PK

pk

I watched the movie PK recently. If you haven’t seen it, be warned there may be spoilers within this post.

The story goes, in this vast Universe, turned out there are other planets with life form similar to us humans. Just like us, they also search for other life forms out there, and they were excited to find Planet Earth. And they sent an astronaut to earth to check it out.

The planet where this astronaut came from, in their culture they don’t wear anything to cover their skin (apparently ‘shame’ is not in their dictionary). And they don’t have spoken and written language, they communicate directly with their thoughts through holding hands, and thus they cannot lie.

So this astronaut landed on earth, in India, buck naked except a glowing stone necklace on his neck that is his remote control to call his spaceship. And then the first guy he meet steals his necklace, and there he is without any clothes, without any language, with nothing, stranded on earth. He can’t go home without the remote control, so he learned how to survive on earth by trial and error. He bumped into a kind man that helps him, and when he finally manage to hold someone’s hand for long enough to absorb and learn the language, he can communicate better. He asks people how to find his remote control, and people tell him “Ask God” “Only God knows” “God will help you”. So he then searches, where is this God?

In the process of searching God, he takes part of all different religions. And as he has no concept of religion whatsoever, he makes mistakes – for example bringing hindu offerings into a church, and so on, and thus he got his nickname “peekay” or PK which means “drunk”, as people chase him, beat him, curse him “Are you drunk?”

PK is so fresh, very entertaining, and have deep meaning. As we follow PK’s adventure trying to find God in order to find his remote control so he can go home, we get to see how strange, weird, ludicrous, unbelievable, and often nonsensical the people on earth are in relation to their religion, and to their God.

If you haven’t watch it yet, I recommend this movie wholeheartedly. It’s in Hindi but it comes with English subtitles. Just 153 minutes long and it’s worth every minute of your time.

Related post within this blog:
Religion
Thought experiment: humans on the eye of an alien

Advertisements

Was blind, but now I see

241280__starry-galactic-sky_p

If your eyes are open, you’ll see the things worth seeing
~ Rumi

Growing up through Christian & Catholic school, I’m familiar with the song Amazing Grace. But it was just another church song to me, it sounds nice but I didn’t really understand the meaning. Until recently, after experiencing grace first hand. Just like the song lyric: Was blind, but now I see.

I went to church every Sunday, taught that Jesus Christ is the saviour, but didn’t really understand what that means. I read the bible just to memorize certain verse, recite it correctly in Sunday School, and collect golden star stickers. I prayed to God the Father Almighty. I could recite Our Father prayer by heart. I believed in heaven and feared hell. In my mind heaven was green pastures with lions and lambs living side by side, and hell was fiery dungeon where sinners were skinned alive hanging upside down above a big pot of boiling oil.

I didn’t remember when and why I stopped believing. I stopped praying, I stopped going to church. It became awkward when people ask “What’s your religion?” I say “My identity card says I’m christian, but I don’t go to church.” Because I know most people who ask that kind of question would either want me to go to their church, or if I’m not christian/catholic they usually would want to tell me about the saviour. I didn’t want to go to into that “My religion/church/God is better than yours” conversation. And yes Indonesian identity card have religion on it; it’s really silly. Things are changing now – there’s some discussion about deleting that.

Along the way I got to know more about yoga and Buddhism, and found them very similar. I started to appreciate Buddhism more, beneath all the rituals there are things that I can understand. For a writing assignment about a yogi that inspired me, I chose Siddharta Gautama as my subject. When people ask me what’s my religion, I say Buddhism because it’s a simple answer and it’s the closest to what I believe. If they ask further they’ll find out that I don’t really go to any temple or do any rituals.

Fast forward a few years, to make the story short, I grew spiritually. Universe arranged for me conditions in which I could keep growing up spiritually. And arranged the presence of a living guru in my life, that gave me a boost of spiritual growth. I come to understand that all religion is just different paths towards the same peak. And rituals are reminders often lost in translation. Here’s a story my guru narrated that shows how something become rituals.

Once upon a time in an ashram, lived a spiritual teacher. The teacher had been practicing for a long time. One fine day, while the teacher was peeling potatoes, he experienced samadhi. Afterwards the teacher told his students about his experience of samadhi. One of the student asked “Teacher, what were you doing when it happen?” And the teacher said “I was peeling potatoes”. Not long after that the teacher passed away. 10 years later, if anyone come to that ashram, the first thing he notice is that everybody is peeling potatoes.

Now when people ask me what’s my religion, I simply say I have a personal relationship with God. Sometimes they insist – “But WHAT is your religion?” Then I have to explain that I communicate with God personally, I don’t do it through religion. Some look at me in disbelief, and probably think “Blasphemy!” but that’s my truth. And I use the word God because it’s easier to be understood, despite many misuse of that word. I can replace the word God with Universe, or Nature, or Divine Mother, or Brahman, or Consciousness, and what I meant is still the same. I’m not saying religions are unnecessary, they are different paths toward the same goal. If walking that particular path works for you, that’s really great, keep going. It wasn’t working for me, so I chose to tread my own path.

When I used to pray back then, my prayers were like a letter to Santa. God please give me this and this and that. God if you give me X I will do Y. God please make bad things go away and good things come. As if God our personal butler. Now when I say I communicate with God, I just bask in remembrance of God as often as possible. I humbly offer God my gratitude for everything, because everything is God’s Grace. I have nothing else to offer to God, after all what can I offer when everything is from God anyway? All I could do is try to be as clear and pure as possible, so I may become an effective medium, a conduit, to channel or reflect God’s light.

I was blind, but now I see. Who/what unblinded me? God’s Grace, through my guru. Here is a sloka from Guru Stotram:

Ajnana timi raandhasya jnananjana shalakaya
Caksur unmilitam yena tasmai sri gurave namaha

Translation: I was born blind in the darkest ignorance, and my guru opened my eyes with the torch of knowledge. I offer my respectful obeisances unto him.

So now I see, and now I’m able to appreciate this beautiful song.

Amazing grace! How sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me!
I once was lost, but now am found;
Was blind, but now I see.

Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
And grace my fears relieved;
How precious did that grace appear
The hour I first believed.

Through many dangers, toils and snares,
I have already come;
’Tis grace hath brought me safe thus far,
And grace will lead me home.

Image from http://www.forwallpaper.com