What has impressed me the most is how we the human beings from different parts of India and abroad connected with each other in the name of the master.

Kavita has created picture of Satish in a true and heartfelt way.

After he left the commune Satish took to renting out rooms to sannyasins & later property dealing business. Since Shashwat was homeless & jobless after leaving the commune they very soon became friends & started to live with Satish, who gave him a space in his house, food & money for his help as an assistant in a Garden restaurant (‘Basho’) & Property business (‘Bliss Enterprise’).

He was like a big brother to Shashwat so he became like my family too. Shashwat moved out from Satish’s after we started living together in my kitchen (‘Popular Heights’). Satish – we always shared a very loving bond with him.

Satish would often mention about his days when he met Osho at his home in Jullundur/Punjab and his life after. I guess in Poona One all resident Indians mostly knew each other in the commune in those days.

I remember Satish mentioning he was living in Bombay when Osho had returned to Bombay from the Ranch, he was in the core team of Osho’s day-to-day affairs at ‘Sumeela’.

Later, when Osho came back to Poona, Satish also shifted back. Later, Osho had sent gifts with names written on them. There was one more Swami Satish also from the same town, Jullundur, who was visiting, who was handed the gift, this Swami was also a close friend of Satish. When he got this gift the Swami was kind enough to give it to Satish and said to him, “This gift is for you!” Satish very fondly remembered this.

He loved to organise get-togethers/parties at his residence for all Osho festivals as well as whenever he made some good money & would pay utmost attention to the smallest detail.

He was very caring towards his friends who were homeless & would give them shelter, also would encourage & guide them in their field of work to earn a living.

We would see each other from our windows, many times since he started to live opposite our house in August 2016. Last time we met & spoke to each other was in October 2017.

Existentially, I could see him for the last time from our window!

It sounds like he worked in the ashram, and was quite well known to Indian sannyasins?

We watched the video. Looks like the burning ghats have been modernised!

Anyway, I suggest, stop meditating in these cold churches, one can easily get a cold there.

When the remarkable author, poet and friend of other artists, Gertrude Stein, died in a Paris hospital (1946) her last words (were questions) addressing the friends around her death bed, and are reported:

“What is the answer?”, she is said to have said.

Nobody present knew what to say.
She then asked (apparently): “What then is the question?”
And she died. Leaving this message to the friends around her bed.

Also found other versions of her numerous playing with ´the rose´ theme, like these:
“A rose tree may be a rose tree may be a rosy rose tree if watered.” (‘Alphabets and Birthdays’)
“Indeed a rose is a rose makes a pretty plate….” (‘Stanzas in Meditation’)
“When I said, A rose is a rose is a rose is a rose. And then later made that into a ring, I made poetry, and what did I do? I caressed, completely caressed and addressed a noun.” (‘Lectures in America’)
“Civilization begins with a rose. A rose is a rose is a rose is a rose. It continues with blooming and it fastens clearly upon excellent examples.” (‘As Fine as Melanctha’)

The first one, a ´Gertrude´-quote from ‘Alphabets and Birthdays’, I like best for this moment of the snowy, cold, freezing winter day here.

Wish you all well. Or well again. Caressing this.

Madhu