Showing posts with label relevance of myth. Show all posts
Showing posts with label relevance of myth. Show all posts

Saturday, 21 March 2026

[Blog] Myth and Modernity: Kaliya Mardhana and the Afterlife of Fear

 


Myth and Modernity: Kaliya Mardhana and the Afterlife of Fear
Modern psychology offers a useful vocabulary for what happens to us under threat: fight, flight, or freeze. These are adaptive responses, mechanisms by which the self seeks survival in the face of danger.
But myth often asks a deeper question. Not just how do we survive threat? but what do we become when threat remains unresolved?
The story of Kaliya Mardhana can be read in exactly these terms.
Kaliya is not a figure of abstract evil, initially. He is first a being under assault. Garuda persecutes him relentlessly, and so Kaliya does what the vulnerable often do - he flees. He leaves his native waters and hides in the Yamuna. This is flight in its pure form.
But escape is not the same as freedom.
What follows is a kind of freeze. Kaliya, though no longer under attack, his inner world remains organized by fear. The danger has passed, but its structure remains alive within him.
And then the story makes its most perceptive move: fear does not remain fear forever. Prolonged and unprocessed, it often hardens into aggression.
Kaliya begins poisoning the river. Symbolically, this is profound. He does not simply protect himself; he turns the environment into an extension of his wound. His trauma transforms the atmosphere. Fish, birds, trees, cattle, children—everything suffers. The myth refuses the comforting fiction that pain stays private. Unresolved fear reorganizes the world around it.
This is what makes Kaliya such a modern figure. His aggression is not original strength but defensive excess. His venom is fear that has stopped fleeing and begun to fortify itself.
At this point, a predictable story would answer force with greater force. But Krishna does something else.
He enters the poisoned waters, ascends Kaliya’s hoods, and dances.
Krishna neither recoils from the danger nor does he mirror its psychology He pits rhythm against frenzy, composure against toxicity, order against fear. If Garuda represents the logic of overpowering, Krishna represents the logic of transformation.
And then the story goes further still. Krishna does not merely subdue Kaliya; he addresses the original condition of fear. Kaliya is sent back, under protection, to his rightful home. The symptom is restrained, but the cause is also answered.
How often, in leadership, in institutions, in relationships, do we encounter people whose destructiveness is really armoured fear? How often do we answer by escalating force, assuming pressure is the only language threat understands?
The Kaliya episode suggests otherwise.
The highest form of strength may be the capacity to enter a poisoned space without becoming poisonous oneself.
Not passivity.
Not indulgence.
Not naiveté.
But freedom.

Thursday, 26 February 2026

[Short Story] Lost in Translation

    

A very well-known later hagiographic story says that Kālidāsa was once dull-witted or uneducated, married to a learned woman, humiliated for his ignorance, and then received a sudden transformation after the grace of Goddess Kālī. This story explains his brilliance as pure divine blessing rather than training.  However, his works reveal an extraordinary mastery of Sanskrit grammar and prosody deep familiarity with Vedic, Upaniṣadic, and philosophical ideas refined knowledge of courtly life, politics, nature, astronomy, and aesthetics.

In the medieval legend of Kālidāsa and Princess Vidyottamā, the encounter that seals their marriage is not a spoken debate but a gesture exchange.

The princess, a formidable scholar, raises one finger, intending:

“Reality is one—Brahman.”

Kālidāsa, mistaken for a silent sage, raises two fingers, which she interprets as:

“Reality expresses itself as duality—Śiva and Śakti.”

She opens her palm—five fingers—to signify the five elements.

He responds with a closed fist, which she reads as:

“All multiplicity resolves back into unity.”

In truth, Kālidāsa is simply reacting instinctively, misunderstanding the gestures as threats to his eyes or face. The brilliance is projected, not spoken.

When I read this exchange, my mind threw up a delightful transposition a Him and Her story set in our times. Then the story practically wrote itself.

 


                                                         LOST IN TRANSLATION  

I have been married to Mandar for all of three months, and in that time, I have learned his coffee calibrations, and he knows mine. I know his brand of toothpaste, some of his favorite games. I am not quite sure if he knows mine. We are both engineers and we have learnt to see the world through numbers.

It is a Friday.

We are both working from home.

Guests are expected in the evening

Through the glass partition, Mandar mouths:

“Guests… Tonight. Food?"           

I stop mid-sentence; my mind clouded with the firefighting we are on. I crinkle my forehead and raise my index finger to say, “Hold on a sec!” I smile to ease his discomfort and mine. He smiles back, hesitates and then holds up two fingers. One dish. She’s maxed out. I’ll cover.

“What? What is he saying!” I blurt out to my embarrassment. Rishi who is sharing slides is perturbed. “Didn’t you get me Anya?”

I fumble for the right words and make an apology.

I notice Mandar still standing there although he gestures that he has to leave.

I take a step back. I do a quick math and decide; I should be done by 5 pm.  

I point to the clock and hold up five fingers.

“Five?” he gestures, looking quite crestfallen.

But before, I can respond, Tripti calls out, “What do you think Anya?”

I notice out of the corner of my eye, Mandar’s clenched fist. I look at him in confusion. “A fist? Really? What is he saying, power? We’ll land this? Well… That must be it…”   I smile, shake my head and continue into the mouth piece…”The problem areas… I feel are …”  

Mandar smiles. My smart wife thinks of everything. Of course we can’t stop with two dishes. One of the guests in vegan and the other eats gluten free. The third is on Keto. That would mean at least five dishes if I exclude the dessert. She is the dessert specialist anyway. The next hour is light. Let me get on to it…”

I stare helplessly after his retreating form.I enter the kitchen exactly at five. I almost faint. The counter is chaos—bowls, pans, spices, half-finished ideas everywhere.

A flushed Mandar looks up when he hears my footsteps and declares. “Just taste everything and tell me what works and what needs work!”

We tamely order pizza.

Vegan. Gluten-free. Regular.

The kitchen clean up would take up the remaining time.

Later, we have a great after dinner story to tell the guests. And I guess we will be telling it for a long time to come.

“You know,” I begin,  “When I showed one finger…”

Mandar laughs.

“I know. But two felt safer.”

“You are the ultimate Madar! You are the only person in the whole wide world who would take one sec to mean one dish!”

“Not to forget, 5 pm to mean 5 dishes!” he added sheepishly. 


 

As we settled into bed he grinned.

“Next time?”   

“We will text, till our fingers fall off!!”

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