G.V. Desani was born to Indian parents in Nairobi, Kenya, July 8, 1909. He had a 9th-grade education, no college, never married and has no known descendants or surviving relations.
Yet during a long and productive life, Desani helped define modern and post-modern English, was an Indian journalism pioneer and secured the stature of Anglo-Indian writers in world literature. Later, as a full professor of philosophy at the University of Texas at Austin, Desani — a mental culture adept — made unique contributions to world religion and ethical studies by describing the relationship and commonality between Indian bhakti and guru traditions, the Buddha's traditional Theravada teachings on Vipassana meditation and Islamic teachings.
Along the way he provided a million-or-so-words of cultural and social commentary and world-class short stories.
When Desani was about five his family returned to their home in Shikārpur, Sindh, India (now Southeast Pakistan). In those days Sindh was a secular and religious crossroads filled with Hindu, Muslim and Sufi adherents and practitioners. The diverse garbs and outdoor practitioners (including so-called "naked ascetics") must have fascinated a bright, curious child.
The boy, Govind, was considered a prodigy, but difficult, by grammar school teachers and a naïve dreamer by his merchant-class family. Once his father, beyond frustration with his boy's independent airs, demanded to know his career intentions. Would he go into the family business?
"I like books," Desani shot back. "Books! books?" his father sputtered, "I'll buy you a bookstore!" Another anecdote: "Boy, you don't understand," Desani was told by a favorite aunt, upon informing her that he would go to England to become famous. "You don't even know English!"
Desani ran away from home three times. One incident — which may have led to his final, dramatic escape gesture — was being sent, with a bodyguard/servant, on an ox-drawn journey through the countryside to collect business debts for his father, a wood merchant. Not long after while visiting the family business in Kenya, Desani somehow found his way onto a steamer headed for the U.K. (Upon hearing his intentions the surprised passport officer enthusiastically stamped his passport, "United Kingdom it is, my boy.") Desani arrived in Great Britain at 17 with 40 pounds sterling (and a little English).
After his first chilled-to-the-bone London winter (to keep from freezing he stuffed newspaper into a second-hand overcoat), Desani somehow — and quickly — made his mark on the world's preeminent city. Attractive, brilliant, charismatic, brimming with vitality and self-confidence, the young Indian was befriended by, among others, George Lansbury, a prominent member of the British parliament. His patron arranged for Desani to have access to the British Museum and its fabled reading room.
Gifted with a rare knack for engendering immediate, unbridled enthusiasm in long-time acquaintances and total strangers alike, Desani was so often interrupted by fellow renters in his rooming house that he borrowed a bit of money from each, repaying them only when he was ready to move out.
For the next 20 or so years Desani, ever the intrepid traveler, sailed frequently between India and England. He took small parts in early silent films. He worked in England as a stringer for Indian newspapers and in India as a stringer for British newspapers. He did a stint as headmaster of the same grammar school from which he had once been expelled. (According to Desani, he had the unfortunate duty of relieving from his post the headmaster who had once expelled him for insubordination.) He lectured in India and England on Indian antiquities.
By happenstance, Desani returned to England just before Great Britain entered World War II. In those days, independence-minded partisans in India and their supporters in the U.K. saw the war as an opportunity for India to press for independence. In response, the British Broadcasting Service (BBC) Eastern Services produced wartime radio broadcasts highlighting positive aspects of the bond between England and India (which at the time included both Pakistan and Burma).
Desani, in his mid-30s, was by then a reliable member of the Establishment. He accepted a position as a BBC-sponsored lecturer and radio commentator. He took part in educational programs in Hindi and English which described India's heritage and discussed its place in the modern world.
A favorite anecdote of Desani's was the time he spoke to inmates of the Barlinnie high-security prison in Scotland. "I remember the governor, Mr. Mayo, introducing me, as if it was yesterday…. greeted them with, 'So glad to see so many of you here today….' " The remark rocked the jailhouse.
Desani's only known surviving lecture/broadcast from that period is India Invites. It was initially read at New College, Oxford in 1941. In addition to Desani, BBC war commentators included T.S. Eliot and E.M. Forster. A key organizer of the effort was George Orwell, later to author 1984 and Animal Farm. During the war, Desani's "I like books" ambitions flowered. He "learned me grammar." And spelling. And punctuation. After many revisions, his efforts gelled into what he dryly called a gesture. Notably, as Desani observed in his introduction to All About H. Hatterr, there was no market for gestures, only for novels. Later he and his publishers learned that even the market for gestures described as novels (or vice versa) was hardly robust.
Publication of All About H. Hatterr
After being turned down by more than a few publishers, and copy edited more than a few times, All About Mr. Hatterr, as it was originally titled, was published in 1948 by Francis Aldor. The book was an immediate sensation, garnering mostly rave reviews. Hatterr was also very favorably received in the U.S. and, of course, India. Over the next 40 years, Desani was to revise or expand his beloved novel at least four times. Editions continue to be printed, the most recent authorized editions are from Aleph Classics, New Delhi (2018) and Alles über Herrn H. Hatterr, a translation into German published by Büchergilde, Frankfurt (2020).
Hatterr made grand fun of all manner of social structure, stricture, status, religious instruction, gurus and other spiritualists, and language itself: English, its bastardized stepchild Indian-English (Babu), Sanskrit and Hindi. The book also offered glimpses of a man seeking to interpret the human condition — despite its obvious shortcomings — as having — if not a higher purpose — at least a positive trajectory.
Writing in 2021, reviewers still find new things to say about this septuagenarian novel. A recent academic paper pointed out that until Desani published Hatterr in London, of all places, literary-minded Brits doubted the ability of non-native English speakers to fully master their complex language. George Orwell (aka Eric Arthur Blair), who had lived and worked in India, was a staunch defender of English written by and for the English. He was not quite pleased when Hatterr appeared and provided one of the few negative reviews of its initial printing.
The anti-hero Hatterr's hilarious and clueless attempts to reconcile East and West deftly foreshadowed contemporary challenges of maintaining a sense of self, culture and true faith in a pluralistic, secular, rapidly-changing world.
In short order Desani's All About H. Hatterr joined James Joyce's Ulysses and Finnegan's Wake in fleshing out an exotic, polyglot, supra-national style of novel which reinvigorated the Mother Tongue. Hatterr had a major influence on his contemporary authors including Saul Bellow and later writers, such as Salman Rushdie, both of whom were generous enough to credit Desani's novel as informing their own work.
In 1950 Desani's highly personal poetic play Hali was published and also performed on the London stage, as well as broadcast over the BBC. It is difficult to imagine two works of fiction more different than Hali and Hatterr. While Hali may have puzzled Hatterr enthusiasts (E.M. Forster called it a "private mythology"), it captured the growing spiritual disquiet — mid-life crisis? — of the author.
A third book — illustrating the range of Desani's interests, intellect and ambition — was to be a critical biography of Mahatma Gandhi. (Gandhi, the lawyer-ascetic-revolutionary who inspired and guided the Indian movement for independence, had been assassination only a few years before.) In a tragicomedy of errors the only copy of the absentminded author's manuscript was left in a taxi. The only backup were the shorthand notes Desani had dictated to his stenographer. Unfortunately she had recently passed away … no one could decipher her scribbles.
In 1951, Desani returned to India to begin an urgent, highly personal search for …??? That quest fully occupied the next decade and a half of his life.
An Intense Spiritual Quest
Having written one madcap sub-continental adventure, Desani proceeded to live another. Reluctantly supported by a well-off cousin, Desani scoured India with the zeal of an investigative reporter. He was searching for absolute proof of The Other: proof of the Divine. In a culture with one foot in modernity and the other in a plethora of ossified traditions, family bakti traditions and spiritual craft practitioners were rapidly disappearing. With enormous physical and mental energy, and multiple languages, Desani earnestly sought out gurus and other spiritual practitioners and — using bravado, sincere devotion, a photographic memory, and thoroughly disarming charm — collected all manner of white and black magic oral teachings, tantric yantras, mantras, and other arcane yogic practices. He spent months, perhaps years, as a devotee of an Indian Goddess and it's guru only to be told upon success that the living image he saw was a creation of his own mind.
In one memorable incident, Desani had himself buried alive, a pastime of local yogis, just to see what all the fuss was about. Upon being dug up, after the requisite number of minutes below ground, he concluded that to avoid panic — which would consume scarce available air — you must have total confidence in those above.
Desani recognized early on that the Indian family/ascetic guru/chela system — spanning and, in some cases, melding ancient Hindu and Muslim traditions — was unique among the world spiritual paths. The aging gurus, fakirs and masters Desani encountered saw him as a worthy — or perhaps least unworthy — recipient of their arts and crafts. The challenge of what to do with the gathered materials, the experiences and of drawing communicable conclusions from those years occupied Desani for the rest of his life.
In the early 1960s, in a climax worthy of any grand adventure, Desani embarked on the most rigorous of spiritual disciplines: pursuit of Enlightenment. His first attempt — at a Zen monastery in Japan — was not successful. Subsequently, however, he spend nearly a year at the Panditãrãma Shwe Taung Gon Sasana Yeiktha center in Yangon, Myanmar (formerly Rangoon, Burma). Upon arrival at the Theravada Buddhist monastery, Desani joined a small group of Western practitioners who were receiving initial instructions from the monastery's well-known Abbot, Mahasi Sayadaw. The master, speaking in Burmese, began his standard lecture, pointing again and again at a blackboard drawing of a triangle which showed Nibbana (Pali for Nirvana, enlightenment) at the apex.
Eventually the lecture ended. 'Questions?' asked the translating monk. Desani piped up, "How much?" The monk, visibly shocked, flatly refused to translate the insolent remark. The solemn lecture turned into pandemonium as Sayadaw demanded "What did he say!? What did he say!?" Once a translation was abjectly provided ("He fables, 'What does it cost?' ") the Abbot, according to Desani, roared with laughter.
Soon enough Desani was consigned to a long, narrow room where his practice was 20-plus hours a day of walking meditation and a one-word instruction: 'Observe'. Years later Desani told his classes at UT Austin that after a few months he became so sensitive that he could 'feel' sound on his cheek. Other attainments followed. When the Abbot told him, "You may go" he also authorized Desani to teach Vipassana meditation. Traditionally, such an honorable dismissal would only be provided to a practitioner who had attained at least the first of the four stages of Nibbana, Buddhist enlightenment. Desani neither claimed nor denied such.
Columns, Short Stories & Academic Papers
In Hatterr, through his spiritual quests, and in his later years as a full professor of philosophy at The University of Texas at Austin, Desani delighted in debunking spiritual teachings that he considered "beneath contempt," a favorite phrase. He was particularly critical of hatha yoga and Shankara Hindu philosophy ("I am Brahma; you are Brahma") and other characterizations that enlightenment is simply a state of mind.
At age 53 or so, Desani began writing again for something other than his private journals. Over the next three decades he produced a significant amount of world-class fiction and commentary. Many of his short stories can be found in Hali and Collected Stories, available from McPherson & Co. He wrote many articles and essays for Illustrated Weekly of India, including an unsigned weekly column under the masthead "Very High" and "Very Low", which ran from early 1966 through 1967. Of the 50-or-so columns, about a third could be classified as Indian social commentary, a third travelogue with the remainder focused on Nadi texts, yoga, Indian astrology and Buddhism.
Desani was keenly interested in Nadi texts, reputedly ancient hand-written palm leaf writings which belong to a class of Indian astrologers their disciples. He was convinced that he had received readings from Nadi text readers which relied entirely on words written decades, if not hundreds of years, before he was born, and which correctly predicted his name, birthplace (Africa), parents' names, names and descriptions of the women with whom he had been in love, details about his health, his gurus names and other obscure, sensitive facts that seemingly only he could know. If true, Desani wrote in his "Very High" and "Very Low" pieces, the words carved into the palm leaves call into question the universal expectation of an effect needing a cause or — put another way — posits an alternative 'eternal-now' allowing for highly specific future events to be seen (or determined) by a few very gifted minds.
Desani came to the University of Texas at Austin in 1967 as a Fulbright exchange scholar. Within a few years he settled in Austin where he shared a full professorship in Philosophy with Raja Rao, another highly-regarded Anglo-Indian writer. Desani taught undergraduate Theravada Buddhism in the Spring; Rao taught undergraduate Mahayana Buddhist in the Fall. Each also offered graduate seminars on related topics. Temperamentally and physically the two men could hardly have been more different, yet they became good friends. Being the late-'60s, their classes attracted hundreds of students each semester.
As an instructor Desani exuded physical strength and stamina, focus, confidence and a sense of personal achievement which contrasted markedly with the then-in-vogue images of contemplative and reticent gurus and Zen Masters. He projected a highly competitive — if not occasionally combative — persona while acknowledging great respect for genuine spiritual teachers — Hindu, Muslim, Jewish, Moorish or Christian — and their crafts. Once a student asked Desani if he believed in the devil. Stopped short for once, Desani paused for quite a few seconds. "I am very polite to the devil," he finally answered.
Desani's teachings are respectfully summed up as follows:
The ancient goals of Vipassana and Enlightenment are real and attainable. However, the quest is difficult. It is not for everyone. Others should simply try to live good, ethical lives.
A recurrent theme in Desani's Theravada Buddhism classes was "thoughts are things" and "there are no small deeds." It seemed a strange life-lesson from a celebrated African-born writer whose achievements had been lauded on three other continents. Desani would illustrate this theme with a story of the Buddha, post-enlightenment, walking with his ocher-clad monks through a dusty village. Sitting on the side of the road was a woman, begging bowl in hand, bent and humbled with age and disease. As the colorful entourage passed the old woman looked up and caught a glimpse of the radiant Buddha. Reflectively, she folded her hands, bowed her head ... and passed. The procession stopped. As a crowd gathered around the body, the Buddha commented that her death, at a precise mental moment of focused selfless reverence, caused her to be reborn as a devi, a beautiful celestial goddess. In Desani's words:
"And how can a lowly woman, a destitute, a beggar in the street, someone you see every day – a person, but now considered as an 'a', the departing point of Consciousness – become a Goddess? Well. If she were tinted this pretty Green – if she were dreaming of giving a morsel of food to someone from love or charity or offering a flower to a god from veneration – she would gravitate to a Material fit for a goddess? Whyever not?" —from Desani's Ethics, Nirvana & Sundry Items lecture, KC College, Mumbai
By acting with compassion towards or thinking kindly of a stranger, an insect … or an enemy, the mind is invariably and immediately calmed. Buddhism teaches that mental moments are born from previous ones, each springing to life biased on a preceding, nearly endless serial string of thoughts. Thus the "small act," the "kind thought," the "generous mental moment" is its own, immediate, reward — and a first step on a path to better thoughts — regardless of any next-life benefit or karmic consequences. And that immediate benefit — or blessing, as Desani might call it — comes whether you are a beggar or a major player on the world stage.
It is surprisingly easy to find examples of tiny acts of courage, kindness, piety, humble acceptance or generosity of spirit that lead to remarkable results in this life. Three more examples: a parishioner changes history; a $5 tip changes a life; a chance conversation over a photocopy machine that will ultimately save millions of lives. Then there's the case of the airline ticket agent who played an indirect role in saving the world's sixth largest library through a kindhearted gesture which secured an immigrant's future chance at success in a foreign country.
Desani's penetrating insights that a) there are no small deeds, that b) thoughts are things, and that, c) sincere, energetic practice of any faith or religion can lead to personal peace — conclusions from his decades of mental culture and researching religious practices worldwide — is an underappreciated contribution to world religious dialog.
At UT, Desani published a number of papers. To augment existing material related to the study of Buddhism, he assembled and had published The Yellow Text of Theravada Buddhism as the textbook for his classes. This anthology, with his several added notes, properly positioned the course as an educational/philosophical inquiry. Desani also taught courses in mental yoga, the Bhagavad Gita and on the Irish philosopher P.G. Bowen's two Theosophy books: The Occult Way and Sayings of the Ancient One.
Post-65, Desani became an American citizen, qualifying for a driver's license about the same time. He loved the independence afforded him by his '58 blue Thunderbird whose upkeep fell to Alan Smith, a talented mechanic and industrial photographer. Desani's daily ritual included lengthy phone calls with close associates, a drive to the UT campus to pick up his mail, a courtly bow to the Philosophy Dept. secretaries and home again to work on his writings, as well as to prepare for his full moon prayer day (Pūrṇimā) and less rigorous daily prayer obligations.
Through his years in Austin, Desani befriended and was aided by several dozen philosophy students, former students, and several adult women who, as members of the local Theosophy Society, encountered Desani by auditing his classes. One of the ladies, Ila Maberry, an elderly rancher, offered Desani a rental house she owned in Austin Lake Estates. He paid only nominal rent. Over the next several years the home was greatly improved by helpers, including the construction of a sound-proof prayer room. When Ms. Maberry died unexpectedly before she could make good on her promise to will the home to Desani, he had to move out on short notice. Another student, G.E., stepped in to provide shelter for a few months. Finally Blossom Burns, a highly-regarded Austin artist and a patron of the UT Philosophy Department offered Desaniji, as she called him, the opportunity to live in a small art studio on her property.
In 1994, Naseem Khan, a journalist for the UK's Sunday Independent, visited Desani at his home/studio. Khan provided readers with an accurate description:
…You are just now in Austin, Texas, and your air-conditioned coach is drawing up on a quiet, wooded side road. Beside you, higgledy-piggledy steps waver up a bank to the secluded, ground floor apartment of Govindas Vishnoodas Desani. … Desani's home for the past 20 or so years fits the begetter of Hatterr. Like the book, it is an amalgam, a mish-mash and gloriously impure. It has the air of a warren. All on one level, taking up the whole of a ground floor, it gives no impression of true scale. For Desani has divided and sub-divided [the place] into a series of small interconnected cubbyholes, all crammed with ephemera, memorabilia, piles of magazines, devotional objects, books on everything from Chinese medicine to American law and knick-knacks, both curious and gimcrack. "I like to collect little things. They please me," Desani said. "That, too, is a kind of worship…."
Desani's 600-square-foot bungalow comprised a kitchen, sitting room, prayer room, bedroom, entry way and den. Walls were covered in homemade bookcases punctuated by Yantras and artworks depicting Indian deities. Here and there (and everywhere) Desani would dangle the stray ornament or bracelet. The house was invariably filled with flowers brought by friends; the odors mingled with the heady aromas of curries and incense. The curator of the Austin Japanese Garden in Austin's Zilker Park gave permission for students to pick lotuses for Desani's full moon practice which, as mentioned, involved a day of private silence, fasting, prayer and meditation.
On most weekends Desani would play host to those who came to help with his endless projects. The to-do list might include proofreading a new article or manuscript, re-organizing his library, or 'improving' an object found in a junk shop by spraying it gold. At the end of the day tired helpers would crowd his tiny sitting room, wolf down one of his out-of-this-world curries punctuated by Lay's Potato Chips ("a very healthy food"), and listen raptly as he shared one of his many life lessons and adventures. Desani rarely joined in the meal.
In some cases, volunteer help and support was provided for more than three decades and included untold thousands of hours spent aiding Desani with his writings, his accommodations, procuring food and flowers, his legal and literary affairs and, inevitably, arranging for and providing financial help, companionship, and care to an aging, ailing friend and mentor. The group — once as close-knit and dysfunctional as any family — are today strangers again.
Desani spent his last few years in failing health, cared for by an ever-shrinking group of former students, then 24-hour home care nurses, all Americans. He died at 91, far from his Summit-City, in a private home in Murphy, Texas, near Ft. Worth.
An Incomplete Legacy
Desani's hope that an anthology of his writings — fiction and non-fiction remains unrealized. The Rissala, as he titled it, was submitted in the early-'80s to one of his publishers, Farrar, Straus and Giroux. By then, however, the market for collected works of living writers was tiny; Robert Giroux, describing himself as 'abashed', said no.
Similarly, an autobiographical account of Desani's spiritual inquiries and quests — to be based on his voluminous Indian Journals — was also "not willed," as Desani might have put it. (A former student and helper, John Hinds, has provided Some Further Thoughts on Rissala on his desani.net site. Mr. Hinds' comprehensive blog contains reminiscences of his time with the professor, including transcribed notes from conversations, scanned programs, letters, and so forth. Of particular interest is his Note from Meeting in which Desani apparently shared his personal philosophy regarding the interplay between consciousness and concentration; the meditative life; and being a householder.)
Not long ago "An Admirer" published on YouTube Part 1 and Part 2 of a 1989 high-quality videotaped interview with Desani on or around his 80th birthday.
In 2007 the Harry Ransom Center, UT Austin, received Desani's papers, including the original manuscript of All About Mr. Hatterr and his journals. Aged, handwritten palm-leaf Nadi texts that Desani had carbon-date-tested in hopes of proving that his birth (and thus a specific, detailed future event) had been foretold were gifted to Boston University in care of his good friend and academic sponsor John Silber, then BU president (now deceased). Results of the carbon-dating tests, conducted about 1981, were deemed inconclusive. UNICEF is believed to be the only beneficiary named in Desani's will; the organization retains world copyright to his writings and lectures.
Much of Desani's property at the time of his death remains unaccounted for. For example, in the first years of his teaching at UT (1966-67), a semester's worth of lectures on Theravada Buddhism and Yoga were tape recorded. Similarly, the disposition of Desani's unique library of artifacts from his spiritual inquiries, as well as numerous related drawings and illustrations, is unknown.
Shortly after his death at 91, Desani's collection of colorful gemstone rings was professionally appraised and sold piecemeal to former students. The modest proceeds of a lifetime's quest for perfection, truth and beauty went to UNICEF.
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The desani.org site is dedicated to his memory as well as that of Blossom Burns, Ila Maberry and Alan Smith.