Chinese and Indian Food

There’s ancient diplomacy brewing between the two great nations, not to mention the difference both these remarkable civilization enjoyed.

The difference between China and India is like difference between Jiva and Aatma – Time and timeless, the human and the abhuman. To the heaven, the earth is also heaven, but for the Earth, there is earth and there is heaven, the two never meeting, excepting the Emperor or in Mao Tse Tung. Nehru never believed that the world was real, despite his 5 year plans, but Mao believed he could transform China into heaven. For the China is essentially Confucian, as we all know – of China, education makes a man: and of India, wisdom is the man. The one invented books – the other rasas, that is the means of dissolution. 

Mao would be laid in mausoleum, and Nehru’s body be burned in Yamuna. India is no country, it’s a metaphor. China is the country, the house with a wall, and well planned. So much so indeed, in China you burry the dead under your floor, such that you could speak to your ancestors , when the time came, of your marriages and births (or even the gain or loss of a lawsuit). In India birth and death are equally unimportant, the birthless and the deathless, true meaning. France is between both of them.

There are no Indians, India is no country…India is a metaphor. Wheresoever one dissolves is India – every thought when purely understood is India. When Camus knows he is Camus, that is, there is no Camus, Camus becomes and Indian, So everyone is Indian, that Chinese is an Indian.