Day 97: I looked at him and it was love at first sight 

Sunday, lazy Sunday. Spent lunch time watching this documentary on Netflix about Bhagwan Osho Rajneesh. I saw it pop up in the suggestions and immediately thought of the hilarious dinner time conversations at Bhor, with SPD recommending trips to the ashram in Pune, especially the sessions behind the white flowy curtains.

Turns out they were real sex therapy sessions, where Rajneesh proposed his sanyasins (he preferred the common female gender to all his followers) let their bodies free in order to free their souls. The documentary had revelations from the long-time bodyguard and the long-time secretary for the human-god, and was insightful on the movement in the 70s and 80s, what is often referred to as the pop culture.

I’ve never had any real respect for self-proclaimed gods, and this gentleman was no different. He was guilty of everything, from sex with minors, to sex with too many partners, to visa fraud, voter fraud, and indulging in narcotics. When his secretary and bodyguard left him, he even accused them with the intent of maligning their almost non-existent reputation.

The documentary was well shot, including many real video snippets from the ashram archives. Hippy followers, smoking weed, walking around with beads and rudrakshas were abundant, and it was almost hilarious watching them react in unconscious submission as ‘the bhagwan’  touched them at their various chakras as a part of his therapy sessions.

Belief, especially blind belief, makes us do weird things. The ex-bodyguard speaks of how he lost almost 30 years of his life, and most of his family and friends, in following the guru around India and the USA. A question he often asks himself is when did it stop being about spirituality and start getting weird. And he says, he realized too late that it had always been weird. He had just not seen it soon enough.

The secretary, who left her guru after his demands became unmanageable, speaks fondly of her first meeting with the Saint. A young girl of 20, her father took her along to meet him, and it was love at first sight. She saw the Saint and knew that he was her lover.

Oh God!

Can you keep the volume down, please? Human demi-gods come and go. But a Sunday for napping comes only once a week.” Scotch 

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Rich God, Poor Man

These three little boys are extremely curious about everything in life and wandered into my gated house searching for my six year old dog. The oldest is 10 and is the responsible big brother and the youngest notes, “Even I am 6 yrs old“, when I tell him how old the Scotch is.

As I sit them on the sofa and bring them an apple each, they stare at all the gadgets in the house with awe.

How much is the TV, akka? Must be very costly no? Oh! Small computer! Oh! It’s called an iPad? How much does it cost? Must be a lot of money no? Nice mobile (cell phone). Look! I managed to unlock the phone. How much does it cost, akka?

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I fend off their inquisitiveness with answers that I believe are appropriate for their age. As the oldest and the youngest pet Scotch and enjoy their apples, the middle one wanders off to more apples kept at the puja area.

[It’s customary for most Indian households, especially Hindus, to have a little temple in the house; a collection of idols and pictures to bless the house. These idols are traditionally worshiped by lighting lamps and incense sticks and with offerings of flowers, vermilion, rice flakes or money.]

He carefully stares at the many colorful idols on the various sections and his eyes eventually rest on an idol that has been recently worshiped on. He fixates on an idol that sits smack at the center of a small podium, and has mounds of Rs. 5 coins lying around it.

Why is there so much of money put there, akka?“, he quizzes me, while settling back on the sofa.
It’s for the God. My mom must have done a puja with the coins.“, I respond.
But, God already has so much money. So, why are we giving him more money?“, he retorts, catching me off guard.
Umm…I…don’t… How old did you say you are, again?“, I ask my quizzer.

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I am 8“, he responds, ” and Mani anna is 10. My mama came home drunk last night and threw quite a fit. It was very funny, you know!” and he continues to munch on his apple.

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