THE CAT WHICH WENT ON A PILGRIMAGE
Pic.: Rachna Talreja Mukhi
“Experience is simply the name we give our
mistakes.”
My elder brother was telling me,
the other day, that, for all of us, there are these three ways of learning in life:
1. From the
good advice from our well-wishers – our parents, relatives, teachers,
preachers, friends or any other well-wishers...
2. From
others’ mistakes... When we see before our eyes what happens to people around
us, if they make mistakes...
3. From our
own mistakes... when we realize what happens to us if we do those mistakes...
“Some people just
refuse to learn from others’ advice or mistakes,” my brother told me, “There is only one way for them to learn from, and that is from their own
mistakes... They have to fall and learn... Fall over and over again, at times.”
I was shaking
my head to convey how true it was!
Everyday, when
I stand on this teacher’s-pedestal and go on dishing out advice to my students,
“Look my dear young-ones, if you miss the classes, skip the homework, if you
get carried away by your friends, fooling around and blowing your fathers’ money...
you will regret later...” Yes, with some of them, it just doesn't work...
Then, I give
them some classic examples, even my own, to dramatize before them and tell,
“Look my young-friends, you better don’t do those mistakes...” No, it doesn't work with them, either...
Finally, in my
frustration and haplessness, I yell out at them, “So, you don’t listen to my
good advice... Don’t learn from our mistakes... What is left now? You fall in
the ditch and learn!”
And, as I was
thinking about my own students, I was thinking about myself and asking: “How
often have I taken the good advice of my own well-wishers? How often have I learnt from others’ mistakes? And, yes, how often have I chosen to fall in the
ditch and learn?”
Because I,
too, have done what my students and son have... I was shaking my head as my
elder brother was telling me about how some of us learn in life and do amends...
So, what is
the best way?
Sage Valmiki, who authored
‘Ramayana’, was a decoit before he became a holy-man.
St. Peter, whom
Jesus called ‘the rock’, denied knowing his Master thrice... before he realized
his mistake, went down on his knees and wept inconsolably. ‘The rock’ had to be
that fragile!
I am still shaking
my head and asking, “Did Valmiki, Peter and Paul ‘fall’ and learn or did they
learn – become holy – only by taking others’ good advice or seeing others’ bad
mistakes?”
I don’t know
what is the ‘best way’ to learn... But, this much I do know: I am a ‘late
bloomer’ in life... Just like some of my students, whom, I, sometimes, try to
unfurl... without realizing that their time has still not come...
So, am I that proverbial cat which had set out on her great pilgrimage after hunting a hundred mice for her daily
dinner?”
“Sau chuhe khake, billi Haj ko chali.”
Yes, am I that cat?
Not exactly... For, this cat doesn't live by mice, anymore!
Not exactly... For, this cat doesn't live by mice, anymore!
I am still
shaking my head!
GERALD D’CUNHA
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