You must ask honest simple questions in your chosen field. (Your choice of profession could be anything, even random, it does not matter ). You must read, struggle, try to ask people. Every book, even a bad one, every person will give you something , you don’t stop, you question further, you search and slowly, I promise you , YOU , your brain will begin to understand , to see patterns, links, principles. You will naturally now be excited. Your field will become precious to you. You will feel powerful. You go on and then –LIGHT! You will get the secrets, the foundations, the principles. You will not know all the details but now you will know the path of your learning, You will know that you can know all the details because the field basically and in essentials is now clear to you.
You will discover the handful of people, first handed professionals in your field, the masters and leaders in your field. You will talk to them, read them, observe them. Yu will suddenly realize you are at a height and there is nobody else. You have become a leader and you will see above all hundreds of possibilities. You will works ceaselessly and every day you will confirm and learn further. You will become better and better! Yes, you will laugh and you will also feel terribly lonely because you will be alone with such a wonderful and precious possession – your knowledge!
STEPS OF THE LEARNING PROCESS
So, when you begin learning in your chosen field, remember the following STEPS AND POINTS .
You will have to struggle for some time . This means that you will have to read several books and meet several people in you field. Unfortunately the world yet doesn’t have the book for each field where everything is laid out . Knowledge – as a rule –is in the minds of a few great masters and professionals in each field .
A ‘bad ‘or “ an average’ book will also help you if you read it critically that is carefully . You will get basic information from which you can begin to ask the right questions.
Asking questions is very important. Learning is a process of convincing yourself. If you don’t ask questions, how will you be convinced? How will you reach the end of the process of understanding? Do not accept too easily. You must go on until you really understand, really get it .
You may accept but only for some time. Then you must ask
How is this true?
Why is this true?
What is the evidence?
Who said it, when and in what context?
(iv) is a good question. It will take you to the history of your field. The historical development is a step by step improvement with new ideas emerging. It can be very illuminating.
Asking questions lead to answers and to further questions and to answers and to still further questions. Knowledge is not isolated but a ‘whole’, that is, knowledge is a linked, interconnected pattern and picture of many things .Real life is not made up of compartments.
The above process honestly carried out with sufficient amount of reading and talking to people is enough. You will get the light – the basics, the principles, the foundations in your field.
From here you are more free. You can think on your own, try out, experiment. At this stage you will be able to come to new conclusions, new ways of looking at your field and a VISION will soon form in your mind .
What is that vision, purpose that comes after learning? How do we implement that vision and have a huge impact on the world?
True learning naturally leads to a lifelong work that is vision. This will be explored in the next chapter.
You see now, dear reader, to know that one doesn’t know is also a great thing because in that act your brain centers are receptive . When you are saying truthfully – “I do not know “, you are actually saying ‘ I want to know ‘, ‘ I will know ‘ and then the whole earth is yours to see, to know, to discover, to play with, experiment with as you please. This is the secret of learning, this is what happened and happens to great visionaries whether they are scientists, inventors artists, politicians, philosophers, cricketers, mothers whatever.
To be real and true is to see and use your brain but then really use it as a tool to know and discover NOT use it to memorize and recall and get marks. Yes! You are not a computer but a human being and now you will accept it if I say that the greatest fallacy, the greatest myth is that some are intelligent and others dull. To be born as a human being is to possess the power to look, see, know, feel, think, discover. If you didn’t have that power, you would not be all !
It is only this that explains a Newton , an Aristotle , a Socrates, a Buddha, a Kalpana Chawla…..
Whatever they saw, they saw and then they were not the same!
Have you observed their psychology? They are childlike, humble, as if they were noting! They did astounding things but to them it was simple and it really was because it was real and true, and their brains were on and they were not blind.
You see, blindness is not just of the eyes, it also pertains to the 99% of people who do not know and do not see even one thing with their own eyes, minds & hearts!
This too is a wonder!
This explains all problems of the world, doesn’t it?
There is no problem on earth but this and it is not a problem as such; it is plain, impotent, worthless ignorance, a plain nothingness and hence terrible suffering.
Not to know, not to have discovered the process and power of true learning is the most pitiable thing. True learning is simple, natural like breathing. At least it should become like that.
Now you might ask me –then what is it that the majority are doing? Don’t they know anything?
They “know “things but for me to explain that, I must bring In the concept called ‘compartmentalized learning’.
You can know physics but not biology (or the reverse) as it happen in the school. This is pretty common. People say “I am good at singing but not painting”, “My son Is good at Maths but poor in physics”.
In work a man says –“I know CAD”, ‘I know C++ “,” I know how to design buildings “and so on. They are even paid for it. A professor says – “My specialty is economics. I know everything about it “And he does, in a manner of speaking.
If you “ know “ physics but not Maths, it means you know physics in a somewhat detached, abstract way and in a disconnected way . You know for example mechanics, heat, light ,etc., separately. You know the formulas and you have accepted the explanation but, you see, such a person has not linked those facts with the whole world, to reality.
He has learnt “heat” but he doesn’t see the “heat“ in things Heat is the phenomenon of energy of atoms inside a body Everything is made up of atoms. You feel it too. If you are sincere and honest, it will stagger your imagination. You will read and get more facts (even from bad books and bad teachers), you will ask further question and think and think and ask and answers will again be got –Dalton’s postulates, discovery of electrons and protons ,Rutherford’s experiments, Bohr’s model etc.
Slowly a picture , almost a story , reality will emerge , the links will starts forming …it will take you slowly to the periodic table , to chemistry, to biology ,to geography ,to applications, to the industrial revolution, to politics etc.
You see a series of questions lead to a greater understanding of the world. One question naturally leads to another and then to another and ultimately you are forced to understand the whole world! This is not a fantasy and we are not talking about details. You will get a basic understanding of the whole world. There are many who have this kind of holistic understanding.
But think! If a person knows only a narrow compartment he has not asked how that particular information has come. He doesn’t know the roots of his knowledge so his knowledge hangs in air and only used as procedures in a narrow domain. To know how to design buildings using ready made formulas is not true knowledge. It is a procedure and you will now understand that such a person cannot go out of a procedure. He can do only that and cannot think beyond that. Of course the procedure is important in practical life but it is delimited and confined and cannot claim to be a deep, wide, powerful knowledge.
So now you understand, most people only know procedures and hence cannot be leaders, that is, cannot hold a wide vision and do wonders. Remember also that a wide knowledge created by somebody leads to procedures ultimately, not the other way round. Somebody has to discover true knowledge so that the majority can then on earn a living through acquiring compartmentalized knowledge.
So now I can answer the question –how to learn? We will see that in the next section.
First, one must love oneself, i.e. one must value one’s life. We all start our lifelike that. When young nobody says I want to give up life, I don’t want a great life. I want to be loser.
Your self-esteem must be brought back. I will tell you a secret of life, an open secret which people don’t usually tell you. It is a simple secret.
You are the most important person in your life! This is a selfish attitude. But notice that it is a basic truth. Your life is important and precious, that means you are important and precious,. You are a value to yourself and hence to others and to the whole world. But then what is you? “You” means your true, honest self not some image of what others think or say about you. “You” means your real, actual self – your thoughts, your feelings.
Can you start with that –become naked, strip yourself of all pretence and look at yourself?
No, you don’t have to tell anybody anything. In fact in this context, others don’t count. We are not speaking of them now but you.
Start from your life, your real self and do not be apologetic, self-critical, or anything.
Just remember that your life is precious and life means to live (nothing else) and that you have to make that life.
When you honestly be with yourself and not be tempted by the world’s false and worthless beliefs , you start liking yourself and you start wondering truly what to do with your life
Simple questions would come to you. What is life? What is a career? What do I want?
You will get the answers too. I want a great adventurous, exciting life. How? How to get it?
You will decide one thing naturally. It would be anything and for any reason. It could be even a random reason. But you will commit to a field – one field.
I will learn and struggle and know and do something important in my field- you will slowly commit. With that decision made you are free, peaceful and happy. You will suddenly realize - I have 30,40,50,60, years. You will realize, yes, I can make a true, great life.
In that natural decision you will start learning, struggling to know, discover, understand your field. Learning is the core of life. Life means to know, to discover, to learn, to apply learning. It is through that that our love grows without limit. Learning, true learning is laughter. It is the human being unleashing his weapon, his reason, his intellect on to the world. The fire of learning burns forever and impacts on the world like nothing else. It leads to creation of values and that is the profound joy.
What is involved in learning? That is what we will explore in the next chapter.
There are two kinds of ambition. In both types, the individual pursuing the ambition wants to ‘come up’ in life. Both kinds of ambition require energy and hard work. Yet there is a profound difference between the two.
One kind of ambition is to get a name and respect in the minds of others, in society primarily.
The second kind of ambition is to enjoy exploring a field and deriving great joy by creative work in the field.
The first comes from fear that leads to losing one’s courage deep within and then on doing only what society expects us to do and spending a life time in satisfying that expectation. Since the desire is not based on what the person wants, truly wants, he does not derive a satisfaction or happiness finally but feels as if he missed life somewhere. This happens, not in youth but in midlife and usually many people go through this so called mid life crisis.
But if all lived only a life of compromise and do only average work that is only a routine kind of work, would society survive? If all become mediocre, society will crash, in fact, in one day. This means there are a few , there must be a few who do all the work & create the work for others .
Yes, such people have always existed in history. It is these people who carry the world forward. It is these people who gave us this magnificent world – scientifically and socially. It is these people who have the vision to see what is possible and achieve it! It is these people who are the real heroes with an extraordinary character and tremendous talent and true joy beating in their hearts. They burn with passion and know no rest! This is the second type of ambitions people and the real workers who create and take the world forward.
What drives such people?
Such people are very difficult to understand not because they are complicated but because they are clean, profoundly simple people, basically and at root.
Such people love their work! More –they are mad about their work. Their work means more than anything else to them –even their true loved ones. Their work is their god and they are slaves, passionate slaves to their work . They are so consumed by their work that they cannot think of an alternative way of life. Take away work from their life and they are dead. That is why they cross all obstacles –for their work. That is why they achieve magnificent success, a little delayed and with unspeakable struggle but eventually. They mean business all the time. They cannot understand the link between ‘friendship’ and work. They despise, even hate those who compromise in their work and do mediocre work. They are merciless and aim at perfection, it is their love and they cannot spoil it. It would be the greatest sin to them. They are, hence, filled with unlimited energy and drive and even patience. They love their work so much that they can wait it out and work. Hence they win because the world needs them. They don’t fight for leadership. They find that they are forced to be leaders, as there is no one else! They are natural leaders. Nobody is around them who can come even close to what they can do.
Such people control and rule the world. They may earn money, fame, position but it is an inevitable byproduct of their tremendous love. They like all these things but not too much. They know too well what they like and they move the world and are impatient with it . They brush aside the world and are, as a rule, innocent and pure.
They look different but that is superficial. Inside such magnificent beings are all same. They are mad about their work-100%.
This is true ambition, true living. What else can be life it not using one’s powers and losing fear completely? What else can be life if not being powerful personally, not forcing others? Life is work and passion and drive. To be human is to be human .i.e. use one’s mind to achieve, not manipulate others and cheat oneself ultimately of life.
How does one develop such love, such a true unlimited ambition?
Smt P. Satyavathi is one of those writers who have brought feminism to the peak in Telugu literature. Though she is aretired English lecturer, she has great understanding of the Telugu accent and the idiom of the respective regions. She is adept in portraying human experience universally. The technique of appealing to the readers by weaving the story wonderfully with a philosophical touch and theological aspect is her forte. She has published four anthologies of short stories, five novels and a collection of essays. She has won a number of prestigious awards. This story "What Is My Name" is originally published as "Illalakagaane Pandagouma" in Telugu in 1990 and has been translated into almost all the south Indian languages and Hindi.
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Have you noticed how your father calls your mother? Does he use her name or not? How do the neighbours address her? Does anyone address her by name? What about your grandmother? In this story, P. Sathyavathi describes how a woman forgets her own name since no one addresses her by name. How does a woman gain her identityby name, by marriage, by motherhood, by education, by profession or by anything else? Read the story keeping these questions in mind.
A young woman, before being a housewife. A woman, educated and cultured, and intelligent, and capable, quick-witted, with a sense of humour and elegance.
Falling for her beauty and intelligence, as also the dowry which her father offered, a young man tied the three sacred knots around her neck, made her the housewife to a household and said to her, 'Look, ammadu, this is your home.' Then the housewife immediately pulled the end of her sari and tucked it in at the waist and swabbed the entire house and decorated the floor with muggulu designs. The young man promptly praised her work. 'You are dexterous at swabbing the floor — even more dexterous in drawing the muggulu. Sabash, keep it up.' He said it in English, giving her a pat on the shoulder in appreciation. Overjoyed, the housewife began living with swabbing as the chief mission in her life. She scrubbed the house spotlessly clean at all times and beautifully decorated it with multi-coloured designs. That's how her life went on, with a sumptuous and ceaseless supply of swabbing cloths and muggu baskets.
But one day while scrubbing the floor, the housewife suddenly asked herself, 'What is my name?' The query shook her up. Leaving the mopping cloth and the muggu basket there itself, she stood near the window scratching her head, lost in thoughts. 'What is my name — what is my name?' The house across the road carried a name-board, Mrs M Suhasini, M.A., Ph.D., Principal, 'X' College. Yes, she too had a name as her neighbour did — 'How could I forget like that? In my scrubbing zeal I have forgotten my name-what shall I do now?' The housewife was perturbed. Her mind became totally restless. Somehow she finished her daubing for the day.
Meanwhile, the maidservant arrived. Hoping at least she would remember, the housewife asked her, 'Look, ammayi, do you know my name?'
'What is it, amma?' said the girl. 'What do we have to do with names of mistresses' You are only a mistress to us — the mistress of such and such a white-storeyed house, ground floor means you.' '
'Yes, true, of course, how can you know, poor thing?' thought the housewife.
The children came home from school for lunch in the afternoon. 'At least the children might remember my name' — the housewife hoped.
'Look here, children, do you know my name?' she asked.
They were taken a back.
'You are amma - your name is amma only - ever since we were born we have known only this, the letters that come are only in father's name - because everyone calls him by his name we know his name - you never told us your name - you don't even get letters addressed to your name,' the children said plainly. 'Yes, who will write letters to me' Father and mother are there but they only make phone calls once in a month or two Even my sisters are immersed with swabbing their houses. Even if they met me in some marriage or kumkum ceremony, they chatted away their time talking about new muggulu or new dishes to cook, but no letters!' The housewife was disappointed and grew more restless — the urge to know her own name somehow or the other grew stronger in her.
Now a neighbour came to invite her to a kumkum ceremony. The housewife asked her neighbour hoping she at least would remember her name. Giggling, the lady said, 'Somehow or other I haven't asked your name nor have you told me. Right -hand side, white storeyed - house or there she is, that pharmaceutical company manager's wife, if not that, that fair and tall lady, that s how we refer to you, that's all.' That's all that the other housewife could say.
It s no use. What can even my children's friends say - they know me only as Kamala's mother or some aunty, now my respected husband - is the only hope - if anyone remembers it, it is only he.
During the night meal, she asked him, 'Look here, I have forgotten my name - if you remember it, will you please tell me?'
The respected husband burst out laughing and said, 'What is it, dear, never has it happened before, you are talking about your name today. Ever since we were married I have got used to calling you only as yemoi. You too never told me not to address you that way because you have a name of your own - what's happened now - Everyone calls you Mrs. Murthy, don't they?''
Not Mrs Murthy, I want my own name - what shall I do now?' she said in anguish
'What's there, you choose a new name, some name or other,' the husband advised.
Very nice - your name is Satyanarayana Murthy; will you keep quiet if I ask you to change your name to Siva Rao or Sundara Rao? I want my name only,' she said.
'It's all right, you are an educated woman - your name must be on the certificates - don't you have that much commonsense - go and find out,' he advised her.
The housewife searched frantically for her certificates in the almirah - pattu saris, chiffon saris, handloom saris, voile saris, matching blouses, petticoats, bangles, beads, pearls, pins, kumkum barinas, silver plates, silver containers to keep sandalwood paste, ornaments all things arranged in an orderly fashion. Now here could she find her certificates. Yes - after marriage she had never bothered to carry those certificates here.
'Yes - I haven't brought them here - I shall go to my place, search for my certificates and enquire about my name, and return in a couple of days.' She asked for her husband's permission. 'Very nice! Must you go just for your name or what? If you go who will scrub the house these two days?' said her lord. Yes, that was true - because she scrubbed better than the others, she had not allowed anyone else to do that job all these days. Everyone was busy with their own respective duties. He had his office - poor things, the children had their studies to take care of. Why should they bother about this chore, and she had been doing it all along - they just didn't know how to do it, of course.
But still, how to live without knowing one's name? It was all right all these days since the question had not occurred to her; now it was really hard to live without a name.
'Just for two days you manage somehow or other — until and unless I go and get my name I shall find it difficult to live,' she pleaded with her husband and managed to get out of the house.
'Why, dear daughter, have you come so suddenly? Are your children and husband all right? Why have you come alone?'
Behind affectionate enquiries of the father and the mother there was a strain of suspicion. Recollecting immediately the purpose of her visit, the housewife asked her mother most pitifully, 'Amma, tell me, what is my name?'
'What is it amma, you are our elder daughter. We gave you education up to B.A. and got you married with fifty thousand rupees as dowry. We took care of your two deliveries - each time we alone bore the expenses of the maternity home. You have two children - your husband has a good job - a very nice person, too - your children are well-mannered.'
'It's not my history, amma — it's my name I want. At least tell me where my certificates are.'
'I don't know, child. Recently we cleaned out the almirah of old papers and files and arranged some glassware in their place. Some important files we kept in the attic - we shall search for them tomorrow. Now what is the hurry, don't worry about them - take a good bath and have your meal, child,' said the housewife's mother.
The housewife took a good bath and ate her meal, but she could not sleep. While scrubbing the house, humming happily, joyously, and making muggulu, she had never thought that she would have to face so many difficulties like this by forgetting her own name.
Dawn broke, but the search for the certificates among the files in the attic had not ended.
Now the wife asked everyone she met - she asked the trees - the anthills - the pond - the school where she had studied - the college. After all the shouting and the wailing, she met a friend - and succeeded in recovering her name.
That friend was also like her - married, and a housewife like her, but she had not made swabbing the sole purpose of her life; scrubbing was only part of her life; she remembered her name and the names of her friends. This particular friend recognized our housewife.
'Sarada! My dear Sarada!' she shouted and embraced her. The housewife felt like a person - totally parched and dried up, about to die of thirst - getting a drink of cool water from the new earthen kooja poured into her mouth with a spoon and given thus a new life. The friend did indeed give her a new life - 'You are Sarada. You came first in our school in the tenth class. You came first in the music competition conducted by the college. You used to paint good pictures too. We were ten friends altogether - I meet all of them some time or other. We write letters to each other. Only you have gone out of our reach! Tell me why are you living incognito?' her friend confronted her.
'Yes, Pramila - what you say is true. Of course I'm Sarada - until you said it I could not remember it - all the shelves of my mind were taken up with only one thing - how well I can scrub the floors. I remembered nothing else. Had I not met with you I would have gone mad,' said the housewife named Sarada.
Sarada returned home, climbed the attic and fished out her certificates, the pictures she had drawn - old albums, everything she succeeded in getting out. She also searched further and managed to find the prizes she had received in school and college.
Overjoyed, she returned home.
'You have not been here - look at the state of the house - it's like a choultry. Oh what a relief you are here, now it is like a festival for us,' said Sarada's husband.
'Just scrubbing the floor does not make a festival1. By the way, from now onwards don't call me yemoi geemoi. My name is Sarada — call me Sarada, understood?
Having said that she went inside, humming, joyously.
Sarada who had always cared so much for discipline, keeping an eye on every corner, checking if there was dust, making sure things were properly arranged each in its correct and respective order, now sat on the sofa which had not been dusted for the last two days. She sat there showing the children an album of her paintings that she had brought for them.