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MY PERSONAL LIFE
Interview with the Daily Sketch
London: 2 November 1931
Spiritual happiness - glories of nature — the English landscape
— painting — literature — poetry — sports — horses — marriage —
responsibilities of life.
First I would place spiritual happiness. A man must be at one
with God. This may sound old-fashioned to some people. A few
may think that they do not believe in God, and some others that
it matters little to the individual in his daily life how he stands
with regard to Him.
Ruling out the atheist, with whom a believer can no more
argue than he can discuss colour with a blind man, it is surely
strange that a believer in an omnipotent and ever-present Deity
should fail to realise that how we stand this instant and every
instant toward Him matters to us more than anything else in the
universe.
That is the fundamental question:— Are you in harmony with
God? If you are — you are happy.
Next I would place appreciation and enjoyment of the glories
of nature. All those sunrises and sunsets — all the intricate
miracle of sky colour, from dawn to dusk, All that splendid spend-
thrift beauty... . As a very rich man treasures the possession of
some unique picture, so a man should treasure and exult in the
possession — his individual possession — of the sights of this
unique world.
Those glories are his from dawn to dusk, and then ~ and then
comes night — “a night of stars — all eyes.” The fact that Mr. So-
and-So has weighed Orion in a scale and mapped beyond a
peradventure the path of the Pleiades does not destroy their
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magic. I look up at night and I know — I know the glory of the
stars. It is then that the stars speak to us — and the sense of that
mystery is in our blood.
There are other more homely delights in an English landscape
— twisting lanes with living leafy walls, villages clustered in a nook
of the hills, the soft undulation of down or moorland, no more
than emphasised by the occasional bold scarp of a rocky peak.
But you have grandeur enough in the tall cliffs that look down
so proudly on your encircling seas. All that is yours, and mine -
ours for the seeing.
With nature I would link painting. Pictures are very useful. If
a man cannot get to the countryside, a picture will remind him
of it. And the man who has been blind to the beauty of nature
may have his imagination quickened by seeing the visions of
great artists. He may come to see that dawn and dusk make
glorious even the drab pavement of a town.
Then comes literature — above all poetry. Poetry is the voice
of God speaking through the lips of man. If great painting puts
you in touch with nature, great poetry puts you in direct touch
with God. It is not a soft indulgence, you need to be wide
awake, with all your wits about you, to share the poet’s joys. And,
indeed, happiness is never a negative affair; it is to be won by
men who are fully alive, full of the joy of living.
Next I would place the joys of rapid movement such as you
get from games like golf, tennis, football, and, they tell me,
cricket. As with literature the mind, so with games the body feels
itself vividly, happily alive.
Of all sports of rapid movement the riding of a horse is the
best.
The legend of the centaur — half man, half horse — was no idle
dream; for you and the splendid creature are one. As its limbs
gather and stretch out in perfect rhythm, electricity passes from
the animal to you. It is a joy of the spirit as of the body. Through
us speak the souls of our ancestors, who have ridden horses from
the beginning of time. Yes, we may well believe that the horse
was with man from the beginning.
No doubt we who have ridden horses get a touch of that great
happiness when English thoroughbreds, the exiles of Arabia, fly
down the course like winged messengers of speed.
Of course you cannot get a comparable feeling from the utmost
Horse-Power (save the mark!) of a machine. No! No!
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These are the independent means of happiness. Any man may
worship God, wonder at the miracles of nature, exult when he
hears (in literature) the sons of God shouting for joy, and give
praise for the perfection of his body in rapid movement. But
there is a dependent means of the first importance.
When I speak of marriage, I need not emphasise the joys of a
happy marriage and fortunate parentage. They are inextricably
interwoven — warp and woof of the same pattern, and the pattern
is the whole of life in miniature.
He who refuses that venture because of the risk is refusing life.
No. I have no liking for hermits and other solitaries who refuse
all responsibilities. They may live in a town as likely as in a desert,
and their avowed purpose may be to lead holy lives; but, in fact,
if they have ecstasies, they are the ecstasies of self-indulgence. My
concern is not with them.
Those who accept the normal responsibilities of life, with all
the chances of minor annoyance and utter catastrophe, may
know many small griefs and much great sorrow — that is why I
called their joys dependent — but, if they are at one with God
and have lived manfully, behind the mask of sorrow, bitter though
it may be, their souls will be at peace.
Source: Daily Sketch, London, 2 November 1931.
The report of the interview was preceded by the following pen-picture of the
‘Aga Khan:
“A large, eager, mobile face. The skin lit up rather than darkened by the
glow of the Eastern sun. The eyes like blazing jewels. The body in continual
easy movement! The hands active in their eloquence. Every inch of the man,
every atom of him, vehemently, joyously alive. A happy man! As the talk turns
from point to point of the argument, a flash of the joys he speaks of radiates
from his face. A kingly man — so absolute in his kingship that he would talk
with the least of his subjects as an equal. Yet for all his ease and charm, you
feel that he could be an edged sword when in command.
“This is His Highness the Aga Khan Aga Sultan Mahomed Shah, Indian by
birth and attachments, Persian and Arab by immemorial descent, the religious
chief of one vast section of the Muslim world — the Ismaili Mohammedans —
with countless followers in Central Asia, India and East Africa, and great race-
horse-owner, who did what no other man could have done in the Great
European war - kept it from being the universal Armageddon and final twilight
of the world.
“At his ease in a London hotel, the happy philosopher told the Daily Sketch,
what, to his mind, a man needs to be happy.”
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