Act X, Scene 6

(Pondicherry. Aurobindo’s house. The Mother looking up the Arya accounts, etc. Amrita comes in with a heap of the morning mail. Placing it on Aurobindo’s table, he lingers.)

AUROBINDO (looking at Amrita): Yes, Amrita?

(Amrita had the standing instructions of Aurobindo that he should remind him of the matter for the Arya a week before the day fixed for going to press.)

AMRITA: I am reminding you about matter for the Arya, please. Just seven days left.

AUROBINDO: Oh yes. Thank you. I shall set about it forthwith.

AMRITA: But once you sit at your desk you will forget everything else and go on till you finish. Why not dispose of the post first?

AUROBINDO: Very well. You are always business-like. That’s all to the good.

(Running his eyes through the letters, one by one, he writes marginal notes, and stops short at one.)

AUROBINDO: Here’s a reader of the Arya asking me how I, a literary man and a politician, could become all of a sudden an out-and-out philosopher! It has struck him rightly. I must write to him that I knew precious little about philosophy before I did the Yoga and came to Pondicherry. How did I manage to do it and why? Because X proposed to me to co-operate in a philosophical review — and my theory was that a Yogi ought to be able to turn his hand to anything…

AMRITA: But it has never struck me as strange. Your articles, even your speeches, were at no time unmixed politics or pure literature. They have always been a happy blend of all the three, each at its best — I mean, politics, literature and philosophy, although the fire of love of country and her freedom predominated.

AUROBINDO: But hasn’t the Arya a different complexion altogether?

AMRITA: Undoubtedly.

AUROBINDO: Then you concede that he is justified in asking me…

AMRITA: I do. Oh, that the man in question could see you filling page after page without halting anywhere, as if your very fingers were inspired!

AUROBINDO: But that is exactly the truth! Strange to say, a Power comes directly into the fingers, as if it did not have to pass through anything else! Just now I said that a Yogi should be able to turn his hand to anything. Well, the word “hand” can be applied in a very literal sense where the Arya articles are concerned.

Now take these letters and make up replies from my marginal notes. Let me now start work.

Chinmoy Kumar Ghose, The Descent of the Blue, Sri Chinmoy Lighthouse, New York, 1972