battlefield, Kunti decides to renounce all material ties - her family, her beloved sons- and live in the forest for the rest of her days. The text was ' Sneha Paasham imam Chhindhi' (rid me of bonds of attachment). Chitra depicted this in a beautiful way - she removed her dancing anklets (bells) on stage and walked off.
I didnt think much of it at the moment, but a few days ago, the memory of this scene came back, and I felt a stirring deep inside. I suddenly realised that for most artists, their art is an addiction, just like drugs, alchohol or smoking. I am into music because I am addicted to the thrill of performing, of applause, of hearing my voice. Till then, I had always been of the opinion that my choice of staying with music and 'not giving in to corporate greed', was a sacrifice. Suddenly I realised it wasn't- in fact, the opposite. For me to be able to say 'Hah! I really dont care about singing' would be the biggest sacrifice. At that moment, I would be in control of the music, rather than music controlling me.
But can I? That calls for a lot of courage. To imagine a life where being a musician does not define me....that's scary! So the next morning, I re read the section in my website called 'My story', where I talk of choices. But maybe it was not a choice I made after all....maybe it was just my inability to break free of the addiction.
Do they have rehab for artists, anybody?
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Tirtha Yatra
This time, I have decided to go more 'mainstream' as it were. 'Tirtha Yatra' will be in my usual sing-walk-talk style, and will be a journey through the different pilgrimage centres in India and the devotional music associated with each. Still need to do lots of research and make sure each form sounds authentic. Each time I do a new production, be it Mira or OJS, it has been like giving birth to a child (how would I know?) - exhausting, emotional, exhilrating and draining. This one will be no different.
And the journey begins!
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Rejection
And these feelings will be your constant companions if you are in the art / entertainment field. The worst part is that almost all the time, you will come to know of your rejection from a third party- either the one who replaced you, or an innocent bystander. Those who reject you seldom have the guts to say to your face “Sorry, we picked someone else”.
You will go for recordings to other ends of town at weird hours, sing two lines, and be told, “Recording is postponed as studio is booked now, we will let you know the next available date.” Now don’t be naïve and keep practicing the song hoping they will call you- they won’t. Silence also means rejection. When people don’t call you, or pick your calls- they are not busy, they are just avoiding having to tell you the truth. And when that happens, don’t ask “Why? What did I do wrong?” There is seldom an answer.
One way to handle it is to be thick-skinned and say “Hey, they are the big losers. I was a great catch, and they lost me”. The other way is the revenge reaction “Just you wait- one day I’ll be famous and successful, and you will come crawling to my door, and I won’t give you the time of day. Hah!” The other, painful way, is to look inward and admit you weren’t good enough.
But hey, atleast you tried- if you don’t even try, there’s no risk of rejection, but no chance at glory….
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