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Tuesday, February 14, 2006

Voltaire's Story of a Good Brahmin

This story ,that I came across in as I was trying to locate some of the writings of Voltaire, is something that has had a great impression on my mind or so I believe (with a fond hope that when I say so - I am not ignorant of my state of current understanding about what my impressions are and how they influence me to act). The story is interesting.

One of the commonest criticisms of philosophy is that it doesn't bear fruit -- that despite years of speculating and reasoning, philosophers have very little to show for themselves. Science can of course make headway on a myriad of fronts, leaving footprints toward any number of desired destinations, but not so for philosophy. Some even believe it the better part of wisdom not to probe too deeply into the nature of things. "To question everything is the beginning of wisdom, until one questions the wisdom of questioning everything," a professor of mine once said to me. There's the example of those who live their life in the usual pragmatic way, undisturbed by rumination, who are "happy" by every outward appearance. No one obviously needs philosophy to do well in life -- to fall in love or to succeed in business or to derive pleasure from leisurely activities.

Voltaire's "Story of the Good Brahmin" is an eloquent defense of the lowly philosopher. On the one hand, the Brahmin is upset that so much time pondering the big questions has left him nowhere; but on the other hand, he wouldn't trade places with his happy but unknowing neighbor. Here's a condensed version of the story, lifted from Durant's Story of Philosophy:

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"I wish I had never been born!" the Brahmin remarked.

"Why so?" said I.

"Because," he replied, "I have been studying these forty years, and I find that it has been so much time lost...I believe that I am composed of matter, but I have never been able to satisfy myself what it is that produces thought. I am even ignorant whether my understanding is a simple faculty like that of walking or digesting, or if I think with my head in the same manner as I take hold of a thing with my hands...I talk a great deal, and when I have done speaking I remain confounded and ashamed of what I have said."

The same day I had a conversation with an old woman, his neighbor. I asked her if she had ever been unhappy for not understanding how her soul was made? She did not even comprehend my question. She had not, for the briefest moment in her life, had a thought about these subjects with which the good Brahmin had so tormented himself. She believed in the bottom of her heart in the metamorphoses of Vishnu, and provided she could get some of the sacred water of the Ganges in which to make her ablutions, she thought herself the happiest of women. Struck with the happiness of this poor creature, I returned to my philosopher, whom I thus addressed:

"Are you not ashamed to be thus miserable when, not fifty yards from you, there is an old automaton who thinks of nothing and lives contented?"

"You are right," he replied. "I have said to myself a thousand times that I should be happy if I were but as ignorant as my old neighbor; and yet it is a happiness which I do not desire."

This reply of the Brahmin made a greater impression on me than anything that had passed.


Blogger mythalez said...

the question is the same as whether u shud take the blue pill or the red pill (ref Matrix)

Tuesday, February 14, 2006 9:09:00 PM  
Blogger agastyabhrata said...

You made a choice to loook at it that way.

I am not sure if Matrix meant what it's meant here. Though the spirit is similar.

Wednesday, February 15, 2006 1:57:00 AM  
Blogger Sagar Rastogi said...

Ignorance is bliss :)

Saturday, February 18, 2006 10:56:00 PM  
Anonymous Sowmya said...

Good article. keep writing.

Friday, August 25, 2006 1:22:00 PM  
Blogger dhiru said...

I am influenced by this. Good piece, but why did I come to your blog? I was searching for "Anantagiri".

Wednesday, November 08, 2006 3:17:00 AM  

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