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Jiddu Krishnamurthy and Dr.N.M. Perera - 'The Yogi and the Commissar'

Tuesday, September 10, 2013 (All day)

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I AM THAT MAN

J. Krishnamurti	Dr. N.M. Perera

A rare meeting of the minds between Dr. N.M. Perera, PhD, DSc (London), onetime Leader of the Opposition and former Finance Minister of Sri Lanka, a Trotskyite ideologue and J. Krishnamurti, philosopher who rejected all ideologies (Dec 1949 - Jan 1950)

INGRAM SMITH, a long-time friend of J KRISHNAMURTI offers a glimpse of the extraordinariness of JK’s mind, as he describes a rare dialogue in Colombo between a leading parliamentarian and the free-spirited philosopher.

The front row of chairs was reserved…for a leading member of the opposition in the Sri Lanka (Ceylon) Parliament — Dr N M Perera, a communist recently returned from a booster course in Moscow — to occupy this vantage position. The other seats were for members of the shadow Cabinet.

The politician had seen a full-page newspaper report of J Krishnamurti’s evening meeting in Colombo (Dec 1949 - Jan 1950). He had been profoundly impressed by the fact that the Town Hall had been packed, and amplifiers placed outside so that those hundreds who couldn’t get into the auditorium could hear the talk on the lawns. No recent political meeting had generated such numbers or such newspaper coverage. He had decided that he and his political colleagues should attend a meeting to see what was so special about the man and to discover what message he had that evoked such a magnificent turnout and so much acclaim. Therefore, the special arrangements about seating were made. Eleven parliamentarians arrived and took their seats. All eyes were on them.

Freedom debate

Old Parliament

Soon Krishnamurti came in quietly, took up his position on a low dais, and viewed the audience. “What would you like to discuss?” he asked. Dr Perera stood up.

He said he would like to discuss the structure of society and social cohesion, and that such a debate must include an understanding of the basic principles of communism. He talked on the logic of state control as the supreme authority, and the proposition that those who do the work must directly receive the profits of their labour.

When no one else proposed a subject or question for discussion, it was clear that this man was important. Every Ceylonese citizen in the hall recognised him and the importance of his challenge. Krishnamurti asked if the audience wanted to discuss this.

No one spoke and no other subject was proposed. Everyone was interested in hearing Krishnamurti’s reply. He smiled. “Well, let’s begin.” The politician took up his political theme. He spoke at length about the basic tenets of communism, of communal use and ownership of goods and property, and the role of labour. It was a clear exposition of the Communist philosophy and dialectic. When he had finished and sat down, I wondered how Krishnamurti would deal with the proposition that the state was all, and the individual subservient to the all-powerful central authority.

Krishnamurti did not oppose what had been said. When he spoke, it was as though he had left his place on the dais facing the politician and crossed over to the other side to view the human condition from the communist’s position and through his eyes. There was no sense of confrontation, only a mutual probing into the reality behind the rhetoric. As the dialogue developed, it became a penetrating search into how the human mind, conditioned as it is, was to be reconditioned to accept the totalitarian doctrine, and whether re-educating the race would solve the problems that beset human beings, no matter where they live or under what social system.

There was mutual investigation into the ways in which the communist philosophy actually operated, and the means by which conflicts were handled. And basically, whether reshaping, repatterning human thinking and behaviour freed the individual or the collective from ego, from competition, from conflict. After half an hour, Dr Perera was still claiming the necessity for totalitarian rule, asserting that everyone must go along with the decided policy, and be made to conform.

Making martyrs

At this point, Krishnaji drew back. “What happens,” he asked, “when I, as an individual, feel I cannot go along with the supreme command’s decision? What if I won’t conform?” “We would try to convince you that individual dissent, perhaps valid before a decision is taken, cannot be tolerated after. All have to participate.”

“You mean obey? And if I still couldn’t or wouldn’t agree?”

“We would have to show you the error of your ways.”

“And how would you do that?”

“Persuade you that in practice the philosophy of the state and the law must be upheld at all times and at any cost.”

“And if someone still maintains that some law or regulation is false. What then?”

“We would probably incarcerate him so that he was no longer a disruptive influence.” With utter simplicity and directness, Krishnaji said, “I am that man.” Consternation! Suddenly, total confrontation. An electric charge had entered the room....

The politician spoke carefully, quietly. “We would jail you and keep you there as long as was necessary to change your mind. You would be treated as a political prisoner.”

Krishnaji responded, “There could be others who feel and think as I do. When they discover what has happened to me, their antithesis to your authority may harden. This is what happens, and a reactionary movement begins.”

Neither Dr Perera nor his colleagues wanted to pursue this dangerously explicit dialogue. Some were now showing nervousness.

Krishnaji continued, “I am this man. I refuse to be silenced. I will talk to anyone who will listen. What do you do with me?” There was no escaping the question.

“Put you away.”

“Liquidate me?”

“Probably. You would not be permitted to contaminate others.”

“Probably?”

“You would be eliminated.”

After a long pause, Krishnamurti said, “And then sir, you would have made a martyr of me!” And what then?”

Krishnamurti waited, and then quietly went through the course of the dialogue. He talked of interrelationship, of the destruction of life for a belief, for some blueprint for the future, for some five-year plan; the destructiveness of ideals, and the imposition of formulae on living beings. The need, not for environmental change, important as that is, but for inward transformation. When he finished, the meeting was over. There was nothing more to be said.

Then Dr Perera rose and slowly wove his way through the packed crowd facing Krishnaji. He walked up to Krishnaji, who had now risen and was standing, watching, waiting.

Stepping onto the low dais, the politician opened his arms and enfolded Krishnaji. They stood there for a few moments, in each other’s arms. Then, without a word, he returned to his colleagues. The meeting was over.

The morning after

On the morning after the dialogue….the politician said he had not expected he would meet a man like Krishnamurti. He said that before the dialogue, he would never have imagined that a man could be publicly stripped of his social philosophy, have his private thoughts exposed to public view, and remain unshattered.

Indeed, he felt so well after the discussion that he had decided to see if he could arrange a meeting, and here he was, ready to go into the whole question of the individual and society with Krishnamurti...Some days later, he was invited to stay at the home of Dr Perera - and he did.

From The Transparent Mind by Ingram Smith of the Australian Broadcasting Corporation

Text, courtesy: Krishnamurti Foundation India 

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Transcripts from court - email from Kamalini Kanapathippillai

ATTORNEY: What was the first thing your husband said to you that morning?
  WITNESS:   He said, 'Where am I, Cathy?'
  ATTORNEY: And why did that upset you?
  WITNESS:   My name is Susan!
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  ATTORNEY: This myasthenia gravis, does it affect your memory at all?
  WITNESS:   Yes.
  ATTORNEY:  And in what ways does it affect your memory?
  WITNESS:    I forget.
  ATTORNEY:  You forget?  Can you give us an example of something you forgot?
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  ATTORNEY:  Now doctor, isn't it true that when a person dies in his sleep , he doesn't know about it until the next morning?
  WITNESS:  Did you actually pass the bar exam?
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  ATTORNEY:  The youngest son, the 20-year-old , how old is he?
  WITNESS:    He's 20, much like your IQ.
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   (My Favourite)
  ATTORNEY:  So the date of conception (of the baby) was August 8th?
  WITNESS:    Yes.
  ATTORNEY:  And what were you doing at that time?
  WITNESS:    Getting laid
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   (Another favourite)
  ATTORNEY:  She had three children , right?
  WITNESS:    Yes.
  ATTORNEY:  How many were boys?
  WITNESS:    None.
  ATTORNEY:   Were there any girls?
  WITNESS:     Your Honor, I think I need a different attorney. Can I get a new attorney?
  ____________________________________________
 
  ATTORNEY:  How was your first marriage terminated?
  WITNESS:    By death.
  ATTORNEY:  And by whose death was it terminated?
  WITNESS:    Take a guess.
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  ATTORNEY:   Can you describe the individual?
  WITNESS:     He was about medium height and had a beard
  ATTORNEY:   Was this a male or a female?
  WITNESS:     Unless the Circus was in town I'm going with male.
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  ATTORNEY:  Is your appearance here this morning pursuant to a deposition notice which I sent to your attorney?
  WITNESS:  No, this is how I dress when I go to work.
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  ATTORNEY:  Doctor, how many of your autopsies have you performed on dead people?
  WITNESS:    All of them. The live ones put up too much of a fight.
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  ATTORNEY:  ALL your responses MUST be oral, OK? What school did you go to?
  WITNESS:    Oral.
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  ATTORNEY:  Do you recall the time that you examined the body?
  WITNESS:    The autopsy started around 8:30 PM
  ATTORNEY:  And Mr. Denton was dead at the time?
  WITNESS:    If not, he was by the time I finished.
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  And last:
 
  ATTORNEY:  Doctor, before you performed the autopsy, did you check for a pulse?
  WITNESS:     No.
  ATTORNEY:  Did you check for blood pressure?
  WITNESS:     No.
  ATTORNEY:  Did you check for breathing?
  WITNESS:     No.
  ATTORNEY:  So, then it is possible that the patient was alive when you began the autopsy?
  WITNESS:     No.
  ATTORNEY:  How can you be so sure, Doctor?
  WITNESS:     Because his brain was sitting on my desk in a jar.
  ATTORNEY:  I see, but could the patient have still been alive, nevertheless?
  WITNESS:     Yes, it is possible that he could have been alive and practicing law.

Underwater views - email from Gallege De Silva.

This is gorgeous!  Enjoy - and if you click on the CC (lower right) the labels for the fish will show. (choose language desired)

 

The Ocean as you have never seen it   This is in HD, 3D. I hope your computer can view it that way.   ONE OF THE BEST VIDEOS EVER! The Ocean as you have never seen it. (GO FULL SCREEN)   http://www.youtube.com/embed/mcbHKAWIk3I

 

 

 

The defective parrot - email jksw

A guy is browsing in a pet shop, and sees a parrot sitting on a little perch.  It doesn't have any feet or legs.  The guy says aloud, 'Jeesh, I wonder what happened to this parrot.?' The parrot says, 'I was born this way. I'm a defective parrot.' 'Holy crap,' the guy replies.  'You actually understood and answered me. !' 'I got every word,' says the parrot.  'I happen to be a highly intelligent, and a thoroughly educated bird' 'Oh yeah?' the guy asks.  'Then answer this, how do you hang onto your perch, without any feet.?'  'Well,' the parrot says, 'this is very embarrassing, but since you asked, I wrap my weenie around this wooden bar, like a little hook. You can't see it, because of my feathers.' 'Wow,' says the guy.  'You really can understand, and can speak English, can't you.?' 'Actually, I speak both Spanish and English, and I can converse with reasonable competence on almost any topic, politics, religion, sports, physics, philosophy.  I'm especially good at ornithology.  You really ought to buy me, I'd be a great companion.' The guy looks at the $200.00 price tag.  'Sorry, but I just can't afford that.' 'Pssssssst,' says the parrot, 'I'm defective, so the truth is, nobody wants me, cause I don't have any feet.  You can probably get me for $20, just make the guy an offer.!' The guy offers $20, and walks out with the parrot. Weeks go by.  The parrot is sensational. He has a great sense of humor, he's interesting, he's a great pal, he understands everything, he sympathizes, and he's insightful.  The guy is delighted. One day the guy comes home from work, and the parrot goes, 'Psssssssssssst,' and motions him over with one wing.  'I don't know if I should tell you this or not, but it's about your wife, and the Austpost man.' 'What are you talking about,?' asks the guy. 'When he delivered a package today, your wife greeted him at the door, in a sheer black nightie.' 'WHAT???' the guy asks incredulously.  'THEN what happened?' 'Well, he came into the house, and lifted up her nightie, and began petting her all over,' reported the parrot.. 'NO!' he exclaims, 'and she let him.?' 'Yes.  Then he continued taking off the nightie, got down on his knees, and began to kiss her all over.' Then the frantic guy demands, 'THEN WHAT HAPPENED.?' DUNNO?!? I got an erection, and fell off my perch.!'    If this didn't make you laugh, you're having a really bad day !!!!!!!!!!!    PS I do hope that you did not fall off the perch.

Chinese honeymoon... - email jksw

A young Chinese couple get married She's a virgin & they are both waiters.  Truth be told, he is a virgin too, but she doesn't know that. On their wedding night, she cowers naked under the sheets, as her husband undresses in the darkness.   He climbs into bed next to her and tries to be reassuring. "My darring," he whispers, "I know dis you firss time and you berry flighten.  I pomise you, I give you anyting you want, I do anyting juss anyting you want. You juss ask.

  Whatchu want?" he says, trying to sound experienced and worldly, which he hopes will impress her.

A thoughtful silence follows, and he waits patiently and eagerly for her request. She eventually shyly whispers back, "I want to try someting I have heard about from other girls ... Nummaa 69". More thoughtful silence, but this time from him Eventually, in a puzzled tone he asks her... "You want ... Garlic Chicken with corrifrowa?"

G20 summit... - email from jksw

G20 ENDS ABRUPTLY AS OBAMA CALLS PUTIN A JACKASS

POSTED BY ANDY BOROWITZ

ST. PETERSBURG (The Borowitz Report)—Hopes for a positive G20 summit crumbled today as President Obama blurted to Russia’s Vladimir Putin at a joint press appearance, “Everyone here thinks you’re a jackass.”

The press corps appeared stunned by the uncharacteristic outburst from Mr. Obama, who then unleashed a ten-minute tirade at the stone-faced Russian President.

“Look, I’m not just talking about Snowden and Syria,” Mr. Obama said. “What about Pussy Riot? What about your anti-gay laws? Total jackass moves, my friend.”

As Mr. Putin narrowed his eyes in frosty silence, Mr. Obama seemed to warm to his topic.

“If you think I’m the only one who feels this way, you’re kidding yourself,” Mr. Obama said, jabbing his finger in the direction of the Russian President’s face. “Ask Angela Merkel. Ask David Cameron. Ask the Turkish guy. Every last one of them thinks you’re a dick.”

Shortly after Mr. Obama’s volcanic performance, Mr. Putin released a terse official statement, reading, “I should be afraid of this skinny man? I wrestle bears.”

After one day of meetings, the G20 nations voted unanimously on a resolution that said maybe everyone should just go home

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