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 The Meaning of India: A Review



The West sees the world in black and white, whereas India has many colours and shades, making it difficult for outsiders to truly ‘see’ India. Raja Rao’s collection of essays, ‘The Meaning of India,’ explains and explores India beyond the ‘good and evil’ concept of the West.

The Introduction gives an unknown insight into the life and thoughts of Raja Rao, but seems a bit lengthy wherein it fails to hold the reader’s interest till the end.

Essays on Nehru and Mahatma Gandhi give an interesting, parallel view of India’s history under the British rule. Though sometimes the reader feels slightly disappointed at the author’s climbing of the mountain of adulation, albeit hesitant, towards Nehru and his ‘extraordinary’ qualities, in some places Raja Rao subtly disagrees with Nehru’s worldly viewpoint that seems to reject the traditions and history deeply entwined with Vedic and Buddhist philosophy. The author also explains why Gandhi failed in becoming a proper guru to Nehru, in turn failing to prevent partition, the ensuing massacre.

‘One walks on the edge of history with care, lest a gesture, a word, indeed and uneven breath may mean heresy of spirit. The compassion of India flowed into our silence, and for a moment the earth seemed reassured of itself,’ he says. The book is engaging to Indophiles not just because of introduction to unknown facets of our history, but also because Raja Rao engages us in a thought-provoking comparison between European and Indian philosophical viewpoints. A lover of Buddhist philosophy, his essays advocate both Bodhisattva’s and Hindu advocacy of silence and sacrifice as ultimate.

For a reader who is totally unfamiliar with French philosophy, suddenly plunging into the midst of their works is unsettling. Raja Rao’s book seems alluring yet strange for today’s reader as we seek its relevance in today’s India which is no longer metaphysical in its psyche. No matter how much pride we take in our history, we are no longer the same – thoughtful and inquisitive as Krishna wanted us to be, compassionate as Buddha wanted us to be. Knowledge or ‘Jnana’ may be the ‘I’ and that maybe the ‘meaning of India’ according to Raja Rao, but in today’s India there do not seem to be many seekers of that knowledge. However, as Raja Rao says, ultimately ‘everyone has his own India.’

Raja Rao’s essays are to be read again and again as we Indians easily identify with his philosophy because it’s a natural part of our life.

 

 

 

 

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