I am quite keen on monotony altogether: Give me a slow journey
down the Nile from Juba towards Khartoum through neverending papyrus reeds; our
pirogue trip between Djenné and Mopti over New Year in 2005-6; the crossing of the
Nullabor plane in 1979; spending a month crossing the rain forests of the north
eastern corner of the then Zaire (in 1974). I have a yearning to do the
Transibirian Railway too... Yes, I know these are journeys, not Koran readings,
but it is all a question of sublime monotony.
Monotony becomes a sort of meditation: or rather an inspiration.
With sublime monotony in some form- landscape or lengthy incomprehensible
readings of sacred texts the mind can just wander off and become replenished.
New and interesting ideas have the time to spring up. Lovely new frocks come to
mind. The meaning of life become clearer in just one such monotonous Koran
reading session. Because what is the meaning of life? Isn’t it just that
however alien this Fatia may be, I
understand perfectly why we are all here in this wonderful city of Djenné, we are all human beings that want to reach for
the divine in whatever way we may be able to understand it...