Seeing With The Third Eye' Part 1
Seeing With The 'Third Eye'
A: Here is the page you were looking for.
B: Yes? You found it? Read from it.
A: Let me close the window; it's April wind, too hot for me.
B: Let it be. I love it. Torridly hot. I like April to be that way. Now , read.
A: Ok. Listen, "And eight are her virtues in which she is clad, Gauri,
much the prayer that's gone, that the Lord open the Eye."
B: You are sitting near the window. I can feel you because the wind is blocked now. What are those flowers? Are you holding them in your hand? But no, you can't, because you are holding the book. Is it a bouquet near the window? And it's not a familiar perfume of the roses.
A: No, it's not the rose. It's jasmine, and you can't make a bouquet with those. They are buds, white buds, like small white pearls, woven into garlands. I am wearing one right now in my hair.
B: Ok. Stay where you are. Don't move from there. It's just the right distance for the fragrance. And now let me recall the lines you read.
Do you know why I selected them for this particular sequel to the first act?
A: I know. there is a reference to the Eye, the Third Eye.
B: Yes. The Third Eye of Shiva. He was blind like me; blind because he refused to see, and I, a blind man who cannot see.
Gauri, the virgin princess of the Himalayan king is under the vows of austerity, vowed to make the adamant Shiva open his eyes and look at her. And Shiva, unaware of her anguish and torment, continues to be in a trance.Do you know how the reincarnation has come full circle? Now I am the Shiva who is in torment because I refused to look at you in that incarnation.
A: There is a possibility of redemption still.
B: Redemption? For me? How?
A: You have the mythical Third Eye still. You aren't deprived of that faculty. It's with you still.
B: Hmm...You are smiling.
A: How do you know?
B: Because your voice has a certain inflection when you smile. I can hear laughter; everybody does. But I can hear a smile. You don't need a special faculty for that.
A: Well, that was what I wanted you to understand, that you do have it--You have the Third Eye. Can you hear my smile? Can you see it?
B: In my case, it is transposition, like in a piece of music, being lifted to a different key, a key that does not fit in the music of all. Yes, I can hear your smile, and I can touch it too. Did you blush?
A: I don't know. I didn't look in the mirror. What made you think so? Rather presumptuous, I dare say.
B: I am pretty confident. Blindness has given me the prowess which the sighted persons don't have, sadly.
A: Ok. But what makes you feel that I blushed?
B: From the slight pause, and the way you rustled the pages of the book and turned them over frantically. I hope you haven't lost that page you found after so much of effort. Doesn't matter. Now, I have a clear memory of another page which i want to incorporate some way or the other into the script. It's on page 271, para one, the right hand side of the book. You had read it to me before and I have noted it down. Found it?
A: Yes, I have.
"Laving in the waters of the young stream,
Donning the garments sacramental,
Slowly, ever so silently, adoring Shiva the Lord
She became the spouse,
O happy Parvati,
The white hibiscus, the garland of round jasmines--
To the parting of the Moon's hair, Sister,
Pour pearls."
B: That's enough. Words are only incantations. I just use them to launch into a flight, or hydrants you might say; something to first ignite the fire and then to sprinkle water, just enough to let bloom flowers, flaming flowers of passion, imagination, something to set in motion the quest--the quest for the body of the words.
[To be continued.....as this is too much of an effort for this day.]
Note: B is a man and A is a woman in this dialogue. B is a playwright and A is his assistant.
A: Here is the page you were looking for.
B: Yes? You found it? Read from it.
A: Let me close the window; it's April wind, too hot for me.
B: Let it be. I love it. Torridly hot. I like April to be that way. Now , read.
A: Ok. Listen, "And eight are her virtues in which she is clad, Gauri,
much the prayer that's gone, that the Lord open the Eye."
B: You are sitting near the window. I can feel you because the wind is blocked now. What are those flowers? Are you holding them in your hand? But no, you can't, because you are holding the book. Is it a bouquet near the window? And it's not a familiar perfume of the roses.
A: No, it's not the rose. It's jasmine, and you can't make a bouquet with those. They are buds, white buds, like small white pearls, woven into garlands. I am wearing one right now in my hair.
B: Ok. Stay where you are. Don't move from there. It's just the right distance for the fragrance. And now let me recall the lines you read.
Do you know why I selected them for this particular sequel to the first act?
A: I know. there is a reference to the Eye, the Third Eye.
B: Yes. The Third Eye of Shiva. He was blind like me; blind because he refused to see, and I, a blind man who cannot see.
Gauri, the virgin princess of the Himalayan king is under the vows of austerity, vowed to make the adamant Shiva open his eyes and look at her. And Shiva, unaware of her anguish and torment, continues to be in a trance.Do you know how the reincarnation has come full circle? Now I am the Shiva who is in torment because I refused to look at you in that incarnation.
A: There is a possibility of redemption still.
B: Redemption? For me? How?
A: You have the mythical Third Eye still. You aren't deprived of that faculty. It's with you still.
B: Hmm...You are smiling.
A: How do you know?
B: Because your voice has a certain inflection when you smile. I can hear laughter; everybody does. But I can hear a smile. You don't need a special faculty for that.
A: Well, that was what I wanted you to understand, that you do have it--You have the Third Eye. Can you hear my smile? Can you see it?
B: In my case, it is transposition, like in a piece of music, being lifted to a different key, a key that does not fit in the music of all. Yes, I can hear your smile, and I can touch it too. Did you blush?
A: I don't know. I didn't look in the mirror. What made you think so? Rather presumptuous, I dare say.
B: I am pretty confident. Blindness has given me the prowess which the sighted persons don't have, sadly.
A: Ok. But what makes you feel that I blushed?
B: From the slight pause, and the way you rustled the pages of the book and turned them over frantically. I hope you haven't lost that page you found after so much of effort. Doesn't matter. Now, I have a clear memory of another page which i want to incorporate some way or the other into the script. It's on page 271, para one, the right hand side of the book. You had read it to me before and I have noted it down. Found it?
A: Yes, I have.
"Laving in the waters of the young stream,
Donning the garments sacramental,
Slowly, ever so silently, adoring Shiva the Lord
She became the spouse,
O happy Parvati,
The white hibiscus, the garland of round jasmines--
To the parting of the Moon's hair, Sister,
Pour pearls."
B: That's enough. Words are only incantations. I just use them to launch into a flight, or hydrants you might say; something to first ignite the fire and then to sprinkle water, just enough to let bloom flowers, flaming flowers of passion, imagination, something to set in motion the quest--the quest for the body of the words.
[To be continued.....as this is too much of an effort for this day.]
Note: B is a man and A is a woman in this dialogue. B is a playwright and A is his assistant.
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