(Pakeezah (Devanagari :पाक़ीज़ा, Persian/Urdu:پاکیزه] is a word from the Persian/Farsi language, which means pure). The word has come to Urdu from Persian, and has the same meaning there too).
The Bollywood classic ‘ Pakeezah’ is a hugely favorite movie of the accidental sufi. Stellar performances by the both the lead actors and the supporting cast, this is a movie of great depth and stylized perfection.( Read about it here :http://www.rediff.com/movies/2002/apr/25dinesh.htm )
The movie fascinates me till date because it deals with the concepts of purity and impurity and the relation of the mind to it.
To the accidental sufi, the mind is of singular importance.For it is the mind that is the connect between our body/heart or physical being and our soul or transcendental being. As long as we are alive, the mind, which is a formless continuum that functions to perceive and understand objects, and its energy remain paramount.This is what quantum physics also tells us. The startling truth that all physical reality is made up of vibrations of energy.People who exist/live in the realms of the mind remain a little above the reach of those, mostly the majority, who don’t. Thus, they are normally categorized as ‘mad’, ‘insane’,’mutant’, dervish’ etc by all 🙂 The mad ones who do become ‘successful’ , naturally, are hastily declared as the ‘genius’ 🙂 The accidental sufi, fortunately & unfortunately is just mad and a mutant! There is a particular kind of pain, loneliness, and terror involved in this kind of madness.The more powerful and original a mind, the more it will incline towards the religion of solitude. But, yes, there is an elation too 🙂 Because, it is such a mind that will eventually transform into the omniscient mind of a Buddha.
A very recent encounter triggered off self questions and introspection about purity and impurity in/of love in my mind. I was reminded of a central dialogue of the film ‘Pakeezah”. When the family patriarch tells the hero, who dares to fall in love with a prostitute, “Doodh ka jala hua chhas bhi phook phook ke peeta hai [after burning your tongue with hot milk, you will drink buttermilk after blowing into it],” the hero retorts, “Afsos, log doodh se bhi jal jaate hai [Alas, people get burnt of milk too]. While accepting the situation in my mind, the accidental sufi was reminded of Primo Levi, who says ,”In order for the wheel to turn, for life to be lived, impurities are needed, and the impurities of impurities in the soil, too, as is known, if it is to be fertile. Dissension, diversity, the grain of salt and mustard are needed: But immaculate virtue does not exist either, or if it exists it is detestable”.( Primo Levi is someone I salute.174517.That was Levi’s Auschwitz concentration camp’s number. I have it engraved on a Parker fountain pen my Dad gifted me when I was 13 years old.One of the few worldly possessions of mine that I guard jealously ).
So did the accidental sufi become impure? What happened to her mind? Did she allow someone to walk through her mind with their dirty feet ? Nietzsche, her dark companion, rushed to tell her “One must be a sea, to receive a polluted stream without becoming impure”. So she remained at sea and understood what her mind told her “By oneself is evil done, by oneself is one made impure. By oneself is evil undone, by oneself is one made pure. Each one is responsible for purity and impurity. No one can cleanse another.(Thích Nhất Hạnh)