Osho, My Friend, an Unusual Reminiscence from S.K. Sakena

THE WORLD may remember him as Osho, the enlightened, but for everyone in our family he was affectionately known as just Rajneesh. He was my father’s favourite student at Saugar University. Like with all teachers of yore, students used to collect at our home in the evening and debate matters philosophical. They talked of Gurdjieff, Nietzsche, existentialism, etc. My mother, as the Gurumaa used to indulge them with cups of tea and unending supply of pakoras. Rajneesh stood out by far as the brightest among the lot. When others would leave, he would retire to an empty room at the rear of our house and meditate for hours. My grandmother, who was the pooja-paath type, used to wonder what this chap used to do all by himself, for hours in that empty room. Much later, in his lectures and books Rajneesh has quoted my father with affection, as ‘my teacher’. Often he has criticized his ideas, too. Such was the ambience in which the quest for free enquiry was nurtured.

One summer, my father suggested that Rajneesh and I visit the temples of Khajuraho. Neither of us had heard of these temples and they were definitely not on the tourist map then. We hitch-hiked in a police van, and reached a Gandhi Ashram, in rustic Chattisgarh. Then we hit the dirt track and finally arrived at a circuit house in Khajuraho village. In the morning we made enquiries from the villagers and took one forest trail after another to reach these mind blowing temples. None of us had known what to expect. For the first time I wondered what the English explorers, with their Victorian values must have felt, when they chanced upon something so exotic (or erotic!).  Rajneesh and I marveled at the most sublime tribute to love and female form, which the Chandela kings had left behind for us. Was this an ode to the sublime yearning of the soul to merge with the divine? Or was it just hedonism and a public celebration of debauchery? What amazed us most was that, the village women went about their routine rituals andparikrama of these erotic temples in the most matter of fact manner, totally unabashed! As I clicked, he kept on saying, "I must see your pictures." When the enlargements came, like an enthusiastic child he analyzed each picture. He particularly commented on the sublime expressions on the faces of entwined lovers.  I suspect, that the seeds of his book, ‘From Sex to Super consciousness’ were sown at this time.

Shortly thereafter my parents moved to Delhi. One day Rajneesh arrived home, accompanied by two beautiful women. He touched my father’s feet and dedicated his first book to him. Thereafter, he was a very frequent visitor and was always accompanied by a beautiful girl or two. My father used to tease him, and ask him what his secret of attracting beautiful girls was. But my mother never approved of his coming home with his companions. Faster than we could realize, his lectures started becoming more and more popular and he finally made it to Chowpatty, for his discourses. He graduated quickly from ‘Acharya Rajneesh’ to ‘Bhagwan Rajneesh’. He attracted hippies, flower children and intellectuals – all those who had recoiled with disgust from crass materialism and the horrors of Vietnam war. Zen was the flavour of the decade and he became its star exponent. In no time his ashram at Pune became a haven for the disillusioned of the world. It also became a haven for drug pushers and assorted criminals. Under hushed circumstances he had to flee India and finally his disciples bought over a dilapidated ranch in Oregon, U.S.A. and named it Rajneeshpuram. Soon it became a thriving community with his fleet of Rolls Royces and private planes. It became a curious mix of truth seekers, junkies, adventurers and self-seekers. The Master possibly had no clue about the goings on in his own back yard.

The Bible Belt of USA felt threatened by this strange orange-robed permissive community. In 1985 President Reagan personally saw to it that he was expelled in a most humiliating manner. The Pope issued a diktat that no Roman Catholic country should allow him to stay. In certain countries his small plane was not even allowed to refuel. A single man can make strong governments shudder, when he is a prophet ahead of his times. Twenty one countries said no to him, before he landed in Katmandu, Nepal. This is when chance brought us together after 28 years. My wife and I were checking into Oberoi Soaltee, when we noticed that the lobby was full of people in orange robes, each dangling a pendant, with a photo of Bhagwan. Enquiries confirmed that, yes Bhagwan was very much in the hotel, observing silence. Many floors in the hotel had been taken up by his entourage. Each floor was well guarded. Every evening, the lawns of the hotel were overflowing with folk from the valley, who would wait for Bhagwan to give darshan. Then they would go away, when told that he was still in silence. The very thought, that I should attempt to meet him, did not cross my mind. However, my wife kept on insisting, that I was one person to whom he would not say ‘No’. Very reluctantly, I tried to find out his room number. The hotel staff had been ordered not to reveal his whereabouts. However, with some manipulation I managed to meet his very suspicious secretary, who kept on saying "No, No", even before I had said anything. Finally, I gave him my card and said, "I do not want to meet Rajneesh. Just give him this visiting card of mine. That’s all!"

Then things moved so fast. Like electricity, the word went around that Bhagwan was indeed going to emerge from his silence and give a discourse, in the Banquet Hall in the evening. We bought our tickets and purposely sat in the last row, so as not to be noticed. Besides, I was not sure, whether he would recognize me after 28 years. Suddenly there was hushed silence. The robed disciples formed a corridor and he appeared with folded hands. A benign figure with a hypnotic smile and in a diamond studded designer robe. His cap had two rows of diamonds and his slippers too! He settled down in an executive chair and started by saying, "We are so lucky today!" Then pointing towards me, he continued "Today my Guru’s son is here with us." All heads turned towards the last row, but still no one could make out, who was being referred to. Then he started his discourse. My mind was too much in a daze to concentrate on what he was preaching. The discourse over, the disciples again formed a corridor. Much to everyone’s surprise, he headed straight for me and caught hold of my hands and looked lovingly into my eyes. Minutes passed and no word was exchanged between us. We just looked at each other and in silence spoke so much. His hands were so soft and I did manage to notice his diamond studded watch. After what appeared like eternity, he folded his hands in Namaste and walked on. Bhagwan had disappeared into silence again.

But that was not the end of the evening. Hell broke loose. His disciples crowded around me. Each wanted to hug me and had tears in their eyes, exclaiming, "Oh, Bhagwan knows you!’. ‘Oh, Bhagwan touched you!’ It was getting more than I could handle. The melee felt like a riot of Elvis Presley fans. I would have lost my shirt and it would have been torn to shreds, by souvenir seekers.  My wife and I made a quick exit. This was our last encounter.

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6 Responses to Osho, My Friend, an Unusual Reminiscence from S.K. Sakena

  1. shantam i singh says:

    Oh Master; i hope ogranisation running in your name, will realise sooner or later that You are a Master, who touches His people´s heart years after years and that you are not one of Deepak chopra kind, a very successful author neither you are Donald trump who could boast of a luxurious beach or mediattaion resort.

  2. Thanks to Mr Saxena for bringing Osho’s memories so alive. I remember that evening when Osho mentioned in the Soaltee Oberai lecture hall that his Beloved Teacher Proff. Saxena’s son is also here in the lecture hall.

    Osho has referred Prof Saxena during his lectures with profound love and respect and that evening also he remembered prof. Saxena with the same love.

    All the people Osho mentioned about during his discourses will remain alive in History. He has made Prof. Saxena, Khajuraho, Nikos Kazantzakis and many others immortal.

  3. Heraclitus says:

    I dont figure that Osho had any “friends” in the ordinairy sense. He was a recluse and had as little to do with people as was possible. Many have friends because they are lonely, but Osho made it clear that loneliness and aloneness are very different qualities. The latter makes one at home with aeons of time, the former means that a single moment being with oneself has one reaching for the phone.

  4. frank says:

    or the computer?

  5. King Laffasutumonka says:

    Haha, yes, the computer most certainly!

    The internet is a dangerous place for meditators – endless hours of meaningless and meaningful distraction from one’s higher pursuits.

  6. The meaning of saying “I love you Osho”
    by Swami Jeevan Ekin on Saturday, August 14, 2010 at 1:27pm

    The meaning of saying “I love youOsho” or “I love you Jesus” or “I love the enlightened one.”

    It is a manifesto of declaration of freedom from the darkness, falsity, illusion and eventually the master too.

    It means:

    I agree to have imbibed the very understanding of theresponsibility to abide by.

    I agree to meditate to have the no-understanding that- thereis nowhere Togo,there is no way to go and there is no one to go.

    I agree to be blissful, graceful and more dignified usingmeditation as a way and means.

    I agree to be rich on both the side- inside as well asoutside.

    I agree to understand that the very path is the destinationwhich is not a destination.

    I agree to be ready to admit that my non-doing is to lead meto ‘here and now’

    I agree to be a witness and a beholder only.

    I agree to claim my forever sustaining inundation offestivity.

    I agree to change my gestalt of seeing my ornaments ofconditioning as shackles.

    I agree to to make meditation a way of life until themeditation is futile.

    I agree to be debarred of my tendencies to be clinging tothe falsity.

    I agree to get disillusions, deprogrammed and dehypnotizedwhich is not arduous.

    I agree to have every cornered enlightened to know thatthere has never been a darkness.

    I agree to be the temple of the Existence to be one with it.

    I agree to accept that I am responsible for what I am andwhat I am not.

    I agree to be a witness to my robotic tendencies to liveconsciously.

    I agree to see and witness my hazardous prejudices,apprehensions and inhibitions.

    I agree to see above the triviality of belonging to aparticular race or creed.

    I agree to continue to grow till I come to know that therewas nothing like a growth.

    I agree to accept my own organism which is has no entity yetan entity.

    I agree to transform my self from having a Personality toindividuality.

    I agree to access the no-destination of purposelessness andfutility of the life.

    I agree to to abandon my belongings to take the boat ofmeditation to traverse across the seemingly vast ocean.

    I agree to claim my paradise manifested with mirthfulness,rejoice, compassion and beyond it a perfect order of disorders.

    I agree to be ready to be deintoxicated to recon that I amalready at my home which is everyone’s home and there is no one at home.

    I agree to be ready to accept to understand that I am justlike a floating leaf on the flowing water and not a swimming entity to reachsomewhere.

    I agree to safeguard the sanctity and purity of the wordssung by enlightened masters.

    I agree to oppose any act or deed which might affect the original sermons of the masters.

    [ Dare to say 'I love you my master' only if you have theabsolute consent or dissent with the above.

    Please Stop saying 'I love you my master if don't agree to theabove.' ]

    Concept : Ekin