An Incident at Mount Abu
Housing Osho’s dynamic meditation has always been difficult. I remember in 1975 in Pune – in the cathartic stage of the meditation – acolytes were asked to do it “silently”. Really a let down! For those who had done it for example in the Bell Street Osho centre in London around the same time there was no comparison. Bell Street was a sound proofed underground cellar, and frankly for dynamic meditation vastly superior to the leafy suburbs of Koregoan Park!
Much later in the nineties I ran Osho’s dynamic meditation in London for three years, but it was a victim of its own success. We used to do it very early Saturday mornings in a community centre near a tube, and before anyone was using the centre. We built up trust, and they gave us a key to open up. Ideal I thought! But slowly numbers increased and there was a demand for a bigger sound system. I foolishly went along with that, and then the complaints started coming from local residents to the management of the centre. Eventually we were sort of kicked out when two Doctors (who should have known better) made a formal complaint to the Council…
Osho himself had difficulties when he first introduced and ran the meditation in Mt Abu when he was simply an acharya, and also experienced the sort of bizarre behavior which meditation leaders very occasionally had to deal with! I enjoyed this story below… .
Parmartha
( Jayantibhai who was one of Osho’s organizers at the time, used to be in charge of the camp in Mount Abu, and one of his closest friends took off all his clothes in the catharsis stage)
Osho relates the incident:
“That was a surprise! Jayantibhai was standing by my side, and he could not believe it. That man was a very serious man, very rich; what was he doing in front of one thousand people? And then he started pushing the car in which I had come to the place – it was Jayantibhai’s car. We were in the mountains, and just ahead there was a thousand-foot drop, and he was pushing the car, naked.
Jayantibhai asked me, “What has to be done? He is going to destroy the car, and I had never thought that this man was against my car. We are close friends.”
So I told him, “You push it from the other side; otherwise he is going to…”
Osho at Mt Abu
So he was preventing the car… and his friend was jumping around and shouting, “Get out of my way! I have always hated this car.” – because he did not have an imported car, and this was an imported car which Jayantibhai was keeping for me. I was coming to Mount Abu three or four times a year, so he was keeping that car just for me.
His friend must have been feeling jealous inside because he did not have an imported car. And then a few people rushed to help, seeing the situation. When he saw that so many people were preventing him, just out of protest he climbed up a tree in front of me. Naked, he sat in the top of the tree, and he started shaking the tree. There was every danger that he would fall on top of the thousand people with the tree. Jayantibhai asked me, “What has to be done now?”
I said, “He is your friend. Let him be, don’t be worried. Just move the people to this side and that, and let him do whatsoever he is doing. Now he is not destroying the car. At the most he will have multiple fractures.”
As people moved away, he stopped. Silently he sat in the tree. After the meditation was over, he was still sitting in the tree, and Jayantibhai said, “Now get down. The meditation is over.”
As if he woke up from a sleep, he looked all around and saw that he was naked! He jumped out of the tree, rushed to his clothes, and said, “What happened to me?” In the night he came to see me and he said, “That was a very dangerous meditation! I could have killed myself or somebody else. I could have destroyed the car, and I am a great friend of Jayantibhai, and I had never thought…but certainly there must have been this idea in me.
“I hated the idea that you always come in his car and I hated the idea that he has got an imported car, but it was not at all conscious in me. And what was I doing in the tree? I must have been carrying so much violence in me, I wanted to kill people.”
That meditation was immensely helpful. It relaxed people in one hour so much that they told me, “It seems a heavy load has disappeared from the head. We were not aware what we were carrying in the mind.” But upon becoming aware of it, there was no other way except an unlimited expression.
It was only a small experiment. I told people to continue it: Soon you will come to many more things, and one day you will come to a point where all is exhausted. Remember only not to interfere with anybody, not to be destructive. Say anything you want to say, shout, abuse – whatever you want – and exhaust all that you have been collecting.
But this is a strange world. The government of Rajasthan passed a resolution in their assembly that I cannot have camps in Mount Abu, because they had heard all these things were happening there – people who are perfectly alright become almost mad, start doing all kinds of things. Now these politicians in the assembly don’t have any idea of the human mind, its inhibitions and how to exhaust them, how to burn them. I had to stop that meditation because otherwise they were not going to allow me to have camps in Mount Abu.”
from Osho, The Great Zen Master Ta Hui, Ch 20
As I mentioned in the last thread, gurus often attract an element of the lunatic fringe. So the guy up a tree story is fairly typical. Let a bunch of repressed Indians loose and watch them do their crazy thing.
Prime ministers and presidents often require spin doctors to keep public relations sailing on an even keel. Osho was the ultimate spin doctor, capable of turning any situation round to suit his purposes, and therefore in no need of help on that level. The above story being a good example. Osho uses it to illustrate how powerful his meditation techniques were, when in fact the reality was that his incomparable presence was what actually performed the magic alchemy.
One of his greatest bits of spin was how his Rolls Royce collection was in reality a device to scare away the wrong people. Many sannyasins still believe that bullshit. King of spin right enough.
Aah, Lokesh, you are a King of Spin right enough, of your own kind.
One can rely on that, your juicy ways to tell the world at last ´what was what´ and ´what is what´. I sometimes imagine (fantasise) your doing that with a loud Druid’s voice. loud enough to make an orchestral sound for a big audience. Then I laugh. Sometimes.
The point I’d like to make here is ´PO´. And that means, you are right and you are not right. Especially remembering that the ´dynamic´ can call up many ghosts and that that is very different in different cultures’ collectives’ underground cellars, so to say. We all know that, by having been able to experience a multi-cultural commune in its dynamic´s affairs as also in the affairs of cherishing to be with the Master.
Truth is, jealousy or the competition to ´be close´ or the vanity to feel a very special role inheritance-wise (like in the last decades) has thousand and one faces. so to say. Some faces, when showing up what´s undercover, are hilarious. Like this here mentioned incident shows.
You are right, King of Spin, yourself.
And you are not right, I would also say.
The remembrance part of the thread is embedded in the local experiences of some London neighborhood who couldn´t bear some cathartic screams – and then – Silence.
Too scary. The elder ones of us can relate to that and remember reactions, I think.
And some of that, in the here appearing thread text is what it’s really about, I feel.
At other places here, discussions went on about it, what catharting does and what not. And how different the outcomes for different people were – and are. At least me, I have not been thinking here of His Rolls Royces and so on. But on jealousy and competition and how awful it sometimes is to discover some deeper and more honest Truth in bits and pieces, and how difficult it is, sometimes, not to be drowned in shame, seeing the inconvenience of a truth-pic.
Don´t you know that too? Come on…
At least I know it.
However, I love your juicy way to spin your way ´in´ or ´to´ ´nothingness´. Who knows? It clears the throat and gives oxygen.
Madhu
Yes, Madhu, I can relate to the noise problem caused by Dynamic. You see, I am a reformed Dynamic addict. Couldn’t face the world without a big shot of catharsis every morning for about 4 years. When in London I went to Kalptaru to get it all out during this particular period I am referring to. In Poona, I used to think, the neighbours must hate us for this pre-dawn cacophony from Hell.
Thankfully, I have changed my ways and am still on the wagon, so to speak. No matter how bad it gets I won’t ever touch that evil Dynamic Meditation again. Get thee behind me, Satan!
“Housing Osho’s dynamic meditation has always been difficult. I remember in 1975 in Pune – in the cathartic stage of the meditation – acolytes were asked to do it “silently”. Really a let down! For those who had done it, for example, in the Bell Street Osho Centre in London around the same time, there was no comparison. Bell Street was a soundproofed underground cellar and frankly, for dynamic meditation, vastly superior to the leafy suburbs of Koregaon Park!”
How very true, Parmartha! The silent dynamic started almost immediately after I arrived in Pune and it was hugely disappointing for me, having gone out there looking forward to ‘more of the same’ I’d so enjoyed in London and at an 8 days ‘camp’ in Denmark, late ’73, where I’d ‘got high’ on daily dynamic, afternoon kirtan and evening jumping up and down yelling “hoo” at Osho’s photo.
Although I’d done dynamic regularly and ‘religiously’ for the previous 15 months, I still needed, according to Osho, “much catharsis” – but finding a suitable place was next to impossible.
I tried to improvise full expression in my little hut in the grounds of a hotel, but that didn’t really ‘do it’ for me, I never felt free enough to be uninhibited there, I used to muffle my sounds with a towel or bedclothes.
And so I spent 9 months not getting what I really needed. No wonder I got hepatitis out there, although poor diet due to lack of money and eating in dodgy cafes also played their part.
Pity really, as I’d gone out there fully expecting so much more, and that it didn’t happen as it should have was, I’m sure, a significant reason why the next few years (Saturn Return, for the astrologers) were very difficult ones, the sort of times I’d thought I’d left behind when dynamic came along to liberate me, before going to India.
On balance, I’m not at all sure it was actually worth spending all that time over there at that point, I might well have been better off returning to a job I had already lined up, doing dynamic in London, being healthy and getting out to Pune a year or two later.
Wonderful thing, hindsight…But as Oscar Wilde said, “No man is rich enough to buy back his past”. If only….
http://youtu.be/fb_yih7Wt5k
Hepatitis! Yeah, I remember that and I also remember Osho telling there was something spiritual about having it, that it was a sign of a spiritual awakening, or some such hogwash. And I can remember being daft enough to believe it, even though I felt terrible. The man was brilliant!
Did Osho mention that the clap is highly spiritual, too?
It is very much like enlightenment – once you get the get the transmission, it never goes away!
Btw, does Dynamic work or does it just make you more psycho? Look at the cast of characters here…
Rab C. Papaji, Slasher Deva, Maddie Daggers and the fat punchbag…the biggest bunch of spiritual hooligans and streetless streetfighters you`re ever likely to meet in the Nirvana end – the spiritual equivalent of Millwall…they`ll knee you in the chakras, take a hammer to your ‘ego’ and assert the non-existence of your mind soon as look at you!
Dennae fass yersell, Frankie…Ah neva lahked tae mengle we’ thae laykes of ‘em Dye DamnKnickers…aye prufferd ae wee butt o’ Sufi Werlin tae fund ma spitufool sel’.
Ah wood do aht more, cept ahit lees thae room spunnin’ like a heed full o’ cheep Baileys Bristol Cream afta a Noo Yers Parti…bu’ wi’ a smayle on yer feyce.
A Hallo-Hoots Mon an’ a Harpy New Yers Nayt tae yees, an’ all oor reedarse an’ writarse an’ editarse.
Och aye, reet enoff, Martae.
Aim fockin` reet oot o’ me maind alraidy an` ail be beyon’ the fockin’ body be mudnaight…
Ye haf t` be if yr gonnae fockin` meditate, properly y`noo?
Satya Deva, even casually, thanks for talking about Saturn Return. For the great spiritual seekers, planetary effect is only for the masses, they think they can levitate everything – drug-addicted wisdom where no laws of life and gravitation matters.
The role of Saturn in spiritual seeker’s life as well as service provider’s life is undermined or never discussed.
Collectively, we crave for some great Icons who are Omnipotent; a kind of Mother Cow, who lacerates life-enhancing milk all the time.
Disciples’ adoration gives the impression to the gurus, “Yes they can provide this.” When Saturn comes, Milk turns into ice-cream. It must be hurting then!
Yes, Lokesh, you ARE still on the wagon; I hear you, while reading you, especially your last two lines.
What a big playing field an internet chat is, isn´t it (for undertone-music, so to say)? And how decent that looks sometimes. Some are experts. You are.
Madhu
P.S:
We both know that Meditation is playing in another Liga (one to face oneself and then dissolve…or so…).
Those who want some kind of ‘Incomparable Presence’ don´t need to mourn the demise of Osho.
Where there is a demand, there is supply.
Indians are the masters to produce masters…!
When I started doing dynamic in the early 90′s it was a kind of fashion to go for dynamic when ashram couples were in their honeymoon period, so when I told Shashwat (my boyfriend) that I wanted to go for dynamic, he said, “Meri bezizati kyon karvana chahte ho?” (translation: “Why do you want to dishonour me?”).
Well, I am glad I met such a remarkable man so early in my Sannyas life, then when I was alone after a few years I thought, “Let me dishonour myself” & I dishonoured myself for quite a while, until about seven years ago the urge to dishonour myself existentially just vanished – only now I can’t tell anyone how it did!
Kavita´s boyfriend of that time, Shashwat, is one of the most remarkable friends of my life. Many times I think to write an article about him. His story is an archetype story of Osho´s influence on young and idealists and how it turned the life of many people upside down.
Hope he improved after that inauspicious start then, Shantam….
Cannot you control your impulses of fickle mindedness, Satya Deva? The person I am talking about is a Hero of some kind, the real life hero.
Please stop the habit of judging people, you seem to be one of those who read few lines on cover and presume they have read the book.
I call it as it comes, Shantam – in this case, typical Indian traditionalist bullshine, the kind of nonsense Osho was continually undermining.
Why expect me to do otherwise without any other contrary evidence (you’ve provided none up to now, btw).
So what do YOU think about this “dishonour” remark? Heroic, I suppose…
El Chudo demands, “Please stop the habit of judging people.”
A few posts earlier, the mindless one came up with the following: “This is the reason why Lokesh and Satya Deva talk about meditation, I feel someone is spitting on the Taj Mahal. They have no depth, no wisdom, just borrowed knowledge.”
Ehm…er…rather judgemental, I am sure you will agree.
I have heard it said that were a man to become aware of the mass of contradictions in his life that man would go insane. The Chud Meister is living proof of this. Take note.
Don’t you think, SD, it’s better to ask the person concerned?
Haven’t you read the last bit of my post of 2.53pm?!
I meant Shashwat – but how stupid of me, that’s not possible. He does not have wifi but probably, sure he can tap a lot of love energy from his loved ones, right now.
And btw, Kavita, did you go and do the dynamic anyway, or did you meekly surrender, like a well-conditioned, good little, repressed Indian lady, consoling yourself with how ‘lucky’ you were to have such a ‘proud and ardent’ lover?
I mean, especially in the context of Sannyas, this is sheer nonsense, an absolute absurdity! And it encapsulates just how backward Indians were (and possibly still are) in such matters.
SD, seems now you haven’t read the second paragraph of my 31 December, 2014, 3:21 am post.
Anyway, thank you for your concern. Trust me, I am not an Indian repressed lady from any angle.
Ah, so all that “dishonour” was nothing to do with doing dynamic for those 7 years, it was…erm…er…I can’t say it…or write it…or even think it…omg, I need to lie down…
But hang on – you’ve avoided the question: did you or didn’t you accede to the guy’s ‘demands’? Did you fight your corner – or simply give in?
Geese are out, Frank, but what to say, if they prefer the bottle?
Have a beautiful New Year´s Eve, Frank and others too, hopefully in this special ´conTEXT´, a vegan one.
So put your daggers, knives and Molotovs aside, please, even if they´re coming in forms of algorithms.
Love
Madhu
Indeed, Maddie, Happy New Year to you too.
Like the troops in the trenches a century ago, we can cease hostilities, lay down our weapons and algorithms and have a good game of football.
Now, all we need is a rotund piece of skin, puffed-up and full of air to kick around…
Ah…just the job…
It`s Prozac the puffed-up punchbag.
Perfect!
And Happy Hogmanay to Rabmana C. Macarshi, too.
(“Who the fock r u?”
“Who is asking?”
“Tha’s fightin’ talk where a com from, pal”)
etc. etc….
Great stuff!
What a beautiful, beautiful kind of report, Kavita. ´Could be´ jealous as you are about five hours AHEAD….
Love
Madhu
But what’s “beautiful” about it, Madhu?
“…when I told Shashwat (my boyfriend) that I wanted to go for dynamic, he said, “Meri bezizati kyon karvana chahte ho?” (translation: “Why do you want to dishonour me?”).
He sounds like a right uptight, arrogant-controlling/insecure twat, frankly.
Well, I am glad I met such a remarkable man so early in my Sannyas life.”
Are you? Well, Kavita, I trust you told him where he could go when he made that remark!
Kavita, I am curious: how, in detail, could you have “dishonoured” this fellow by going for Dynamic?
What form would the ‘dishonour’ have taken?
He would have flushed red with shame?
Or he could not show his face to his family/friends?
Or he would have had to kill you to retain his ‘honour’?
Or did he have some kind of line in deadpan desi Hindu humour?
Thank you, Madhu
Seems you have come close to covering up the difference or probably you have – you know better!
On the contrary, SD, I really loved his response; don’t worry dear, I have no complaints.
Frank, maybe you can call that a deadpan Indian remark.
And Shantam, just to let you know, we are still relating. If you want, you can confirm with him whenever you get a chance to do so.
Oh, Satyadeva, to clear that up still in the sososo ´old year´, I meant the whole of this ( Kavita´s ) post and especially the last lines, but the flavour of it all; anyway, just another response for the joy of responding.
Like now!
Wish you are very well, and happy too.
Madhu
P.S:
I am so sorry that I still didn´t learn to post some of my fotogaleries…as – you know – I so much so enjoy the pics of Swami Shanti…ever again…and hope he will continue. Do you enjoy too?
Ah, so all that “dishonour” was nothing to do with doing dynamic for those 7 years, it was…erm…er…I can’t say it…or write it…or even think it…omg, I need to lie down…
But hang on – you’ve avoided the question: did you or didn’t you accede to the guy’s ‘demands’? Did you fight your corner – or simply give in?”
SD, of course I got his point & didn’t do Dynamic when we were together. I haven’t avoided any of your questions.
The post-mortem of any
thing is so unflavourful & sometimes non-essential.
Although, Kavita, you find “the post-mortem of anything is so unflavourful”, getting at the truth does not necessarily have to be ‘entertaining’ in order to be of value. One or two more questions, I’m afraid, are essential to clarify this scenario you yourself have brought up today (you do realise you’re in court, I trust?!).
What exactly was “his point”: others’ probable (in his mind) negative opinions of him, or (hopefully more likely) him not being ‘fulfilling’ enough for you?
Your saying “of course” you “got his point”, ie going against what you felt you needed to do for yourself, to save his ‘pride’ or whatever, is puzzling; for me, there’s no “of course” about this at all!
Would you respond the same way now, under similar circumstances? Not if you’re as unrepressed as you say, surely?
SD, first of all, re “getting at the truth does not necessarily have to be ‘entertaining’ in order to be of value”:
If by chance there is any entertainment there is no hard & fast rule about that in my book.
I have said enough about the statement I made early yesterday morning & I am fully responsible for whatever consequences.
An unfortunately all too predictable non-response, Kavita, avoiding the issues like any self-important so’n'so who mistakenly thinks they have something worth hiding (or someone worth protecting?).
A shame to leave such key points unresolved, as your story is really rather interesting, both surprising and puzzling.
SD, I wish I could protect God knows who – & from God knows what?
But seriously, I have not avoided any of your questions, it’s only maybe you who needs to lighten up.
P.S: I wish you & others had got this flavour of Indian humour like I get the flavour of English humour (maybe not always). Sad.
Oh, so it’s all been one big joke, has it? You’re something of a bullshine artist, aren’t you?!
‘You’re too serious, man, this just isn’t, er, flavourful enough, you need to lighten up’ (ie ‘and let me off the hook, YOU’RE MAKING ME uncomfortable’).
Typical irresponsible rewrite-the-story avoidance strategy crap from a certain type of sannyasin.
SatyaDeva, I wonder how your partner deals with you, if by chance you have one. A man who is continuously psycho-analysing the others without even getting consent can be a constant pain in the ear!
(For a gentleman like you, to say pain in the ass is too much).
Oh dearie me, yes, of course, I always forget – silly old me – this place is peopled by those who prefer to skim along the surface of life, isn’t it? You know, simpletons and those for whom anything hinting at enquiring any deeper, any so-called ‘insight’ is all just, well…too much – sacrilegious even!
May I suggest a New Year’s resolution for you, Shantam:
If you really are incapable of not thinking or not talking out of your retarded ass, then do everyone here a favour and kindly desist from writing out of it.
Ok?
Is there a single sentence of you during all these years which can be termed as more than skin-deep?
Satya Deva, I am willing to offer you 10 Euros for one such sentence.
You are so full of pandit-ism that only reactionary sentences come out from you.
I really envy that south Indian woman called Meera, who could tame your mind!
“You are so full of pandit-ism that only reactionary sentences come out from you.”
Projection (fyi, unconscious self-description, Shantam) no.9,997. Keep it up, you get a certificate when you reach 10,000…
“Is there a single sentence of you during all these years which can be termed as more than skin-deep?”
Certainly none that you’ve ever been interested in, O Retarded One!
Er, sorry, make that 100,000!
Sheer nonsense, Kavita, where exactly have you answered these questions?
1/ “What exactly was “his point”: others’ probable (in his mind) negative opinions of him, or (hopefully more likely) him not being ‘fulfilling’ enough for you?
2/ Your saying “of course” you “got his point”, ie going against what you felt you needed to do for yourself, to save his ‘pride’ or whatever, is puzzling; for me, there’s no “of course” about this at all!
Would you respond the same way now, under similar circumstances? Not if you’re as unrepressed as you say, surely?”
SD, just because you have not got the answer according to your expectations, you can’t discard them.
Read all the posts again from the start – hope you don’t need to be spoon-fed – & stop behaving like a 3 year-old!
It’s not that your answers don’t meet what you think are my expectations, it’s that you haven’t provided any answers – except that you prefer not to answer!
Kindly apply your advice to yourself, Kavita.
Ok
“East is East and West is West and the twain shall not meet.”
At least the men from the East with men from the West, unless they are homosexuals.
Otherwise it is a challenging union.
“East is East and West is West and the twain shall not meet.”
Kipling’s poem which contains the above line was published 125 years ago and actually refers to the North-West Frontier or possibly the border between England and Scotland, particularly so, seeing as how some of the text is Scots vernacular.
Besides, what might have been true or relevant so long ago might well be redundant now, as I believe it is, in the sense intended.
As to Chudo’s reference to homosexuals, I really don’t see the connection and therefore see it as yet another indication of the Chud Meister’s twisted psychology.
Again,the Freudian homosexual baboon Satya Deva shows that he will never understand the wisdom of mighty Bhorat!
Great souls like Shashtwat do not wish to be dishonoured by their girlfriends screaming and shouting in Dynamic as it would bring shame on the potency of their mighty lingam in public places! His very manhood would be called into question!
An ashram is not a homosexual toilet on Hampstead Heath!
Nothing could be more clear!
If Kavita had denied his holy feelings that had been engendered through five thousand years of holy wisdom, then he would have had no choice but to force her into submission in any way necessary, emotional or physical, maybe even Sati!
Of course, depraved western homosexuals cannot understand this! Only souls born into a lineage of true wisdom, like Shantam, can understand how important it is to be dispatched into the next life wearing the holy underwear of his forefathers!
Kavita showed the true womanly nature of Indian femininity by submitting to the mighty lingam of a man who was, after all, a real-life hero to Shantam…
By all accounts, Shashwat is now a yoga teacher and has transcended his need for female company as he has perfected the advanced yogic art of autofellate-asana and thus cannot be dishonoured by the inferior sex any more!
Such is liberation for the true ones! I would heartily recommend that soon Shantam should join him and become his disciple…he is certainly ready!
I feel intense compassion as a soul brother of Shantam as he has innocently and blamelessly dishonoured himself completely by getting involved with white-skinned gora girls and karmically he is suffering as he is plagued night and day by the spectre of German homosexuals with enormous bratwursts prowling around and invading his dreams.
Be careful, Bhai!
Remember the sutras of Rudyard Kipling:
“If you can keep your holy underwear on
When all those around are losing theirs
You`ll be a (not homosexual) man, my son.”
Yahoo!
Hari Om!
The great Yogi speaketh from Mount Kailash, or was it Parliament Hill?
I can’t count the number of times I’ve dishonoured someone then had to explain myself online to someone I’d never met…It’s one of the hazards of being a seeker, I guess. Thank ‘God’ for Big Peas’ S&N, the internet’s only freedom-from-bondage adult magazine and online ri-post-e-rer for consensual seekers.
Anyway, dear reader, as you ask, it was in 2005 or was it 1999? Oh, who minds anyway?
I was about about to do one of those Die Manic events at a North London venue, that one that was infamous for getting complaints from the neighbours, when I was stopped in my tracks by a ‘girlfriend’ of mine who just happened to be a doctor and lived next door at number 35.
Anyway, the long and the short of it was she came up to me – I remember it clearly, it was a Tuesday at 3 o’clock, September 1994, or was it a Thursday, 2001? – anyway, at the time I was in bed with another tantric-seeker, Ma Sukshina-Sawalha-Deva.
My other lady doctor friend just happened, at that very moment, to pop her head through the bedroom door of my rented boudoir (a common sannyas seeker’s hazard) and she said, or rather blurted, “How could you dishonour me so?” To which I, of course, replied, “Well, I had booked for the six weeks of Die Manically Meditation at a discount and I thought you wouldn’t mind me jumping up and down, much”.
I smiled weakly as only a man or coyote from the cartoonstrip, ‘Road-Runner’, can. This, of course, riled my doctor lady-friend even more and then, unfortunately, simultaneously my other tantric lady ‘friend’ in turn, and, shocked and in a state of understandable undress, she turned to me in a gritted-teeth-flash and in typical Insaniversity-style, cataleptically confronted me with a “How could you not even tell me you had booked for early morning shouting, how can I ever trust you again, typical, Prem Norman, you arsL@k!” (I used aliases to keep my honour intact and she was a visitor from across the Channel).
I realised then that I had been caught in flagrant flagrante by two irate members of the opposite sex for whom no amount of explaining could appease their ire. In fact, if you have ever tried to appease an ayah, it’s better done after she has finished the ironing as you might suffer from hot flushes otherwise. Anyway, I digress…
As you can see, those early days were fraught with dishonouring people who had shared more than a secret or two. It was so easily – and some might say unconsciously – done by booking for all sorts of soul-searching and hand-wringing groups and groupettes, long vacations in Pune, and innocent-sounding sharings whose actual outcomes would prove fatal to many relatings.
I learnt my lesson quick and vowed that something had to stop: it was either to be the early morning rising to attention or the early morning getting up for DieGottedanickung and soul-saving bouncing.
It was an easy choice in the end: my end making the choice for me without a glimmer of blame or shame ever again.
Thankfully for S&N, it comes as a welcome relief, now, after much water under the tent flaps, that I can ask fellow members of this merry organ to bear witness to my decision and to examine the minutiae of my commitment to stripping truth down to the barest essentials in the name of bone-whitening ‘transcenmental anti-depressant, truthfoolness’…with NO dangerous jumping up and down side-effects.
Thanks for sharing. His blessings….
Thank God for Marty !
The entry for the mighty Shashtwat in the urban dictionary is apposite, it seems:
“Shashwat (n.): A rare kind of male, who possesses god-like levels of strength, speed, and endurance. It is not uncommon that these people are also virtuosos of music, the arts and advanced mathematics and science. They are world-renowned for their attractiveness, and sex-appeal, and their humour is appealing to people from all walks of life. Those who are lucky enough to have encountered a Shashwat, let alone know one, are truly blessed indeed.
Example: “Man, I feel like I could run a thousand miles while composing great works of art AND debunking Einstein! Im so pumped! It’s a Shashwat kind of feeling you know? ”
Like others here, I don’t like the thought of such people telling their women not to do dynamic…they are paleolithic, and need dynamic themselves.
Anand Yogi, you are really hilarious & this also makes me realize how we interpret/misinterpret for any person in question.
Btw, the evening Shashwat & me started living together, few hours before that he had a session by his very dear German couple friends (Divyam & Chaitanya) & was told that now his inner man has met his inner woman so he doesn’t need an outer woman; when we met them we had a great laugh!
Parmartha, I just stated my story & somehow to judge/scrutinize it now is a futile act; maybe all is futile at one point.
“Btw, the evening Shashwat & me started living together, few hours before that he had a session by his very dear German couple friends (Divyam & Chaitanya) & was told that now his inner man has met his inner woman so he doesn’t need an outer woman; when we met them we had a great laugh!”
And did he get a refund from those two utter charlatans?!
No?
Really?
SD, it was a free session. Anyway, we have never paid for any sessions except once, & the only time we paid, it was to Shantam: rupees fifty-one for an astrology session, but that was more for fun.
And Divyam & Chaitanya treated us to dinner at Prem’s that evening.
Ok – but the dinner wasn’t enough, they should still have paid him for telling him such blatantly misleading tripe!
Tell me, did your ex ever actually get around to doing dynamic, after all?
I don’t consider him my ex – at least that’s the message we gave each other, more than five years ago.
He was more into Goenka’s Vipassana after he left Poona. When we were in Poona together he had shared with me that his meditation was Kundalini & White Robe, & we went together for White Robe whenever we could. & I told him mine was Nadabrahma & White Robe.
Anand Yogi, if you had understood the real wisdom of your Mighty Bhorat you wouldn’t call woman the inferior sex.
“I wish you & others had got this flavour of Indian humour like I get the flavour of English humour (maybe not always). Sad.”
Yes indeed, very, very sad, Kavita, very sad indeed.
The way three English disciples have jumped on a statement of Shashwat without knowing the background and person´s attitude about life, it reminded me one couplet:
कितना असां हैं तस्वीर बनाना औरों की
खुद के मधे आईना रखना कितना मुश्किल हैं
How easy it is to make picture of other
To keep mirror before oneself how difficult…
If it happens with person to person it is still a misunderstanding, but when it happens around Osho…it is tragedy.
“कितना असां हैं तस्वीर बनाना औरों की
खुद के मधे आईना रखना कितना मुश्किल हैं
How easy it is to make picture of other
To keep mirror before oneself how difficult”
9,998! Shantam Prem really going for that certificate now….
Shantam Prem? Isn’t that the fellow who, in the midst of a dynamic meditation, climbed up a tree naked, fell to the ground from a great height, banged his head, and has been talking nonsense ever since?
All the Guru’s horses and all the Guru’s men
Couldn`t put the numpty together again!
Aye, Frankie, tis a sad story indeed. Numpty Bumty is a great example of how it can all go wrong at the guru’s manicured tootsies.
“The great Yogi speaketh from Mount Kailash, or was it Parliament Hill?”
Sometimes, Lokesh, the one not that different from the other, as it seems.
Madhu
MOD: MADHU, IN CASE YOU OR ANYONE MIGHT NOT KNOW, Parliament Hill IS A WELL-KNOWN PLACE IN LONDON, NOT PARLIAMENT ITSELF!
Kavita,
I still don`t follow this story about the “dishonouring”. Undoubtedly, there is a cultural disconnect between East/West here.
Did this chap Shashwat really believe that he would be “dishonoured”, and in what way?
Is it true? Rumour has it that SD and Kavita are getting hitched. They are already behaving like a long-married couple for some time. So it makes sense that they want to make it official.
El Chudo will be worst man and wearing freshly washed nappies to honour the grand occasion. Preparations are alreay underway at the Taj Mahal for our very own Mumtaz and Shah Jahan. Allah Hoo Akbar!
I would consider SD, only if he had shown a little more trust in me earlier.
SN`s very own soap opera.
Working title:
‘East-Enders’, but set a little further east.
Or ‘Honour Street’.
Overheard at the bar of ‘The Ravi`s Return’:
“Ooh, yes, Eena Shahples says it`ll be a lovely wedding but reckons she`ll give him the push as soon as she finds out that he`s been sneaking in some happy pills from the doctor and has been dishonouring her with a bit of German sausage he picked up from Lidl on the way down to the dole office….”
etc. etc.
Kavita, the Training Video on YOUTWOb is out already…
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7A-MbruCEfE
Marty, you have been reading Rumi – you are me, Iam you stuff – but dear, that’s your & Jyoti’s vid; here’s ours:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HBsCIxLpRgA
Aaaaggh, it’s the Matchmaker from Hell again!
No chance, Lokeshifer, all that nadabrahma and White Robe – I just couldn’t stand the sheer, unadulterated dishonour of it all!
Get thee behind me – er, on second thoughts, I won’t be having any of that either.
I kinda wondered what all that “German sausage he picked up from Lidl” was all about.
Frank, no, dear, it was just a joke, but he had confided that that wasn’t his meditation & I somehow respected that & it did help me to find my own too.
Oh yeah? So how much did you pay your PR man to get you out of that hole then?!
You must think all your readers are brain-dead (well, one of them is, admittedly).
Seems your brain works overtime & please leave me alone NOW .
I ain’t even started yet, ‘darlin’!
Crickey!
What creepy human beings are these two old rowdies.
It must be an Osho trick that he got rid of these two British natives (Scots too are British!!) before the 1980´s in a loving and respectful way.
He gave to one swami a German ma as life partner. The other He refereed to lady doctor Meera! Different people, different treatment!
MOD: refereed, SHANTAM?
Just for the record:
The Scots get their name from an Irish Celtic tribe called the Scocia, making Scots Celtic and not British, who are Anglo-Saxons. British…Britania, French.
Two fundamental errors here, Shantam:
One, you haven’t got your basic facts right (as per your habitual cavalier carelessness).
Two, to put any such unfoldings of life down to someone called ‘Osho’ is gratuitous nonsense – unless you also put everything else down to him, including, naturally, your own apparently quite miserable fate over there in Germany – and everything that’s happened and is happening around the ‘Sannyas regime’ that you choose to be so unhappily obsessed with.
The interesting question is who or what is responsible for their fate: ‘Osho’, Life – or simply, each individual?
Lumping it all onto ‘Osho’ is a typically uninformed, typically crude, typically lazy way out that serves your personal convenience rather than approximating any accurate description of my, Lokesh’s, your, or indeed anyone’s circumstances or reality.
Wake up!
This makes sense, SD.
You dirty rotten scoundrels – ok, here Iam now!
I have a suggestion for all the humpty dumpties from the land of kings and queens:
Meditate over the photo of your little prince. He looks as quite as baby Krishna in the photos.
Get one with the “incomparable presence”. In few years you may reach the next stage, where Punja-ji was.
I feel it is the most dishonourable act to follow any guru born in any of your ex-colonies. Even if you do, your collective mind will nudge you, till the point you don´t turn the pudding into Pee-thing!
SD says, “You must think all your readers are brain-dead (well, one of them is, admittedly).”
Who could that be? Do they say things like “Your collective mind will nudge you, till the point you don´t turn the pudding into Pee-thing!”?
Here’s a clue….
Well, er, I don’t really want to spoil it for the others but, er…let’s say you’re ‘on the right lines’, so to speak (wink/nudge/how’s yer father?/lovely weather for the time of year/know what I mean, mate?).
Yes, but it’s not his fault. You know, accidents do happen. Brain damage is no joke.
Rare video evidence of a Shash Twat caught on tape.
NEWS JUST IN…SEE LINK BELOW.
This is exactly the kind of investigative reporting that S&N fetishists have become famous for, across internet cafes and the swinging-spiritual-tea rooms of web-sub/dom.
We asked S&N’s chief ‘freedom from bondage’ information officer, Sw ParmelnHardy for his comments but were told he was “away on holiday, doing some surfing” and “being waterboarded” for his last linguistic faux-pas regarding male sannyasinners and “their women”.
They currently have no idea when he will realise the error of his ways but we are informed that he is being worked on by the internet’s own self-replicating viral contagion and chief indoor sports and waterboard specialist, a certain Corporal S.T.D.Ebawler.
WARNING:
Some people may become inordinately jealous of the famous SasqTwatch’s big hairy feet as this is often an indication of the size of his outstanding membership and all-round attractiveness.
SEE HERE: FOR THE HAIRY NAKED MAN CAUGHT ON TAPE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cZRscPZOKUA
Btw, this is his real photo when he was a Yoga teacher
One more….
I thought, let me put my photo too.
Get ‘em* off, girl!
*the glasses
ok
I think I’ve just decided to go to Pune….
Good for you!
Mmmm, well…on second thoughts, there’s all that dishonouring I’d have to cope with…
Mmmmm, tricky one this…
Nah, I’ll stay at home and watch the football instead….
Few months before he left Poona in 2008, November.
Frank, you may find this opera also interesting!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M3d86Tb70Y4
Satya Deva, now it is your turn to bare the facts naked. Where is your life story in pictures? At least appreciate the brave-heartedness of a fellow blogger, she has put her life story in colour prints.
If you cannot dare then hold your words. Be just a reader, like hundreds of other dedicated fans of voyeurism of words.
Call that a “life story”?! Are you totally devoid of common sense, or what?
The day I follow your utterly confused mental garbage will be a sad day indeed.
Very rarely I encounter some Brahmin in white skin. Sannyasnews has few as regular bloggers. Satyadeva being the one who seems to have had many lives in India in Brahmin families.
In India, Brahmins have the capacity to protect their skin. They use intelligence, wisdom and scriptures as shield and then throw arrows on others.
However you might view criticism, Shantam, unfortunately the vast majority of the time you not only ask for it, you virtually sit up and beg for it!
To me, a prime reason for you being so much of a target here is down to your coming from a place saturated with emotional unhappiness – not only from ‘outer’ issues: bitterness, blame, rage, impotence; but fuelled by a toxic flow from your more personal, ‘inner’ world: regret, loneliness, unhealed familial wounds, etc.
Indeed, it’s highly likely that the intensity of your ‘missionary zeal’ re ‘the regime’, ‘the books’ etc. is in direct proportion to the degree of your personal unhappiness, having degenerated into a means you employ to mask your personal plight from yourself, anaesthetise yourself at some level, and is therefore based on shaky, essentially untrustworthy foundations.
All of which colours your perception and prevents you from seeing straight, stripping your ideas and statements of authority, unfortunately reducing you to a figure of fun, an easy target for ridicule.
Not easy to take and no doubt you’ll either choose to ignore this or go into another round of outraged bullshine, but that’s a significant part of the truth about you, as I see it.
As I’ve said before, it’s not that you’re necessarily such an intrinsically ‘bad’ guy, it’s that you’re so screwed up, unclear within, you can’t help writing in an equally screwed-up – and ultimately self-defeating – manner.
Better still!
(MOD: ENOUGH FOR TODAY?!!)
Ya, it really felt that way, MOD!