About the Ashram’s secretaries:<\/i>
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… I scold him everyday and tell him he is wasting my time. And he looks surprised!
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Yesterday again, a matter had been fully put in order: I had answered in two words (you see, for me it takes a second to decide; I told him, “This and that must be done – that’s all,” and it was all), and he goes on reading me all the arguments from everyone’s letters! I told him, “But why are you wasting all my time!” So he looked quite bewildered, as if I had told him something that had never occurred to him.<\/p>\n
With him, anything simple becomes complicated.<\/i><\/p>\n
I thought that was my own particular experience reserved for me! … I thought he had scruples and wanted me to know everything people write – but that’s absurd!
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When someone reads me a letter, you understand, I make contact, I catch a few words, and then it’s all settled. And the decision comes or doesn’t come from here – it comes. And once I have announced the decision, it’s settled. But they all go on reading the letter! I say, “Good Lord! What’s the use? It’s all words and sentences.”<\/p>\n
For him, things have to follow their full course, point by point, and he adds to it!<\/i><\/p>\n
But the world will never be changed!<\/p>\n
For years now, every time I go near him and I am put in<\/i><\/p>\n
\n Page 216<\/font><\/p>\n contact with things of this sort, I get dreadfully tired.<\/i><\/p>\n<\/p>\n He tires me dreadfully, but I thought that was particular to me.<\/p>\n No, no!<\/i><\/p>\n When I had my eyes, I had no secretaries, I didn’t let anyone touch my things, but the work was done in a minute. With a letter, for example, I would look just there (Mother shows little flashes of light at different spots in the letter), <\/i>and I knew I had to read there, I had to read here, I had to read there. That way it’s fine. I would read the whole letter only if it was someone with a concise and clear mind and who really had something to say. But otherwise, when you see it’s chatter, what’s the use? For me the work has become perhaps a hundred times more difficult since I stopped seeing by myself. And, of course, what they read to me goes through the thought of the one who reads – which generally shrouds it in fog and prevents me from seeing it. When someone reads Sri Aurobindo to me, even someone who understands him, there is always a cloud. So sometimes I lose patience, I take a magnifying glass and read, and as soon as I read, I see (gesture of something leaping to the eyes): <\/i>“Ah, here it is!” I see the thing immediately, and it’s luminous, it’s clear. It must have been a great punishment – I don’t know who punished me! (Laughing) <\/i>Probably myself, because I have put too much strain on my eyes. But the work takes me at least ten times longer. (silence)<\/i> … It’s a bit stupefying. No, I have noticed, the only thing that tires is time. Which means that if one could work while keeping one’s eternal rhythm, that would be perfect – whether one does one thing or another (one always does something) doesn’t matter at all; but the horrible thing is to be hurried all the time – people hurry you, time hurries you; so you are forced to do more things than you should in a given time, and that’s very tiring. I don’t know…. It’s difficult. Page 217<\/font><\/p>\n <\/b><\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" August 14, 1965 About the Ashram’s secretaries: … I scold him everyday and tell him he is wasting my time. And he looks surprised! Yesterday…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[143],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-6173","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-06-volume-06","wpcat-143-id"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6173","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=6173"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6173\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6173"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6173"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/worksofthemotherandsriaurobindo.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6173"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
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