3rd Soma vasara, Vaisakhi, 471 (3rd April, Monday, 471 CE)
Last night I learned that my wish of completing my work that I had started 28 days ago as a painter in the Ajanta caves, was put on hold- temporarily or permanently, I do not know. It was a job I was looking forward to finish because I hoped it was going to help me gain merit so I could get one step closer to breaking free from this vicious cycle of life, although nirvana seems far fetched for a lay Buddhist like myself. I was first introduced to Buddhism through pitrvya, my father’s brother who had subsequently gained a secure hold of the religion through Gautama Buddha’s series of direct disciples in Bodh Gaya. Although my uncle was open about his faith, his transfer of knowledge to me had to be a secret hidden from my Brahmin Hindu family. Our underground operation finally came out in the open when my father set up for me to marry the village chief’s daughter, Sakuntala. It meant that after the marriage I was to have a tremendous influence in the legal village matters. Political perks aside, I was awestruck by her beauty and grace. She had dark black hair up to her waist which were often tied in a bun right at her slim neck which rested on broad sturdy shoulders, almost seeming too heavy for her slender waist to carry. When her father invited my family and I to dinner to discuss the marriage proposal, she wore a saffron sari draped across her bosoms as a sign of chastity and respect. She wore jasmine and blood red hibiscus flowers in her hair bun, her bronze skin glowed like the sparkling water of the river Narmada, and if I were to honestly say, I was tempted. But I fought my human desires and quietly left my town of Avantika the next night to go to Ajanta at the advise of my uncle. He reassured me that he would arrange for my employment by the Vakataka Dynasty as a painter in the Buddhist caves. Although I was never professionally trained as an artist, I always had an artistic streak in me. I regularly helped the local artisans at Avantika in decorating temples of Vishnu and Shiva and so I was confident I would do a good job at representing Buddhism for generations to come. Inspired by the Buddha’s life himself, although nowhere in comparison to his greatness, I set out on my own journey of faith.
After traveling for 35 days I finally reached Ajanta and met with the chief officer responsible for the employment and housing of artists. With the help of pitrvya’s recommendation, the officer immediately arranged for my accommodation, briefed me about my upcoming work and showed me my new workplace and gave me written instructions on the techniques of painting murals, colour combination and rough sketches of the painting accompanied by the written Jataka which the painting would illustrate. My work site was the very first cave out of a total of 29 cut into a horseshoe shaped gorge in a plateau. Cave-I was special because it was funded by King Harisena of the Vakataka Dynasty. However, work at almost all of the other caves was halted or slowed down due lack of monetary funds caused by the current political tension between the Vakatakas and the Asmakas. The Asmakas who ruled just south of the Vakatakas had been threatening the region for a long time now, which led to a change in priorities of the local king Rishika. Instead of allocation of funds for the caves, money was put into military requirements halting work at most of the cave sites except for a few including cave-I since it was the donation of his overlord, King Harisena. And so during my visit to the caves with the chief officer, I noticed that apart from cave-I, work was going on in only two other caves which were almost on the opposite end of the horseshoe shaped gorge. Even within the first cave, I was informed that funding was reduced and so, many artists were forced to find employment elsewhere which led the chief officer to hire me since I was considerably cheaper (young and less experienced than many others) and willing to work at a meager salary in return.
Inside cave-I, there were already some paintings done, some abandoned half way by artists who could not afford to work for free after the reduction in monetary funds. The wall that I was to work on was on the left hand side of the main hall. Like all the other caves, there was barely any sunlight inside. The caves were lit up using torches along the corners of the hall. After examining closely, I noticed that all the walls of the cave had already been prepared for painting murals and frescoes with a layer of plaster of lime. This was a common practice in temples and caves. Before beginning to paint, the entire cavity of the cave would be plastered with lime and sand mixed in 1:2 ratio with water and made to stand for one week before plastering walls with at least two coats. Since the base layer had already been finished (which is the most labour intensive), I could start work right away if I wanted.
During the night, in the room in the Vihara given to me by my chief officer, I anxiously awaited the day. I thought that maybe I would have felt the same anxiety the night before my wedding if I had agreed to marry Sakuntala, but I quickly erased that thought and decided to immerse myself in work the next day.
The Mahajanaka legend had been among the first Jatakas I learned about as a new Buddhist. But to represent it in a sequence of illustrations was a feat I was yet to achieve in the next few months. The story of the Mahajanaka legend is that of two brothers, the older Kalyanakarin (noble doing) and younger, Papakarin (evil-doing) who set off on a voyage to obtain fortune after the death of their father. On their way back, Papakarin puts out his older brother’s eyes in order to keep all the fortune to himself and leaves his older brother to fend for himself away from their native land. Luckily for Kalyanakarin, he meets a princess who falls in love with him. Him and the princess get married and at the advice of the princess’ father, the King, Kalyanakarin regains his sight through satyakriya (the magic power of truth). Finally, the older brother Kalyanakarin returns to his homeland to rule his empire.
The story of the Mahajanaka legend is that of true inspiration. No matter what setbacks evil subjects one to, faith, honesty and nobility can help one overcome his obstacles and succeed. I decided to finish the black outline of my murals before filling them in with colour so that I could complete phase I (outlines) of the mural (which require black dye) before moving on to the filling which would be yellow, green, blue, red and possible combinations from them. Unlike black, these colours need to be in multiple layers in order to achieve a desired brightness in hue. And so I started with the outlines of the first image which was set on the ocean, the two brothers leaving for their journey to the land of the jewels. I imagined the two brothers looked apart from each other. The noble one had a more peaceful posture, expressions and considerably more beautiful than the evil, cunning Papakarin. And to mark the superiority of Kalyanakarin over his evil brother, the noble one wears a large crown whereas the evil brother wears a smaller crown.
Different parts of the Mahajanaka legend were not painted sequentially but instead were related spatially on the wall of the cave. It was during the time that I was outlining the image for the part of the legend where after Kalyanakarin regains his sight through Satyakriya, he is allowed by the princess’ father to go back to his homeland with the princess. And so with the King’s blessings, the noble brother and his wife ride out through the palace gates accompanied by a fan bearer, a parasol bearer and several musicians. Just when I had finished depiction of this particular scene, I was told by the chief officer that I could not continue my work.
The Asmaka’s threat to the security of the Vakataka Dynasty had increased so much that patronage to even the privileged royal caves like Cave-I where I had been working, had to be stopped. Although the halt in funds was forecasted to be temporary, I was asked to leave since I could not be employed even with a meager salary. However, the chief officer was generous enough to offer me to come back when funding would have resumed to continue the mural I had started that I loved so much. But other than reassurance, Ajanta had nothing more to offer me. I had no means of living and no skills at hand. The turmoil caused by the unrest between the two regions had destroyed the economy of the Kingdom leaving the population frazzled and insecure.
14rd Guru Vasara, Paush, 471 (14th December, Thursday, 471 CE)
With the few coins I had from my short-lived employment at Ajanta, I traveled for months surviving on food that was given to me by kind passers by, or rich merchants who wished to gain good karma. I tried valiantly to find peace for my soul but in vain. I was disappointed, depressed and tired. I could not handle the severity of the prolonged poverty. I missed my family, my home, the comfort, and most of all I missed Sakuntala. I wondered how she was, if she was married, maybe she had even become a mother. I wanted to go back to see her and tell her that yes indeed I wanted to marry her and that I was sorry for my cowardice for leaving without revealing my true faith. Ajanta was merely an escape route, a distraction from my carnal desires, an attempt at being a better Buddhist, a reason to immerse myself in spiritual work and understanding of the Buddha. I felt as if I was a hypocrite, to both Buddhism and my own family. But now that I had no escape, I lacked the physical as well as the emotional strength to overcome reality. So I succumbed to faith, and never felt the warmth of Sakuntala’s touch which I traded for a bigger, most supreme and the most ultimate achievement. I found moksha, liberation from samsara, the release of greed, temptation and suffering.
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