This report from the Times of India blog seems to us indicative that despite all the criticisms something still goes right for those new to Osho’s work at the Resort. Zakaria’s report is likely to be honest, as he also criticises and praises at the same time. Now SN bloggers, are you sure that the current administration are so out of touch with Osho?
Well-known actor Arif Zakaria writes about his experiences after a recent visit at the Osho Resort in Pune, published on November 13, 2012.
I had written in an earlier blog about my desire to attend a meditation course as a part of an impending film project. After much deliberations and scanning vivid styles of attaining internal inertia (vipassana, power yoga, deep slumber) it was agreed that I spend time at the Osho meditation retreat in Pune. With its reputation of openness, hush, hush sexuality and the omnipresence of its founder I had a long cherished intrigue about its portals hence I was pleasantly surprised upon chancing on an uber cool place set in a plush environment and manned by a floating group of international denizens.
The main business of meditation is serious and strenuous. Beginning from sunrise with the ‘Osho dynamic meditation’ and ending with a rather bizarre ‘Blue light meditation’ it’s a day filled with high combustion of body, breath and dance. You speak gibberish, learn the natraja dance moves, whirl like a sufi wannabe or struggle to just sit still. All this interspersed with screams, shouts, clapping and chanting. Not for the old, weak kneed or the pace maker gen set. Every particle and shaft of this air-conditioned air has the interminable stamp of the raconteur, philosopher and all mood weather guru- Late Rajneesh. His organic words and presence resonate.
The open air piazza to the granite floored halls each working area is super smart and eye pleasing in architecture and vibes. The café is orderly and shiny the delicacies though vegetarian are wholesomely international in cut and crepe. Hygiene and cleanliness are ordained. The only unholy note was the first day at the welcome orientation after the AIDS test (compulsory) where the Indian men are taken aside and informed gently that this is not a flesh retreat and your ‘moves like jagger’ if any, will necessitate expulsion. The supposed Indian repressed sexuality needs to be left behind once you adorn the maroon robes. This was strange and offensive.
The ‘meditators’ who walk around grim faced during day dress up and groove at night in the Osho Plaza where theme parties are held each dusk. Alcohol flows freely though cautiously and there is a smoking area too. The thrust is, as informed by a doe eyed Japanese mediator, to be your self and Osho doesn’t want to change your core only alter your vision of the world. All in all it is a nice escape from city mundaneness and if you learn to count your breath – all the better. There is great eye candy too all wrapped in saffron robes. But the best way to enjoy these salubrious surrounds is the way the big man Osho perceived – ‘If you are really intelligent you will put your mind exactly where you left your shoes’.
Why? Just because this guy gives his stamp of approval? A recurring theme with sannyasins ever since the late ’70′s- always needing approval from society, and using so-called famous people who give a nod to osho and sannyasins and their antics.. from Ellen Burstyn, James Coburn- to Tom Cruise.. always the need to say to society- “Hey look, these people are successful and famous, and they like us, so we must be doing okay, please accept us”(“but please overlook all the illegal, and violent activities that we started and participated in with others, especially with those who disagreed with us”).
Parmartha – please post a story without having someone who you think is famous, giving their endorsement, lukewarm or otherwise.
Baba,
Didn’t Frank say the ranch should go back into its archetype? Even with my ‘nostalgic longings’ I’d had enough. Someone had to do something. Parmartha saw a recent article and posted it so we could move on. I doubt whether there was a need for the endorsement of the rich and famous. You’ve been critical and now no doubt other posters will have some fun with the article.
A few facts wrong here Baba.
1) SN has published a number of reports of the Resort/Ashram/Commune over the years from non famous people, including one from me! And from non famous beginners like Matthew Gibb for example.
2) SN has never overlooked so called darker sides of sannyas – in fact we are constantly castigated for not having a public relations orientation by the main stream organisations.
3) I personally have always praised those who came to Osho after 1986 as having more courage and insight than those who came before.
They came DESPITE all the stories, and the denouement of the Ranch. They could have easily been put off. People like myself, Satyadeva and Dharmen all came to Osho when his organisation’s reputation was unsullied.
4) Baba, I sometimes feel that you are ungrateful and might have a look at that characteristic. Ungrateful for your experience for example on the Ranch. And even ungrateful to SN, if we were not here many true things around the history of sannyas and of Osho would not have come so readily into the public domain.
i think you’re ungrateful that i’ve managed to stir up the pot again.. otherwise another boring article.
Parmartha,
Just a brief comment on point three. It was in the mid eighties when an old friend I hadn’t seen for years came back into my life. My partner and I were part of a small group having regular meditation evenings. My friend came to these despite what he heard about Osho.
He’s always claimed the meditations were a great help to his well-being. He even read Milne’s book but still went to Poona and took sannyas when Osho returned to India. I’ve always thought my friend had guts. He also found the workshops he did in Poona to be of a great help in his very demanding profession.
Something worth agreeing with babasvetlana!
Best endrosement/criticism can come from the people who know Pune atmosphare from within. The people who were/are going to Pune for last many many years.
I think Parmartha as an editor can invite 10 sannyasins/Pune visiters including Chillian Professor, Anthony Thompson to express their views. Let these people tell where things have improved, where quality has declined and how it can be fixed.
I rememeber again, stand up comedy show in 2001, the punch line was that these managers have unwritten slogen, ” We decide, you follow ( if not, fuck off. love)”
Shantem, but who allowed the comedy line… …
” We decide, you follow ( if not, fuck off. love)”
As they say in the UK, the test of democracy is simple, whether it allows criticism, even acrid, of itself, without suppressing it.
If “the Indians” were in charge I very much doubt whether any spirit of comedy, in any case, would even exist within those sequestered “holy” walls.
This story reminds me of the Ranch.
Martyn,
This is a staggering insight because at the time I was reading the actor’s little tale the whiff of pancakes and ice-cream floated through the air. I now recall a time being at the ranch, reading a poem, while gauging myself on these delights.
I also now recall, thanks to you, the exact poem I was reading. It was by that fine writer – D.H.Lawrence – who will be heard again.
Nostalgia
The waning moon looks upward; this grey night
Slopes round the heavens in one smooth curve
Of easy sailing; odd red wicks serve
To show where the ships at sea move out of sight.
The place is palpable me, for here I was born
Of this self-same darkness. Yet the shadowy house below
Is out of bounds, and only the old ghosts know
I have come, I feel them whimper in welcome, and mourn.
My father suddenly died in the harvesting corn
And the place is no longer ours. Watching, I hear
No sound from the strangers, the place is dark, and fear
Opens my eyes till the roots of my vision seem torn.
Can I go nearer, never toward the door?
The ghosts and I we mourn together, and shrink
In the shadow of the cart-shed. Must we hover on the
brink
For ever, and never enter the homestead any more?
Is it irrevocable? Can I really not go
Through the open yard-way? Can I not go past the sheds
And through to the mowie? – Only the dead in their beds
Can know the fearful anguish that this is so.
I kiss the stones, I kiss the moss on the wall,
And wish I could pass impregnate into the place.
And wish I could take it all in a last embrace.
I wish with my breast I here could annihilate it all.
Well you may tread the boards as this actor would through this incognate place…the body though thrilling in its extent and worthy of all delight is but humble mortal sinew wrapped in ermine’s alluring warmth. Take refuge, then, in nose-gays along your chosen way so that provok-ed memory, may, with all her filtered purity so charm the elemental vestige of this liv-ed fullness into manifest , when as into unknown territories of wonderful delight , yonder ships bid farewell to familiar shores.
and reminds me of the Jefferson memorial arrests last year..lest we forget how America has its own Pussy riot story and indiscretions not allowed at sacred shrines…
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anyways to end on a lighter note…
does the resort have an Apology Tent for re-assessing your spiritual opinions in a slightly less-than-welcome centre? Have they allowed you in it, PM? Was there a priest dressed in black-robe waiting on the other side to hear your confessional for publishing errant opinion ?
and as for repressed moves Jagger style ? The article fails to mention that visiting Indian women are conversely given a T shirt , a sari , and then soaked with an overhead passing shower with a hose held by the laundry wallah whilst a scene of Alpine meadows passes her by in the background as she sings of her damp, furtive and unopened …er meditativeness.
And thanks to Betty SvetBaba he has a point about famous people being quoted to support our opinions..re last blog you’ll note how he also mentions two personalities : Clint Eastwood did the empty chair number for the Republicans and Harry Glugman of JR fame became/was a vegan and former Gin Slinger of the Wild West ..
Two free tickets to the Theosoalcoholical Society Dinner and Dance to the best reply
If “the Indians” were in charge I very much doubt whether any spirit of comedy, in any case, would even exist within those sequestered “holy” walls.
Sannyasnews, broaden your vision.
Do the comedy exist Now in those within those sequestered “holy” walls?
It is now clear that resort is 100% controlled by the Canadian-Britsh duo?
Indians have still some say but more at the level of police inspectors under East India company!
shantam,
why dont you use your undoubted oratory skills to whip up some of those sepoy sannyasins into a mutinous frenzy with a story about how the inner circle britishers are polishing malas with pig fat and beef fat or something like that?…
after all, there are only two of those east india company CEO chaps and,by all accounts,they are pissed as farts most of the time..
and there are 1 billion of you.
come on man…
lets see the colour of your chuddies..
er…on second thoughts…..anyway…..
time to sign off the german dole, fly back to india and get that mutiny rolling….!
osho zindabad!
I’ve always questioned why someone who has succeeded in a particular field, pop star, movie actor, sports personality etc. is supposed to voice an opinion that is in some way important to listen to. It is, of course, bullshit and anyone with a shread of sense knows it.
That apart, I find Mr Zakirha’s wee report reasonably interesting…contempo Indiaspeak etc. And, I daresay. his impressions can be related to. That is about it as far as I am concerned. I’m not really interested in the resort. I’m sure that if I went there to visit my wee sojurn would be filled with lots of fascinating experiences. Experiences, blissful ones, joyous ones, hilarious ones, weird ones, erotic ones, I’ve had them all in spades. I’m not jaded, just had enough experiences and even if they are inner ones they are still happening on the periphery of that which experiences.
That is the main difference between new seekers and the ones who have been searching for the truth for decades. The new kids on the block want spiritual experiences while the old hands are more focused on the experiencer. The case with the latter is that they are not limited to a geographiucal location to get in touch with that which they seek, or any spiritual organiztional structure for that matter. They know the truth is allways here and it is happening now.
I’ve no idea how many reading this will be able to relate to what I say and to be honest it is not a particular concern of mine. If you are really interested in freedom you will know that it has nothing to do with a resort or ashram but rather to do with really moving inside, because evrything you really need is at your disposal, right here, right now. You don’t need to be in a special environment that is supposed to be conductive to meditation…that’s a con. You can make a business out of selling spiritual experiences, but the real thing…never!
Lokesh,
Glad to see your post. I thought you might be having some difficulty navigating between Scylla and Charybdis. Those sea monsters can be frightening.
I agree with your comments about spiritual experiences. I was discussing this with a friend, a lay Buddhist monk, who stated that profundity, spiritual experiences are about sensation. My friend was in Goa in the 70′s and he was impressed with some sannyasins who helped him out. He never went to Poona but turned to the Theravadan Tradition. It suits him and he is currently on retreat in Lumbini. He has enormous respect for Osho but doesn’t like crowds. He practises vipassana for many hours and it is part of his life.
He also told me that some years ago another lay monk went to Poona, before going on retreat, and ended staying for a few months. He loved the place because he could meditate quietly all day and not be hassled. I don’t know whether Buddha Hall still exists but this monk said that the place where he meditated was fairly deserted which suited him fine.
Finally, my buddhist friend pointed out to me that even in the theravadan tradition, throughout South East Asia, there are many devotees and few disciples. The games that happened around Osho also are part of his world. It is the devotees who suffer disappointment and lash out against ‘Big Daddy’. The disciple perhaps integrates what he/she has understood?
Thanks for this fine post.
celebrities are the new archetypes.
i guess this zakaria dude is a cool smoothy with a dash of cityboy scepticism that hinglish speakers who are hip to a bit of badmash and have plenty of disposable rupees will vibe with….
its all come a long way since that celebrity drunken scotsman archetype, ol` ronnie laing lobbed a full bottle of wine(buckfast?) through the london centre`s window “for religious reasons”shouting: “orange wankers”
excuse me whilst i wipe a nostalgic tear from my eye…
this is all highly synchronistic Frank….i have just been ruminating in my kitchen high up here on an Alpine ridge on how we might better understand and comprehend our aeonic situation through the use of the word wank.( yes really & it passes the time !!)…but i thought it might be a tad off topic or even dare i say, miss the target completely…And then, like a mutual consensual-type synergistic moment, Frank, you pop up and say the magic word ( thus allowing me to avoid SN’s own highly calibrated word-detection-topic-software which has caused me to come a cropper on the odd occassion…(in fact causing the tits-up-effect otherwise known as doing a Sheela) …..anyway
so to the word Wank….Frank…this is really the nub of the issue…no really … try this.. for the words Experiencer, Experience, and Experiencing, the contemplation of which apparently Lokeshfully consequently leads to mother nature’s temporary release from bondage in onanistic opening to oneself…….try using the word with a big double (yo)u in it….yes let us Pray to the mighty self-absorbed universal power of joy from the alone to the alone…I think it was Hazrat Inayat Khan who said , (and quite rightly may I add) that if it wasn’t for sex then life would be unbearable …..so the old Universe gives us, from Hubble-spied multi-colured gases to bath bubbled farting around with our one unique life, something literally to play with…wouldn’t it be nice if one of these internetly available satori specialists would just come clean instead and talk of the divine familiar Wank and stop messin about with words hacked from Roget’s Thesaurus for their $15 evening perceptions of the nature of truth to a room full of the aforementioned practising W’s.
oh and about Ronnie….his daughter came to rent a room in our London sannyas house once cos she was looking for some space from her family…and I had no idea who she was, so gave her the low down on being a house that had regular ‘sharings’…as if to say this was no ordinary house rent to her young pretty self… I then actually went to interview her with her mum and bro present and they never let on who they were….when after some weeks I found out who she was..it was a bit like having gone to Newcastle with coal….tand there’s more…Ronnie wasn’t alone with his free expression though, as his daughter had gone one further and met up with members of the Atlantis commune from Ireland who were known as the Screamers and led then by one Jenny James who had similarly castigated all sannyassins as such after her then boyfriend the neo-reichian therapist David Boadella became an Oshite….
and the moral of this story….
er I dunno but it makes for a bit of story telling on a cold winter evening whilst I roast my chestnuts.
A fine piece of story telling and we are all caught up in a story. I’ve got a Khan’s book on music but I can’t remember much because I read it so long ago but apparently I need to go back to harmony, the classics and the music of the spheres. As for wanking well it is known that religion is a private experience.
His daughter was a real stunner and her story is one of real tear dropping heroism…she worked as an agent for the British in occupied France until she was betrayed..
Noor Inayat Khan’s story here.
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Although History to us, her story is stunning and in its awfulness a real version of what living in truth can do for others. She had learnt from her father to always speak the truth and so when she was asked what was in her briefcase on her bike by a French Vichy policeman she replied a radio transmitter..the policeman thought she was joking and let her pass.
One cannot watch the documentary without being profoundly moved.
Martyn,
Thanks for this. I’ve enjoyed reading your posts.
When it comes to genuine gurus only an expert can deal with the problem. I remember a past life in Salem and we had to call in the Reverend John Hale to solve the problem of witchcraft. Hale knew how to separate those possesssed by Satan from the Pure and Uncontaminated, the Dirty from the Clean. He’d look behind their ears and in their chuddies for signs. He’d have no trouble separating false gurus from genuine masters today. The Goodie Reverend no doubt is still floating around on this planet and perhaps we could seek his expert advice?
Enjoy Laurie Anderson on experts.
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indians could be the new scotsmen too…
koreagon park, of a weekend night is absolutely crammed with pissheads overdoing it in the many bars in the area.
on the very spots where hippy sannyasins once lived in bamboo huts ,drunken youths slug it out and fall puking in the gutters outside fastfood joints.
as a whitey you can be racially abused and even get mugged…
its a funny old world.
Tis indeed, Frank. Osho was such a great showman. He actually succeeded in convincing a bunch of radical seekers and misfits to belive he was a Buddha….for a while. Such a grande illusion. Was great to be part of it. Now the star has left the stage and the building…such is life.
Now the priests have moved in along with the zealots. Nothing new there. I recently asked someone about the party scene in Poona these days. I was informed that mainly consisted of a bunch of drunk Indians, wearing maroon-coloured clothes. Are things really that washed up over there? Do I even care? 39 years since I first met Osho and I can only wonder about the way things panned out. Thank God for Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj., chopping wood and fetching water. As the beedie wallah so rightly said, ‘”Words of a realised man never miss their purpose. They wait for the right conditions to arise which may take some time, and. this is natural, for there is a season for sowing and a season for harvesting. But the word of a Guru is a seed that cannot perish. Of course, the Guru must be a real one, who is beyond the body and the mind, beyond consciousness itself, beyond space and time, beyond duality and unity, beyond understanding and description. The good people who have read a lot and have a lot to say, may teach you many useful things, but they are not the real Gurus whose words invariably come true. They also may tell you that you are the ultimate reality itself, but what of it?”
What of it indeed!
the tale of the oshomovement and beedibaba is a salutary one indeed…
the moral of the story is…
religion starts with LSD,STP,DMT,MDMA,THC etc
but inevitably ends with fags and booze.!!
aye wull,rool another one, bug man macmaharaj
an gi`us another wee dram o` tha` oltimate medicine, ya noo wh` a mean..?…
If you avoid the inebriate syllogism, Frank, then you end up with…. ??
( the clue is in repetitive spiritual quest-stress syndrome otherwise known as Seeker’s Wrist. …
best thing then is to find one’s own solace and not imagine that because someone else has had a version of a nervous breakdown (a Guru) and rewired their circuits that it is worth anything to oneself that they are doing great and happy as a sand-boy whilst most if not all the rest of of us find that we can’t spend any real time doing/being really nothing/something without literally going nuts or snoozing away the stresses of life for 8 sacred hours in blissful unconsciousness.
Trying to reverse up the path by meditational belief and activities re-enforce the ‘idea’ that we are in some sort of college which we have to somehow adhere to by ‘working’ for our trophied insightfulness. Truth is you either enjoy yourself or you don’t and there’s no panic button(s) to get you out of this fix.Living is just that.
However, although liberating moments are much more convincing than the daily grind as indicators of ourselves one shouldn’t be tempted to then do a western version of a Zen Osho unless one is a few screws loose already. That’s my opinion and I’m sticking to it. Just do your bit is plenty enough and worthy enough of living as much as all the delusional efforts of the combined seeker-nutters out there.
The sacred words given to me in a secret Sufi ceremony that come to mind when considering the ambitions of the self congratulating introverts of the consciousness world are the useful and perceptually enhancing ;
Pulleth the Other One-eth
and
Pusheth-Offeth Matey …
I know you understand Frank….you are my beacon of light in this tavern of drunkards.And it’s your round…salt and vinegar for me , ta.
truth doesn’t trouble us and we
don’t trouble truth. What confronts what once
we believed is other belief coming on.
Lokesh,
always the best posts here I must say….
Lokesh says:
” … Words of a realised man never miss their purpose. They wait for the right conditions to arise which may take some time, and. this is natural, for there is a season for sowing and a season for harvesting.”
You forgot the season for burning which is upon us and no amount of monkey spanking is gonna put the fire out. There is simply no enough liquid for the job at hand.
paganidiot says:
Lokesh,
always the best posts here I must say….
I thoroughly agree. prem martyn isn’t bad either. I am simply gobsmacked by the amount of wisdom/bullshine on this forum. Is this what happens to old hippies? Somebody please press the un-pause button.
Vartan
Pagan, I love your posts too.
On 13th November, 2011, Arif Zakaria has written about his visit to Osho Medittaion Resorts, Pune.
Can some one guess during next one year, two years, five years or ten years, how many times Mr. Zakaria will visit that place again?
At the most one time more, is my guess!
Shantam,
Why would he bother returning? His ‘core’ has remained the same. Osho ‘doesn’t want to change it.’ However, his ‘vision of the world’ may have been altered according to ‘a doe eyed Japanese meditator.’
Still on the other hand he can always go back and be given a new vision with his core remaining in intact.
This certainly isn’t new age mumbo-jumbo.
Inspite of all the criticism of Resort management, i won´t hesitate to say again and again, any one who is going to India for spiritual search, say for a period of one month. can do one experiment.
Spend 15 days in Pune and 15 days somewhere else in any order, and then to compare the result.
My feeling is Pune will push the buttons more and in the end one will feel enricher too.
The factor which will remain missing is the emotional bonding. For a repeat visit, that is the must.
Shantam, if you knew how tired your above comments look I very much doubt that you would post them. Kind of like, ‘come into my shop, I will give you very cheap price’. Quote: ‘Spend 15 days in Pune and 15 days somewhere else in any order, and then to compare the result.’ Sounds like a TV add proclaiming that Osho washes whiter.
You are liable to put people off writing uninspiring nonsense like the above. Having you anywhere near the running of the resort would definitely signal the place’s demise. ‘Okay, okay, last price!’ He calls, running after me down the street, five minutes after I exited his shop.
Just read an article about the resort. Here is its conclussion. ‘I look around me. Although it is the fag end of summer, off-season in India for most westerners, the white marble walkways are studded with maroon robes. People saunter along, teacup in hand, or sit on the walkways watching the world go by. One Japanese girl is looking meditatively into a small lotus pond named after Jiddu Krishnamurti. Another young girl is dancing exuberantly while watering the walkway near Buddha Hall. A man is inquiring tenderly after the sprained ankle of one of the sannyasins. There are good vibes in the air. People seem happy and at peace here, a place where they can recharge their batteries and explore a spiritual possibility or two. Spiritual spa or otherwise, it’s serving a useful purpose and who’s to quarrel with that?’
Sounds good to me. Shantam, perhaps you are barking up the wrong baniyan tree. The place seems to be getting along fine without you.
Lokesh says:
The place seems to be getting along fine without you.
The problem is that (apart from the chappie above) not enough of the Resort participants appear to have been impressed enough to SHOUT or DO anything else about it …
Vartan
Back to the serious business. Anybody got a joke? I’ve been doing some of my own research and the way I figured it out … during the (Resort) busy season they bunch together a load of disparate pompous people, they have collected from all over the world mainly by placing ads in posh outlets … and then what? Is the aim to create a new secret sannyas (globewide) network at the corporate level? Could it be possible that their Osho is operating on a different class stratum than our Osho?
Only two cultures on this planet are operating on a class system, the British and the Indians. If you don’t know about “the class system” it simply doesn’t exist. The operatives just “aware of each other” but never mix or share any interests . Thru my profession I have had the honour to brush against the British upper crust (all the way to the top) and as a Greek I find it abhorrent that they don’t even eat the same food as the “other” people. In Greece everybody eats the same … kebab. I can see a mixture of Indian (Osho?) and British aided and abetted by Canadian (and if we are going to talk post-colonialism, don’t let me start on Canada).
My question is, what Indian social class were the cloth merchants Mohan Jains in?
Vartan
Ehm…er..umh…the class that produces world famous gurus?
A joke …? If you try and release a wild unpredictable joke here on SN, there is a danger that it’ll fly back innuendo and sit perched on your shoulder making a mess. Having said that I know for a fact that all Greeks are thieves, liars and confidence tricksters. Yes every single one of them is trained by orthodox priests since childhood to build second homes which they cannot finance past the first floor and lie in ramshackle repair for years in outstanding loans.This is what every Greek is told ,which is at the heart of the meaning of the sacred eternal orthodox easter flame of Jerusalem…. the burning of money on the never never…. You should be rolling on the floor in Hysteria by now, if my world comment locator is correct.No? I lived in Greece nearly 4 years…they don’t need institutionalised class privilege by way of accents and deference because they have favoritism and slothful mean chain-smoking corruption…which means they are a rough hewn mountain people whose Byzantine practices were suspected by the successive emperors and sultans of fiddling the books as middle managers.Today we are told that queue pushing by harridan housewives at Athens airport is a charming local rite, and having the church receive state taxes is a national form of family love.
…Well about class and the resort…one should not try to have relationships outside, above or below one’s educational stature and intellectual station.From my own experience, ambitious bits of skirt tend to hide behind borrowed aspirational spiritual language and hide in its formulaic graces their plebean intents and survivalist manners.This they have done from time immemorial.They look the part but scratch below the surface and you’ll find they are aching to make something of themselves. As for the petty bourgeois man he is a prol in all but name still seeking fortune and fame though by way of a hugging disguise.See Osho Leela and Veereshes mates for further reports on the below middling muddle-class children. As for the real prols themselves I doubt if their dropped ‘h’s and gor blimeys would render them useful in incisive conversations in spiritual ways…”Yeahh mate I just had a friggin great sa’ori..didn’ I .. Yeah loverly jublly mate. ‘Allo darlin give us a ‘uhg den.”Yeah got loads of feelings, innit.” Or worse. And there is a world of difference between comprehensive, grammar and public school boys (I rarely met a Swiss finishing school or Rhodean girl in sannyas) It’s called having a chip on the shoulder and it depends on size, with class enabling its deception more skilfully. Lying and deceipt come naturally to the plebean whether the obvious jealous chip on shoulder gaffer’s mate , or the son of a self-made man trying to become someone intelligent with borrowed social ideas, or the public school prefect type who just bullies his way with whatever means possible in proto-plebean style because of a lack of nurturing in the boarding school.Yes they are all there in the panopticon of sannyas life. As for the trans european… well unless they really shine as individuals who the hell would pay real money to listen to a bunch of europeans in heavily accented English all participating in some English spoken group therapy by a foreigner…” I ‘ave to zay zees tu yuuu.. I lovea to saya..ees rilly bootiful…ja und anuzzer zing my fillings are just like .. vow, emayzing ja” .(.lets have a vote on most annoying sannyas accents…)
..after a certain age the engaging youthful permissiveness palls and one begins the road of greater discernment….one’s class and culture and one’s own learning make for a real meeting of unique conversation between individuals .. and no amount of inspirational borrowed communitarian guff can bridge those gaps….The Indian accent for example could not possibly convince anyone of the tonal shifts needed for engaging emotively highlighted conversations beyond fixing the plumbing. The Australians just whinge on and on in a high nasal whinge of interrogatives. The American has vast access to superlatives without ever being credible.The British accent destroys any item of sensuality as soon as it attempts to convince anyone that it loves anything; poetical possibly,comically satirical at best but Romantic .. the English male or female voice ranks with the Swiss as being linked to the speaking clock.
It takes more than a red robe to change all that.
Alexander was an unsophisticated Macedonian Illyrian who learnt to speak Greek from Aristotle. The Greeks don’t find that very funny at all.Wonder why?
Lokesh says:
3 December, 2012 at 9:06 am
Just read an article about the resort….
Lokesh, can you tell, where you have read this article?
I am sure it is not on wikkileaks!
The way you have stated this paragraph, looks like as if it was discussed by the secretary of state dealing with classified information.
I see it as a jouvenile way of putting the things.
Forget about wikileaks, Shantam. Chuddieleaks are far more important in your case. I’m surprised NATO hasn’t been called in to clean up the spillage. Poison gas-detecting satellites are homing in on you right now. ‘And all the coloured girls sing, doot der oopy do….’
Below is the latest information about Pune through the eyes of a western sannyasin on a facebook page, ” Save Osho Pune and Samadhi”.
I’m here in pune and see nobody around in december is kind of sad. Fortunately I have not come for the resort. If there is anything possible to make to get this place alive again I will be happy to participate.
Yesterday at 11:05
very simple, there is no life in KP as sannyasins are concerned. I hardly saw any robe around. Passed thru the resort lane and had a peek inside, 3 robes there…..
50 minutes ago
“The key to brand value is to share its ownership with your customer.”
When i read this last sentence in an article about sustaining a brand, immediately my thought went to Osho. How successfully He created His brand of spirituality, the master-disicple bonding. Disciples did not feel hesitant to share what ever they had with the ashram because every disciple felt part of its creation.
What happened later?
I will find some article, how successful brands die an untimely death!
To quote the Bard, i feel, Much Ado About No thing, sums it all up!
Never mind!
Love ..