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Showing posts with label philosophy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label philosophy. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 18, 2026

Thorn In My Side

 







13.5x10 inches; Pen and ink over graphite pencil on tinted drawing paper (Click on image to enlarge)

It's not guilt or a tug of war
Between the heart and the head,
Neither a moral check mate!
But what it is, is a ticking reminder
Of my most intimate dread,
Of becoming like those I negate,
Enslaved by fame, greed and power
Throttling my humanity dead!
Better to suffer this thorn in my fate
Than to become a vicious gardener,
Growing thorns in every flower bed!

Thursday, June 21, 2018

Chhinnamasta / Chinnamasta






20.5x28.5 inches; Pen drawing on handmade paper with watercolour wash (Click on image to enlarge)
SOLD. In private collection

Chhinnamasta / Chhinnamastika  / Chhinnamunda

Chhinnamasta is one of the most mysterious, misunderstood and feared Tantric goddesses. She has been shrouded with such enigma and she inspires so much dread in the heart of people because of her sexually explicit and violent iconography.

Traditionally Chinnamasta has been imagined as a young woman who has beheaded herself. This scene is mostly set in a wild and unfriendly landscape with a river flowing in the foreground, or in the midst of the cremation ground. The Devi is mostly represented in the nude with her genitals either covered or visible. She has blood red or dark blue skin but she has been described as glowing like a thousand suns! She has a scimitar / a pair of scissors / a sharp weapon in her right hand with which she has chopped off her own head, which she holds in her left hand. She is often represented with four hands instead of two. She has companions, the two Yoginis named Varnini and Dakini, who are also depicted without a shred of clothing, holding a weapon in one hand. From the wounded neck of the Devi, three streams of blood spurt out like a fountain. Two of these streams feed her companions and one stream feeds the Devi’s own decapitated head. Chhinnamasta wears ornaments of skulls and snakes and so does her companions. She is either depicted as standing or sitting on a copulating couple, mostly identified as the couple Kama and Rati, who symbolize erotic love and desire in Hindu mythology, with Rati on top. In some traditional representations, Krishna and Radha take their place. In certain variations of this iconography, Chhinnamasta is shown to be engaged in coitus sitting on Shiva’s phallus, while Shiva lies prone under her headless body. Depending on the surroundings of the scene, either this entire group is placed on a lotus or a cremation pyre.

Such explicit imagery surely provides enough fodder for speculation and centuries of speculation has given rise to awe and fear for this goddess who doesn’t think twice before cutting off her own head. The question is, ‘Why is such a violent and sexually explicit imagery required to depict the essence of this goddess?’ To find answers one has to delve deeper into the interpretation of the symbols that this iconography represents and how it challenges our understanding of life, death and sexuality.

Primarily, Chhinnamasta is part of the ten incarnations of Mahadevi (The great untamed goddess Aditi, the eternal feminine who, much like Visnu, is believed to maintain the cosmic order.) which forms the group known as Dasa Mahavidyas, which means the ‘ten great cosmic wisdoms’. She also appears in tantric Buddhism. She is known as Chhinnamunda, a form of Vajrayogini. Scholars believe she first appeared in Buddhism before entering the Hindu tradition. The iconography of this goddess in Buddhism is very similar, except she is not depicted as standing on top of a copulating couple.

Chhinnamasta’s origin has been related in the Pranatosini-tantra, Pancharatna Grantha and Svatantra Tantra. With minor variations all these books relate the tale of goddess Parvati, the reincarnation of Sati and the eternal feminine power (Shakti), who once went bathing with her two Yogini followers, Dakini and Varnini. While bathing Parvati was overcome by erotic desires, which made the colour of her skin to change to a darker hue. The two Yoginis were hungry and appealed to the goddess to provide them with nourishment. She suggested that they wait until they returned home to satisfy their hunger. But for some cosmic reason her companions were unable to delay their cravings for nourishment and begged the merciful goddess for immediate satiation. The goddess rose to the need of the moment and severed her own head with a sharp instrument and let her blood flow to nourish her companions. Her severed head attained a trance like state and she also drank of her own blood. Thus Chhinnamasta was revealed to the world. Once their hunger was satisfied, the goddess became whole again and returned to her previous form of Parvati.

Chhinnamasta embodies the age old wisdom of people who have been connected to nature. She reveals the intricate relationship between life, sexual energy and death. Life needs to end, die and decay to provide nourishment for new life to begin. Death nourishes new life and life harbours death. It is an eternal cycle of transformation. Chhinnamasta’s image shows contradicting forces working together. It shows giving and taking, creation and destruction, and life and death without making it obvious who is the receiver and who is the giver. Her image depicts the cyclical nature of the universe and how seemingly opposite forces work in unison to maintain the cosmic balance. The nudity and dishevelled hair associated with Chhinnamasta’s image reveal her sense of untamed freedom and rejection of societal values. She is seen both as the embodiment of sexual energy as well as the channel through which sexual desire can be transformed into spiritual energy. She is Kundalini uncoiled.

If we delve into the psychological impact of Chhinnamasta’s imagery, we come to understand why people fear and reject the concept of a headless deity. It is the suggestion of ‘lack of identity’, which people instantly associate with their own person and become defensive. This is symbolic of detaching the ego or existential identity from one’s body. A body without a head is just a bundle of meat.  In our mundane world where existence is everything, and our way of thinking is largely based on rationale and logic, losing one’s head is equated with insanity and losing touch with apparent reality. In such a world, Chhinnamasta poses a huge challenge to our perception of reality. In the path of spiritual awakening this self sacrifice, symbolized by the decapitation, suggests the separation of the mind from the body, which sets the consciousness free from the traps of the physical body. The ego has to be sacrificed to nourish spiritual hunger. Hunger itself is a metaphor in this tale of Chhinnamasta. It is physical, emotional and spiritual.

Most Hindu deities face their devotees, so that the devotees feel reassured by the fact that the deity is looking at them and hence listening to their prayers and blessing them. In case of Chhinnamasta, she faces her own body. She breaks the duality of external gaze and prods us to look inside our own mind. This is indicative that the answers we are looking for are within us. No external force can help us find spiritual enlightenment if we do not seek it within ourselves and the path of such spiritual awakening will only manifest once we have detached our mind from all form and thought and sacrificed our ego in the process.

References: 
Book - Chinnamasta: The Aweful Buddhist and Hindu Tantric Goddess, Author – Elisabeth Anne Benard.

Tuesday, May 5, 2015

Amba


12x12 inches; Watercolour and Pen drawing on executive bond paper with (Click on image to enlarge)
SOLD. In private collection

Unwanted
Uprooted
Patronized
Tolerated
And yet unwanted
Bounced
From court
To court
Invalidated
In Love rejected
Undesired
Of being
Of soul
Denied
Defined Of existence
Limited
Constrained
Mutilated
Defamed
By vows and absence
Embraced
Consoled
Nurtured
Rejuvenated
Blooming in self love
Revolting
Offending
Sacrificing
Disregarding
What’s dictated from above
Defying
Denying
Slaughtering
Castrating
What’s accepted as respectable

Amba stands

Unchallenged
Yet vulnerable.

- Rudra Kishore Mandal

Tuesday, December 10, 2013

The Dance


20.5x28.5 inches; Pen drawing on handmade paper with watercolour wash (Click on image to enlarge)


Dance of the light
Through the darkness,
It takes flight.

It is just but a transcended motion,
A bliss in the illusion of an heightened emotion.

As the momentary emotion stills
Tearing down the illusion

With a bliss called nothingness it fills.

- Kayomus Kamakhan

Tuesday, December 3, 2013

Cause And Effect


20.5x28.5 inches; Pen drawing on handmade paper with watercolour wash (Click on image to enlarge)

A moth... beautiful with silky golden wings outlined in dark brown velvety down, fluttering in my room and suddenly caught in a spider's silky web, is unable to understand why its flight was unexpectedly interrupted. It flutters a little more pulling at the fine silken threads and unwittingly informing the predatory spider that a victim has just landed on its net. I see the spider progress towards the helplessly struggling moth, cautious enough not to break any of the threads, which holds its victim tangled. Pity suddenly swells up in my heart for the moth, knowing that a thing of such beauty and full of life is going to meet a painful and slow death. I intervene. I reach out and scoop the moth out of the web, scaring the spider away which scurries away deeper within its own web as if to protect itself from me. The moth flutters in the cup of my hand with renewed vigor as if trying to celebrate its new found life force. I look adoringly at it for a few moments and take it to an open window. I set it free... and it flutters away towards the mango tree... its wings shining like a spark of sunlight on this cloudy day... and then nothing....the spark is extinguished in a blink. A finch snatches the moth away in mid flight, perches itself on a nearby branch, looks at me, mocking me as it devours the moth entirely. Life and death, the cycle of cause and effect!