Tim Parks - The Server

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Sex is forbidden at the Dasgupta Institute. So what is the sparkling, magnetically attractive Beth Marriot doing here? Why is a young woman whose irrepressible vitality and confident ego were once set on conquest and stardom, now spending month after month serving in the vegetarian kitchen of a bizarrely severe Buddhist retreat?
Beth is fighting demons: a catastrophic series of events has undermined all prospect of happiness. Trauma leaves her no alternative but to bury herself in the austere asceticism of a community that wakes at 4am, doesn't permit eye contact, let alone speech, and keeps men and women strictly segregated. But the curious self dies hard. Conflicted and wayward, Beth stumbles on a diary and cannot keep away from it, or the man who wrote it. And the more she yearns for the purity of the retreat's silent priestess, the more she desires the priestess herself.
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‘I’m off food. I want to purify myself.’

Mrs Harper smiled. She was firm. ‘Fasting is not allowed at the Dasgupta, Elisabeth. You must go and eat now.’

And she meant that to be the end of the conversation. Fasting is not allowed, that’s what it says in the Dasgupta Institute rule book, so there is no need for discussion. Whenever you talk to the people who count at the Dasgupta, they close the conversation quickly. It’s not that they don’t want to help you. They have a whole schedule of times when you can go and talk to them. One day when I’ve thought of the right question I’ll go and talk to Mi Nu. But they always close the conversation quickly. There’s a rule, so obey it. Things are clear at the Dasgupta. Discussion would inflame the mind. They identify your problem and provide the solution: meditate. If you’re in pain, make an objective note, say to yourself, Pain, pain, not my pain. If distracting thoughts keep churning in your head, say, Thoughts, thoughts, not my thoughts. And that’s that. They see you are breaking a rule and very politely they remind you not to.

‘Fasting is forbidden, Elisabeth. Now let’s be silent again.’

‘Why is it forbidden?’

I do want to be like them. I want to have what they have, to sit stiller than still, like Mi Nu. Only someone perfectly peaceful inside could sit so still for so long. But I need to provoke them too. I want to make them squirm.

‘Tell me why it’s forbidden.’

Mrs Harper was smiling her surprised smile. She’s like a headmistress with a favourite who’s got into mischief.

‘We’re not masochists, Elisabeth. We don’t believe in punishing ourselves. That’s not the way to purity.’

‘I eat like a pig,’ I told her. ‘I hate myself.’

She cocked her head on one side.

‘Look, I’ve done some bad stuff,’ I went on. ‘But really bad. I don’t want to be reincarnated as a pig!’

I meant it, but then I couldn’t help laughing. I spluttered. Mrs Harper said nothing.

‘You’ve no idea,’ I wailed. ‘I’m sure I’ll be better if I don’t eat for a week or so. Just let me starve for a week. I’ve got to do something about myself. I want to be pure.’

Mrs Harper said, ‘Not eating after noon every day is purification enough, Elisabeth. The important thing is to learn to eat with moderation. Starving yourself will only lead to pride and self-importance.’

‘But that’s the point,’ I yelled. ‘I can’t do anything with moderation. I just can’t.’

I burst into tears. She said nothing, but I knew she was watching me. I stopped and snuffled. She offered a tissue.

‘You see,’ I told her, ‘I’m such a drama queen.’

‘You’ll learn,’ Mrs Harper said. ‘That’s what the Dasgupta’s for. Actually, you are already learning, Elisabeth, you’re already changing. Now you want to speed up that change. You want to purify yourself all at once. That’s understandable, but it is a mistake. Change comes at its own pace. Meditate and observe, Elisabeth. Develop your equanimity. Observe yourself as you are and as you change with an equanimous mind. There is no hurry.’

If Mi Nu had told me this I’m sure I would have found it very beautiful. I was furious.

‘I killed someone,’ I told her. ‘That’s why I came here. Someone died because of me. Maybe more than one. That’s why I’ve got to purify myself. OK?’

Mrs Harper sighed. Her shapeless chest rose and fell in her grey dress. She thought for a moment then said: ‘I am not your confessor, Elisabeth. There is no God seeking to punish you. There is no priest to absolve you. For the moment it’s enough for you to know that fasting is forbidden at the Dasgupta Institute.’

Lunch was almost over. She pointed the way and led me to the dining hall. I filled my plate with curried pasta, helped myself to a mountain of apple pie and ate like a hog.

Your Pain is a Door

MY DIARIST WISHES he hadn’t come. He’s angry. He hates the evening videos, the Dasgupta discourses. He can’t sit still. His legs and back are killing him.

Ninety minutes. And the man’s so damn smug. As if we were in a Bombay Rotary in the sixties .

That made me laugh. Dad was a Rotary fanatic. The diarist is looking for an excuse to leave.

You chose the worst time to come here. You were running away. Too bad you can’t run away from your thoughts .

These few words filled a whole page. He really scribbles sometimes, like he’s writing in a big hurry. Actually, you can’t run away from the Dasgupta either. Not easily. They won’t let you have your mobiles and credit cards back without an almighty grilling. ‘Leaving now you are putting yourself in danger.’ I’ve heard Harper say that. ‘You came here to change the way you think and live. You made a solemn vow that you would stay the whole ten days. Strong in that knowledge, we began a delicate operation on your thought processes, an operation that penetrates to the core of your mind. Going now is like walking out in the middle of brain surgery.’

Harper sounds pretty convincing when he says this stuff. And it’s true your mind changes here, deep inside. The diarist keeps talking about his GREAT DILEMMA. He can’t concentrate on his breathing. He can’t want to concentrate. Your life has come to nothing. One bad decision after another . He hates himself. UNFINISHED BUSINESS . The capitals are huge.

I flicked back and forth through the pages but couldn’t find what the dilemma was. There’s stuff about a company going under, someone called Susie throwing away her talent. Flushing it down the toilet . Two people he talks about with initials T and L. I reckon L must be his wife. Laura? Linda? Lucy?

Actually, I love the scenes when someone tries to bail out of the Dasgupta. Harper & Co. do everything they can to stop the other meditators noticing, but sometimes there’s real drama. ‘You’re all fucking loonies!’ one guy yelled, right in the middle of Strong Determination. He stood up and kicked away his cushion. Fantastic. Sometimes I think if all the first-timers could share how bad they felt trying to sit cross-legged all day, I mean if there wasn’t the Noble Silence and they could all just shout it out, ‘My ankles are killing me, my knees are killing me, my thighs are torturing me, my back is on fire, my thoughts are pile drivers,’ maybe we’d get a stampede and a hundred and forty people would break down the door and grab their stuff and get the hell out.

Why does it cheer me up imagining that? Sometimes I grin and chuckle and hum an old favourite, ‘The Kids Aren’t Alright’. ‘2 Minutes to Midnight’. Why, though? I’m not a prisoner here. I can walk out any time I want. Servers don’t take a vow to stay. We’re here of our own free will. Some only stay the weekend, to help out and meditate a bit, or they come whenever they have some time off, then go when they want. There’s no pressure. We have free access to the locker room, to any stuff we’ve stowed. The truth is I never dream of leaving. Maybe this is the question I could ask Mi Nu: Why do I love imagining trouble if I know I’m better off when everything is quiet?

I stayed in his room about fifteen minutes. I was too flustered to read carefully. They’d definitely ask me to leave if they caught me here. It’s more than against the rules. Last month they asked a guy to leave when he told Harper he was attracted to one of the girl servers and wanted to invite her out after the retreat was over. He hoped she would become his wife. They sent him packing the same day. ‘There is no place for sentimental longings at the Dasgupta,’ Harper told him. I thought ‘longings’ sounded weird. The girl was Italian. Aurora. What a great name. When she found out, she said, ‘Why he must tell Mr Harper if he is wanting to marry me ? What an idiota !’ We giggled for days.

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