Sunday 28 April 2013

TRYST WITH THE VANISHING SENSES




In today’s world, anything that we wish to be acquainted with, is available at the click of a button. Especially if we are searching for knowledge….With just a few clicks of the mouse or touches on the screen, or by typing on the keypad of a cell phone, we can have information about anything. So, we are getting to know everything without experiencing the subject. This tendency has led to the genesis of a virtual generation that lacks senses. Nevertheless, being human, we definitely experience sensations like sight, touch, hearing and taste, without our grey matter processing the object of those sensations. Most of us don’t have the time to feel our experiences. And the fifth sense – ‘smell’ has become confined to the aroma of food, perfume and a few unpleasant experiences only. We have given our soul to all sorts of gadgets, from TV, laptop to cell phones or video games, so much that there is hardly any time left for our brain to process basic human feelings. Our senses are highly ignored in these times of high tech communications. That is killing the world we know.
Does it mean that we have changed to such an extent that we have perceived the truth in a different way? Don’t we need to be acquainted with the world the way we used to know? Google anything: you have the information you want. Then save it in your laptop or phone till you need it. Let gadgets feel it for you, what is the need of something that is real like a book, or touch or eye contact?  
 A few years ago, I had paid a visit to a village in Maharashtra and the aura of that village changed my perception.

The name of this small village is Sevagram, situated near Wardha, a small town in Maharashtra. People knew this village as Shegaon till a hundred years ago. Life here was still, nothing happened, except the activities of daily living, reminiscent of village life of a bygone era.
Where morning turned into evening and evening into night seamlessly without incident, without novelty…..day in and day out
Harsh winter, Sprightly Spring, Scorching Summer, followed by Contemplative Autumn, the cycle repeating with time.
This routine humdrum was halted by the arrival of a Guest one fine morning in early April 1936. The Guest was one of the most important persons of the country, who believed that the heart of India lies in its villages. He called the villagers and sought their permission to settle down there along with his wife only for company. He was 67 years old at that time. In those days, the village was surrounded by forest on all sides. There was only one footpath or cart track to Wardha. No post-office or telegraph office existed. And there was utter confusion while receiving the letters from the post office situated in Wardha. So, it was decided in 1940 to name this village as SEVAGRAM or the “village of service.” However, slowly the pressure of work on this person necessitated his asking for permission to accommodate more co-workers in the village, till Sevagram Ashram also became a full-fledged institution.
And in no time, this sleepy little hamlet became the centre of India’s freedom movement. Independence was achieved in 1947, and that man was assassinated the following year.
But, his philosophy inspires everyone even today and Sevagram continues to function with that mindset. The village became home to the first rural medical college in India, the Mahatma Gandhi Institute of Medical Sciences.
What is inspiring about this village is that it has a medical College, an Engineering College, all the aspects of (so called) modern technology, but it is still maintaining its ethos as a small Indian Village…
….Where you can feel your senses without any hindrance.
And what is more important is that you can smell the place almost as it was about five decades ago.
While walking through Bapu Kuti, I could smell the aroma in the atmosphere.
The dust, the air and the stillness in the atmosphere convinced me that I could feel the man Named Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi, who lived here all those years ago.
Then I looked at one of his quotes engraved, “Not mad rush, but undisturbed calmness brings wisdom.”