Reading about violence, here, there and everywhere, leaves a sick feeling in the heart and the mind. The ones who die are always people going about their daily lives, no way connected with the violence. It is as if life has no value, maybe it does not for people who commit these acts. As it is we can never be very sure about what will happen the next minute, but most people do not worry about that. We lead our lives, living the present and planning for the future. But these violent acts leave their mark in a very negative manner. We start worrying about the unexpected.
When the mind is troubled I remember Sri Aurobindo Nivas in Baroda, Gujarat. It was in 2011, we were exploring that city and along one street we came to the gates of this beautiful place. We walked in and it was like walking into a different time and place. It was an oasis of peace and serenity. Sri Aurobindo lived in this house from 1893 to 1906 and worked for the Baroda State Services. We stayed there for a long time enjoying the beautiful atmosphere and the old world charm. There was such a protected feeling about the place. I remember that place, that oasis of peace, whenever I read about meaningless, violent acts taking place not only in our country but elsewhere too.
“And so, to the end of history, murder shall breed murder, always in the name of right and honor and peace, until the gods are tired of blood and create a race that can understand.” ~George Bernard Shaw, “Caesar and Cleopatra” ( play written in 1898 and first staged in 1901)