Patheos.com: Sadhus, India's wondering monks
Washington, D.C. (September 25, 2011) - Professor Ramesh Rao, HAF's Human Rights Coordinator, is a new contributor to Patheos. Below is his first piece. Please post your comments directly on Patheos by clicking here.
Writing in 1905 about The Mystics, Ascetics, and Saints of India, John Campbell Oman's observation about "sadhus" (wandering monks) in India is still relevant, a hundred years later. The existence of sadhus, Oman said, were "no recent importation, no modern excrescence, but has been flourishing in India, a veritable indigenous growth, from a time which dates many centuries before the advent of Christ, or even the preaching by Buddha of the eightfold path leading to enlightenment and deliverance . . ." Indeed sadhus have been a fixture of India from time immemorial, and Indian epics as well as the vast storehouse of Indian literature are rife with allusions to the exotic and the mundane aspects of the life of these men. (There was the rare woman "sadhvi," now estimated to be about 10 percent of ascetics.) Oman wrote that these men "command the respect and even the superstitious veneration of the vast multitude of their countrymen, who believe that they are often, if not always, possessed of almost unlimited supernatural power for good or evil."
No other people in the world can boast the number of ascetics in their midst than Indians do, and sadhus, estimated in the millions, wander around the country in all their habilatory or dishabilatory glory without getting more than a second glance from the ordinary Indian. Most Indians are used to the idea of "letting go" in the latter phases of his/her life, because as the great Adi Shankara promised, "through disciplined senses and controlled mind one shall come to experience the indwelling Lord of one's heart." Despite what some disenchanted Indians might think about these disheveled and semi-naked men or their more urbane versions who dole out soothing advice to their metropolitan audiences, India continues to be unmatched in quenching humanity's thirst for understanding what makes life and what troubles us. Not for them the cynical conclusion, "life is a bitch, and then you die," and but for them the lure of India would surely diminish.
Of course, not everyone in India thinks so, and it has become the habit of those who label themselves "progressive" to write mockingly about whom and what Hindus think of as sacred. Thus, taking pot shots at Indian gurus and godmen, sadhus and monks, Manu Joseph, the author of Serious Men, baits the reader saying, ". . . the branding of Indian spirituality is so powerful that the young and the old from the West continue to come here in search of the 'truth,'" and that if indeed anyone so searching came across "truth" to inform him first.
It is a strange challenge because Manu Joseph should know that men and women have traveled to India not just since the Beatles made the Maharishi Mahesh Yogi famous but for millennia past, in search of the exotic, the esoteric, and the enlightening. A story is told of Alexander the Great meeting a naked sadhu who declined all the riches offered by the world conqueror. Recounting this story in 1902 Swami Rama Thirtha told an audience in San Francisco that the enlightened ascetic gave a vision of the cosmic wonder to an emperor who thought he had conquered the world.
Sure, a surfeit of books and DVDs by well-known and little known gurus have turned this wisdom into treacly clichés, especially as some of the modern teachers and gurus try to reach out to the world through their Facebook pages. That is no reason, however, to dismiss those who travel to India in serious search of the truth as mistaken or naïve, and to mock either the naked or the partially clad sadhus as mere camera-fodder for tourists.
We know that Richard Alpert, aka Ram Dass, the psychology professor who famously turned Harvard into a LSD lab, was kicked out of Harvard, went to India, and found Neem Karoli Baba. Ram Dass, now venerable, continues to hold his followers enthralled in Hawaii. Of more recent vintage is Baba Rampuri, who went to India in the 1970s and has stayed there (and is now one of my Facebook friends!), becoming part of the Naga Sadhu clan. His book, Autobiography of a Sadhu: A Journey into Mystic India, could very easily be Hollywood material as he recounts his life journey in India and his transformation into a Naga Sadhu.
There is then my favorite, Patrick Levy, who begins his journey as a journalist seeking to document the life of sadhus, and ends up a student of Anand Baba, a wandering ascetic. The story, told in Sadhus: Going Beyond the Dreadlocks, is an antidote to the smug dismissal of the cynics, skeptics, and the reductionists who see the world as merely matter writ large. Levy is no starry-eyed romantic. He sees the dirt and squalor of India and describes them as any good journalist would. His description of Varanasi/Benares is scorching in its indictment of the mess and squalor, but if we stopped reading him there, we would miss him telling us that it is India that "bestows the title of saint on renunciants, where contemplation is a divine attitude, non-action a goal and idleness a vision," and that it is Indians who recognize "rapture in humility and the superiority of equanimity over the passions."
There is absolutely no place on earth that can match India as a destination for those thirsting for "truth." My friend, a student of Swami Rama, tells me of his esoteric experiences up in the Himalayas and down on the small campus of a little school he runs for village children near Bangalore. So, those in search of truth—with a capital 'T' or a small 't'—will continue to make their way to India, and one hopes that their deity of choice will bless them, and their choice of a guru will lead them to bliss.
Views expressed here are the personal views of Prof. Ramesh Rao, and do not necessarily represent those Hindu American Foundation or Longwood University.