‘there’s a divinity that shapes our ends,
rough - hew them how we will’
- Hamlet to Horatio, (Hamlet, Act V,
Scene II)
I do
not mean to displace the fact that when it comes to the topic of fate and
destiny, we all have our own things to believe and say. And those things are
based on our own experiences in life. I however intend to only share my beliefs
regarding matters of fate and destiny and how inextricably they have always
been knotted in my life. I will vehemently oppose being called regressive or backward
because of my belief in fate. My endorsement of fate may not be seen as
advocacy for superstition. The two are mutually exclusive though often
perceived to be one and same. Superstition involves expectation of a definite
result in a certain situations again and again time after time, fate alters and
varies and remains unpredictable; while the former breeds fear the latter
inspires awe and humility.
When Dr. S. Radhakrishnan, the then President of India was a
Professor, years before he became President, Cheiro had predicted upon looking
at his palm lines that he would become head of state but would lose his mind
towards his end. Ridiculed and laughed off as a family joke, the prophecy came
true one by one. Many of us, I’m sure, have had a chance to experience the
unpredictable actually occurring by stroke of destiny. I will share a more
personal experience. My cousin often whiles away his precious time with a gang
of his mates, not much differently than adolescents of his age. He and his pals
often travel to Puri from Bhubaneswar to indulge. There is this ritual, when
every time he starts out, my aunt denies. He never listens to her and goes
anyway, which I believe is because of the tacit support he enjoys from his
father, my uncle, who loves him dearly and never prohibits him from relishing
life. In one similar occasion my uncle got involved and was startlingly adamant
in his denial to let him go with his friends that afternoon. My cousin cried,
pleaded and even got argumentative, but uncle was rigid. It was an unusual
scenario. He is usually soft on him, but that day he was someone else. I
watched his demeanor change as if he was possessed. Like some force was
dictating his rigidity. Later that evening we got informed of the car crash in
which my brother’s friends travelled to Puri, one in which he was supposed to
travel. All of them landed in hospital with broken bones and shattered limbs.
What could explain my uncle’s stubbornness? A calm man, accommodative,
generous, supportive of his son’s ways, suddenly turns totally inflexible. That
was what saved my cousin. Providence, to me, was at work that afternoon, to
save my brother. I never asked my uncle what made him stop my cousin. I wonder
what would be his answer. But I wouldn’t be surprised if he simply says “I
don’t know”. It’s natural to not know the ways of fate and the modus in which
it works its tricks.
To me my inner voice has always been my companion since dawn of
reason in me. I have always felt it emanate from the depths of my will and guide
me in my course. By its very nature, it neither pays heed to exterior
influences nor to counter - logic. It is servile to a certain strong ethereal
purpose unbending even in face of overwhelming rationale and argument. I have
often encountered disagreement of peers against my perception of fate and its
role in our lives. The ordinary opposition is phrased mostly as “that’s
pure superstition” and the not so ordinary as “what science can’t
explain does not exist”. Well, I never claim that we are capable of knowing
all what exists. Things exist beyond our knowing. Under our eyes, immune to our
senses, invisible to our sight. Yet felt in the most utterly prominent fashion
in moments when it matters, just like that afternoon, how my uncle must have
felt when he turned aggressive and unorthodox. Instead of rejecting things that
cannot be explained I have always humbly surrendered to their awe. Their
inexplicability does not make them cheap rather they become forces worth
reckoning.
In all the wholesome determining of life and its course, there is
already a plan, to which one has no choice but to fit. As defeated as this may
sound to zealous go getters, its infallibility yet remains to be challenged. I
do not say that men are born bereft of independence or that free will is a
myth. We do own our wills. But there is only an extent to which we can actually
exercise it. Admitting my lack of competence to eloquently explain my idea,
I’ll borrow Pandit Nehru’s words. He was once asked by Norman Cousins, the
doyen of American journalists and a reputed writer, “How do you reconcile free
will and destiny ?” Pandit ji answered “Both have a place in our life.
The best analog one can think of is to compare life with a game of bridge. The
cards dealt to you are out of your control, but the way you play your hand is
your free will. Given a good hand, you can still mess up the game and vice
versa”. There could not be a more perfect elucidation of the
interaction between man’s will and his fate. So are the words of Hamlet quoted above. Shakespeare tells us through Hamlet how
God has a plan for us as much as we might criticize it, protest against it, or
try to dodge it. I personally interpret this line as one giving me comfort in
times of great stress or pain.
For, I have, in my short life so far, realized with firm
conclusion that what I want I may not achieve and what I have achieved may not
be what I may have actually wanted. I have in unusual number of instances,
ended up wanting things which are beyond my scope of achievement. I have
endured agonizing pain trying to escape my desire and craving for things I
cannot get. And yet the moment I have given up wanting them, providence offered
most of those to me. Sometimes I wonder if my not wanting things which I really
desire would get me those. I had given up on the idea of love, for example, owing
to my experiences during my younger days. Now when I have actually found that
one woman, my soulmate, when I feel earth and heaven move, when I feel being
held by her like gravity, I realize that it is perhaps too late. I am now in
another era, in another dimension beyond her, beyond myself, stripped of my
free will to pursue her affections, without risking anguish for others. Without
her I’m certain to live my life with a gigantic vacuum in it, a place which
will remain reserved for her never to be filled, never to be occupied, like I
know I’ll die with regret of not having spent my life with her, the one I truly
love. The point I am trying to make is that, when all I ever cared and sought
was true love and bonding, I got dejected to the point of giving up. I had then
exercised my free will to try and get love but it was my fate not to ever get
it. As it was my fate to give in to circumstances and reconcile to the
assumption that I am perhaps destined to live with a girl my family chooses. When
fate decided to grant me bliss of love, I had already packed my bag and
travelled far ahead. I thought I had convinced myself that love is a bygone
reality, an unlivable dream. I had to find whatever of it I could find in the
life I lived now. And it’s ok if it does not turn out to be what I had read in
books and dreamt of living. I believed I had successfully persuaded myself to
accept that I must only be devoted to lives that are tied with mine. But so immovable is destiny's hand that no
matter what one does, the tricks he employs to evade his fate, he often ends up
running into it on the path he takes to avoid it.
It's inescapable. I now find myself fated to choose between my
dream and my reality.
Believing or not
is entirely upto the person who is supposed to experience the influence of
fate. He may choose not to. But sooner than later, he is bound to grant a
thought in favour of its existence. Perhaps what I have shared has been
suitably put in words by Dr. Johnson in The Oxford Book of The
Supernatural. He writes “all argument is against it, but all belief is for it.”
Kudos to the way you draw a clear line of demarcation between fate and superstition. I guess the concept is so abstruse that we often fail to correctly comprehend its intricacies. Nicely written. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Tushar for your generous words. Glad you like what I have to say.
DeleteFirst, you don't lack competence in eloquence though the example certainly made your views lucid. Second, its a great post.Third, concluding lines said it all.
ReplyDeleteThanks Kokila for your kind words
DeleteFourth,I agree with you for me too,it helped in times of despair and hopelessness... I will not say that it gave me strength to hit back but it definitely let the phase to pass ....
ReplyDeleteThank You Kokila, for your continued support for my expressions. I m delighted that you could relate to what I have said.
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Excellent man :)
ReplyDeleteThat is all I could say..
The way you express is something beyond amazing :)
The conclusion part indeed said it all , Keep blogging :) Take care :)
Palak,
DeleteIt's very kind of you to leave such a inspiring remark for an ordinary writer like me. I have only tried to share truthfully what I feel.
Thank you very much
There is no debate against Fate. There is no excuse not to accept it. Whatever you choose to do, do not resist it. Even if things are coming late in hand, take it as Gift of God. Remember things happen when you are ripe for it. It takes light years to understand this simple fact. Like the way you have elaborated on the topic
ReplyDeleteBeautifully reiterated. I m glad you visited and shared your idea. Thank you so much.
Deletei have no words to praise... this post is an "epitome"...
ReplyDeletei am your fan now... will be a regular visitor of your blog...
regards,
Ashish kumar
Ashish,
DeleteIts appreciation and generosity like yours that make ordinary writers like me want to write more and better.
Thank you Ashish. I am honoured by your words
Brother, that's an enlightening way of writing down what you think. I am totally in favour of you.
ReplyDeleteThank You Janak.
DeleteVery nice article. I agree with you that we have no control over cards we are dealt with, but we can control our game. Lord Krishna also said in Gita, we can only influence how we work but not the outcome. I am not sure if a successful outcome is always proportional to labor put in. Many a time one becomes successful in the eyes of society by virtue of being at the right place at the right time. We call it destiny. If we are satisfied that we had put in our best, we may not be successful always, we can certainly be happy, peaceful and confident. However, most of us put success ahead of peace.
ReplyDeleteAbhijit ji, as always a very illuminating description of things. And the last two lines said a great truth of life.
DeleteThank you for dropping by and adding meaning to this discussion
You surely are gifted. What a way to articulate even the most abstract of topics !!! Just fabulous !!!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Siddharth. You are always very kind to my works.
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