I will tell you the truth. I did not really think about the word
'compassion' for the first two decades of my life. I knew it, and had
some sense of its meaning, but it did not figure in my universe as often
as words like 'kindness,' 'consideration' and even 'gentleness' did.
And then, someone described me as compassionate--something that
surprised me (still does) and that also made me wonder what the word really meant.
Today, I cannot stop thinking about compassion. It seems to me to be the only thing that really matters. I've never valorised human physical appearance, nor even appearances in general. I thought being intelligent was important to me, and I valued it in others, until my years as a graduate student introduced me to an unbearable amount of intelligence. Intelligence came in a package with arrogance, rigidity and self-importance and I came to think it was overrated. After all, life is not a seminar. Compassion, however, undoes me. Kindness, consideration, the ability to notice another person's situation, to notice and give before being asked, generosity and empathy--now I think this is all that counts. And I know this is what every teacher or prophet has preached.
For me the word 'compassion' evokes two images from Buddhist art most of all.
Today, I cannot stop thinking about compassion. It seems to me to be the only thing that really matters. I've never valorised human physical appearance, nor even appearances in general. I thought being intelligent was important to me, and I valued it in others, until my years as a graduate student introduced me to an unbearable amount of intelligence. Intelligence came in a package with arrogance, rigidity and self-importance and I came to think it was overrated. After all, life is not a seminar. Compassion, however, undoes me. Kindness, consideration, the ability to notice another person's situation, to notice and give before being asked, generosity and empathy--now I think this is all that counts. And I know this is what every teacher or prophet has preached.
For me the word 'compassion' evokes two images from Buddhist art most of all.
I
had seen photos of Ajanta's beautiful Padmapani Bodhisattva all my
life, having grown up in Maharashtra. It was only when I saw the actual
mural did I understand the power of his compassionate gaze. It sees and
it understands and it looks for ways to help. The bronze Avalokiteswara
from the Colombo Museum I first met and fell in love with at the
Smithsonian. I could gaze at him forever, for his stillness and beauty.
But the more I thought about that Avalokiteswara, the less the icon
mattered and the more, the compassionate promise he represents. "I will
be there for you," a promise friends make to each other. When I was in
Class 1, I sat next to Ranee, who is still my friend. Ranee and I had
this thing--because we were friends, we would write the same word at the
same time and if one of us got ahead, we would stop and wait for the
other to catch up. Avalokiteswara is everybody's friend, deferring
nirvana until all of us catch up.
But
this is about compassion, of which Alice Walker writes, "if
compassion be freely/ Given out/ Take only enough." Give compassion
freely, without measure, without thought, without expecting a return,
but take only enough. "Stop short of urge to plead. Then purge away the
need."
As
I have come to treasure compassion as an individual trait, I also
wonder what compassion means in the public sphere. How does it come into
play in the state and its institutions--or does it not? What does it
mean for society? How do we create a compassionate society? Does
compassionate mean charitable or equitable or inclusive or something
else? What are the attitudes and behaviour we would identify with a
compassionate community? I am looking for the questions that will give
me the right answers.
