Friday, 21 March 2014

Rajesh Dalal (1953-2014)

In his last email dated the 17th of February - K's death anniversary and little more than a week before he himself passed away - Rajesh Dalal sent three questions he wanted KFI Trustees to address: 

‘1. Are we capable of meeting and exploring the teachings, completely putting aside all reference to K and KFI? What are the implications of the above, both when we are able to so forget and when we can't?

2. What is the teaching according to me? Have I defined it in some way? How do I hold my understanding? Am I resisting others' definition? Am I trying to live by my definition/expecting others to live by it? What actually is happening to me and my friends in this most important domain? 


3. How can a group of people explore TOGETHER? What comes in the way of such exploration? What factors assist it?’

Rajesh’s challenge to the Trustees, covered by the questions he posed, was to simultaneously examine their relationship with Krishnamurti and to their own authentic selves; they emerged from a consciousness that had internalized fundamental aspects of Krishnaji's teaching and echoed Krishnamurti’s own demands of his Trustees. Unfortunately, he did not live to see the inquiry that might have emerged from his demand.

Rajesh Dalal's tenure as a member of the Foundation was longer than any other individual member’s today, even though he counted among the youngest in age.  His encounter with Krishnamurti ‘s writings in his student days had made a deep and immediate impact on him and as soon as he finished his engineering degree at IIT Kanpur in 1976 he joined the school at Rajghat. His first meeting with Krishnamurti and his many subsequent conversations and travels with him fully shaped the direction of his life and work. He was invited to become a member of the Foundation while still in his twenties. He remained a passionate inquirer into the teachings throughout his life, and sought no other options.

At Rajghat, Rajesh was given charge of a house with a set of young boys. He took on the responsibility of living with them, educating them in academic subjects, while also nurturing in them deeper values. His earnestness blending naturally with an unusual and wonderful playfulness made him a brilliant and successful teacher.   His students were introduced to life questions and complex thinking skills. They were also captivated by the magic tricks, puzzles, tongue twisters and riddles that he so much enjoyed sharing with them.

In 1980, at Krishnaji’s behest, Rajesh moved to Rishi Valley to head the Junior School.  Many of the boys in his charge at Rajghat accompanied him to Rishi Valley. Apart from expending much creative energy in making the junior school a more vibrant space for its teachers and students, he played a crucial role in the new Management Team that was formed to administer Rishi Valley School. He was instrumental in giving shape to the concept of a ‘middle school’ at Rishi Valley, a structure that was later adopted by many of the KFI schools.

After eight years at Rishi Valley Rajesh moved on to the KFI headquarters at Vasant Vihar, where he helped build the Study Centre. He gave talks on Krishnamurti at various educational institutions in the city and invited school students and young people to engage with life questions at Vasant Vihar. He also initiated with his wife, Saraswati, a long-term project of bringing up and educating a small group of young boys from Ladakh.

In 1996, Rajesh, along with Saraswati, was invited to move with these boys to a new site in the Bhagirathi valley, near Uttarkashi, in order to revive a small KFI school that had been established for rural Himalayan children. With a small team of dedicated individuals who gathered here, they together developed a wonderfully creative educational project, renamed Nachiket. Though the school had to eventually be closed down, many of the children, who had grown up in its closely-tended and vital atmosphere, travelled with Saraswati to other locations in India and have continued with their unique education, with full support from Rajesh.   

During this period, Rajesh was also requested to return to the Rajghat Education Centre as its Rector. This was a huge challenge that he grappled with for 5 years, even as the Nachiket project continued to function actively in the hills.

In 2007 Rajesh decided to shed further organizational responsibilities within the KFI, and took to travelling and meeting with new groups of persons interested in self-inquiry.

Over several decades, Rajesh had committed himself to primarily one challenge -- transformation of consciousness through inviting, asking, nurturing and deepening fundamental questions of human existence. He was invited to international conferences and gatherings as special guest or keynote speaker and traveled widely throughout India, parts of Europe, the United States and Russia.  During the last phase of his life he reached out to increasingly diverse kinds of audiences hungry for a deeper understanding of the human predicament in the 21st century. He shared with them, as a ‘co-traveler’, his insights and discussed the possible resolution of complex human issues. Some of his most impressive talks are now available on YouTube.

All through this time Rajesh remained closely connected with friends and associates in the KFI, bringing whatever impetus he could to deepening the dialogue among trustees, as also among principals and teachers of KFI schools. He remained deeply concerned about the possibility that persons and places Krishnamurti had nurtured in his life-time may grow into centres of light in a darkening world. 

Rajesh Dalal through youth, middle age and the beginnings of old age never lost the boyishness innate to his being.  The secret of his being, if one may be allowed to venture a guess of this kind, was an unshakeable faith in human nature and a total absence of malice.

Radhika Herzberger
Alok Mathur

WALKING DOWN the straight road on a lovely morning, it was spring, and the sky was extraordinarily blue; there wasn't a cloud in it, and the sun was just warm, not too hot. It felt nice. And the leaves were shining and a sparkle was in the air. It was really a most extraordinarily beautiful morning. The high mountain was there, impenetrable, and the hills below were green and lovely. And as you walked along quietly, without much thought, you saw a dead leaf, yellow and bright red, a leaf from the autumn. How beautiful that leaf was, so simple in its death, so lively, full of the beauty and vitality of the whole tree and the summer. Strange that it had not withered. Looking at it more closely, one saw all the veins and the stem and the shape of that leaf. That leaf was all the tree.
…Once, walking along a lane, one heard behind one a chant, melodious, rhythmic, with the ancient strength of Sanskrit. One stopped and looked round. An eldest son, naked to his waist, was carrying a terracotta pot with a fire burning in it. He was holding it in another vessel and behind him were two men carrying his dead father, covered with a white cloth, and they were all chanting. One knew what that chant was, one almost joined in. They went past and one followed them. They were going down the road chanting, and the eldest son was in tears. They carried the father to the beach where they had already collected a great pile of wood and they laid the body on top of that heap of wood and set it on fire. It was all so natural, so extraordinarily simple: there were no flowers, there was no hearse, there were no black carriages with black horses. It was all very quiet and utterly dignified. And one looked at that leaf, and a thousand leaves of the tree. The winter brought that leaf from its mother on to that path and it would presently dry out completely and wither, be gone, carried away by the winds and lost.
As one looked at that dead leaf with all its beauty and colour, maybe one would very deeply comprehend, be aware of, what one's own death must be, not at the very end but at the very beginning. Death isn't some horrific thing, something to be avoided, something to be postponed, but rather something to be with day in and day out. And out of that comes an extraordinary sense of immensity.
Krishnamurti to Himself

RAJESH DALAL, a young technocrat who had just graduated from the Indian Institute of Technology, Kanpur, came to Rajghat to hear Krishnaji speak. Attracted by the depth and relevance of Krishnaji's teaching, he was the first of the young academics and professionals to turn away from a career and join as a teacher in Krishnaji's schools.
Krishnaji's visit to Rajghat in November 1976 led to Rajesh's first meeting with him. He went to Krishnaji's room, rather excited, a little nervous at the idea of meeting the “great one.” Krishnaji met him at the door, took him by the hand, and led him to the veranda overlooking the Ganga and the garden. They sat on a divan, and Krishnaji said, "Sir, please don't feel shy." He started to ask about Rajesh's life, where he was born, the house he lived in, his parents, his school. His presence was so reassuring that Rajesh rambled on, talking about himself; in his words, "forgetting who I was talking to. It was like talking to someone who was an intimate close friend. When I told him that in school and college I had always played with objects, people, ideas, numbers, words, and so on, he seemed to be happy and said, That is good'." Krishnaji suddenly became very quiet and serious. Rajesh grew acutely conscious of the silence and was deeply affected by it. He became aware of the sun setting and "the radiance of the pink gold of the ripples in the water." He perceived the movement of the peepul leaves as the breezes played through them and listened to the sound of the peacock's call. They sat about four minutes without a word. Rajesh looked at Krishnaji once or twice, expecting him to break the silence, which he was finding too much to bear. He was beginning to realize the immensity of the person sitting beside him, and the intimacy which they had shared gave way to a feeling within him of immense awe. He saw Krishnaji as part of the river, of the peepul tree and the birds flying over it. "It was the awe which you feel when you are face to face with something unknown, something very profound."
Suddenly, he heard Krishnaji's voice. "Look Rajesh, the world is in darkness. It is mad. The violence you see all around you is crazy. And these places Rajghat, Rishi Valley, Brockwood Park, and Ojai – have to become centers of light.” When Rajesh assured Krishnaji that this was the only thing that truly and deeply mattered in his life, there was a gentle yet enigmatic smile on Krishnaji's face.
To Rajesh it was a downpour of affection and blessing. He experienced a quiet alertness and went back to his room very aware of everything around him – the roses, boats on the river, and squirrels playing with each other.
The mind was more alive than it had ever been.


– Pupul Jayakar, J Krishnamurti A Biography

Thursday, 6 March 2014

Remembering Rajesh Dalal

Rajesh Dalal

It is such an irony of fate that we realise the strength of a bond with somebody only after getting the shock of losing him forever. This is exactly how it happened since the news of Rajeshji leaving us forever came to me. It was as unexpected as it was untimely. It shook me out of my slumber. Taking life for granted and expecting its movement according to our assumptions is perhaps the most primitive form of ignorance.

I could never have enough of him. He was one of the very few persons in the Krishnamurti circle that one longed to interact with. Right from the first time when I saw him there was this irresistible urge to engage him in a dialogue. The first time we met it was more of an assault on him by a group of four of us who wanted to challenge and test his understanding of the teachings and the level of his commitment to K's Vision. As if we were the most knowledgeable and committed disciples of K.


He took the unexpected confrontation in his stride and very patiently gracefully answered all our questions. We had a secret desire to defeat him, to prove our own insight and understanding and dislodge him from his place of pride in the inner circle of Krishnamurti's disciples. That would somehow give us a chance to claim that position at least in our own imagination . He was the youngest of them and looked a very attractive target.

We also held him in some awe at the same time, knowing his background and the way he took the plunge into the world of radical ideas, uncommon lingo and highly unstructured and formless form of K' teachings.

His straight and direct gaze, probing and piercing eyes (that did not hurt) and a spontaneous laughter made him very distinct. He had no fences and no defences and that instantly unarmed anyone who would have a confrontationist approach, though I never saw any one having that attitude towards him except a few diehards like us.

His talks were marked at times for the contrast of simplicity of language and complexity of the theme which could make it very arduous for the speaker but the listener was put at ease and saved some mental strain. His artistic hands came to his help in keeping us attentive when he tried to unravel a complex theme.

His demeanour was very genuine and his charm natural. He was never pretentious and would not exhibit authority over the teachings in spite of being very deeply involved in them at every moment of his waking life.
His lectures were not oratorical but eloquent. He was not verbose and there never was an effort to  cast a spell or create an impression. Words never flew out of his mind but came from the depths of his heart. All his energy would be directed to keep the discourse constantly evolving while moving steadily around the center.

Total integrity in thought and expression, concern and articulation was the hallmark of his speech . tentative pronouncements in spite of a deep understanding of life and an unwavering faith in the path less journey, made him truly unique and distinguished.

His simplicity was not adorned, he really was simple and self effacing without being reticent.
So much so that his presence as a guest in our home would be hardly felt. He came like the soft breeze and left without leaving any mark.

I personally had some very lengthy arguments with him at times and stuck to my guns but he never showed any exasperation or lost interest. As if it was his Dharma to indulge us as much as we wanted. As if there was no other purpose of his being there. That put us so much at ease with him that at times we transgressed the limits of propriety in claiming on his time and energy.

It is difficult to define him in parts but at the same time its so easy to define him in totality as a very loveable human being. Genuine and true to the core. No false pretence, affectionately impersonal and devoid of any rancour. Every time I met him it was like the first meeting as though he did not form any permanent impression about me, good or bad. As if he did not carry any picture of mine in his mind. As if he did not form any fixed idea on the basis of past experience or heresy. Of course he recognised me well enough as a friend of the foundation but that was that.

Was he not thus a living embodiment of the teachings to an extent ?
He certainly was and I am sure in many more ways than what one could fathom. because, no matter for how long one had known him, his magnetic force never ceased to draw us naturally towards him.

I will always miss him at the K centres yet feel his unobtrusive presence around at the same time.

Naveen Tewari
Lucknow

Saturday, 1 March 2014

Revered Rajesh Dalal

                                                                               
                                                               ……….
We regret to inform you that our beloved Rajesh Dalal expired on 25th February 2014. We want further to inform you that his cremation would take place around 2:30 P.M on Thursday, 27th February.
The cremation will take place at “the Baneswar Crematorium” near Talegaon Dabhabe(Pune).
&
A condolence meeting will be held between 5 and 7 P.M on Sunday, 2nd March at “the society hall” of Lake Paradise Society, Opposite of CRPF camp, Talegaon Dabhade, on old Pune Mumbai highway.
………
Friends of Rajesh Dalal
Twin Bungalow No.12, Lake Paradise Society, Opposite of CRPF camp, Talegaon Dabhade,
Pune-410507
Pune, Maharastra, India -410507

Contact: +91-8888535254

Email: friendsofrajeshdalal@gmail.com

Memoirs

 Dear Friend,

You are one of those who had the good fortune of coming into intimate contact with Rajesh Jee. Naturally, you must be having fond memories of your experiences of meetings with him. Perhaps something extraordinary might have transpired between you two. And you may like to share with friends your feelings of touching and transforming moments of your life with Rajesh Jee.
We would love to hear from you.

With love and regards,

Friends of Rajesh Dalal
Email: friendsofrajeshdalal@gmail.com
Blog: http://friendsofrajeshdalal.blogspot.in

Offering

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और आखिरी मुलाकात (दिसम्बर, २०१३) में राजेश ने मुझसे कहा: नो गुड बाय, चैतन्यलगता है जैसे हम कुछ कभी समझ ही नहीं सकते ... कहने वाला समझता है, ही सुनने वाला ... बस कोई बात आती और चली जाती है… 

हर बात में ऐसा कुछ होता है जो समझ से बाहर होता है...उसने अलविदा कहा नहीं, और फिर भी अलविदा कह गया

राजेश तो चला गया पर फिर भी उसका बहुत कुछ छूटा रह गया है.  
राजघाट से गंगा को निहारती उसकी आँखें, दुनिया को बदलने का उसका सपना, वहाँ की पत्तियों पर, वहाँ की मिटटी पर उसके पैरों के निशान, वहाँ की हवा में गूंजते उसके कभी थमने वाले सवाल...आग का कोई बिंदु बनाने की उसकी कोशिश जिसके चारों और जुट सकें उस आग के साथी ...  

आई आई टी कानपुर जैसी जगह से डिग्री लेने के बाद, कभी भी कोई नौकरी करना, और अपनी पूरी ज़िन्दगी समाज को  बदलने की बातें करना, इंसान की चेतना में बदलाव की ज़रूरत पर बोलते रहना , लोगों से मिलनाऐसी ऊर्जा के साथ कि सामने वाला हिल जाए। इसी मकसद में साथ पूरी दुनिया में चलते चले जाना ... बस इन्ही बातों के साथराजेश और क्या था ? एक थमने वाला तूफ़ान, आँखों में जलती हुई मासूमियत और झकझोर देने वाले सवालों के सिवाय और क्या था  …ऐसे सवाल जो आपके सारे मतों को झुलसा डालें

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