Gandhi named the book of his autobiography "My Experiments with Truth," not "My Discovery of Truth" or "The Truth I Learned," but experiments —plural, ongoing, fallible. He approached life like a scientist approaches a lab: with hypotheses to test, failures to document, variables to adjust. He experimented with the spinning wheel: what happens to a nation's soul when it produces its own cloth? Or what happens to a person if he limits himself to wearing just two pieces of clothing—a dhoti and a shawl? What happens if dissent and resistance hold on to non-violent means? What happens if people practice civil disobedience when the laws become oppressive and unfair? Perhaps the most dangerous thing we do on days like, Gandhi Jayanti is to celebrate him as if he is a finished work. As if non-violence has won, permanently. He'd likely find our veneration more troubling than our criticism—because worship puts an end to inquiry, and inquiry was his religio...
We, as humans, are rational, political, spiritual, social, and psychological beings; with strong longing for aesthetics, freedom, survival, and going beyond. We need doses of INSPIRATIONS, and vital SUPPORT SYSTEMS almost daily. A book, an art, a person, an idea, an example, etc. could be, on the one hand, an inspiration (SPRINGBOARD) when we do not know how to jump up to the next step; on the other hand, could be a support system (WALKING STICK) when we are vulnerable and prone to fall.