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CHAPTER 13. ECSTASY IS KNOWING THAT NOBODY IS HOLDING YOUR HAND But no society calls God ”uncle”. It is strange, very strange, because uncle is an older word than father. ”father” is not very old, it is a very late addition to language. The farther back you go, the more you will find there were societies all over the world – just as it is in other animals, birds – where the mother took care of everything. The father’s function was finished once the woman was pregnant. In fact, in olden days it was difficult to know who was the father. So all the males of the age of the probable father – somebody was the father – all the males of the probable age of the father were called ”uncle”. So uncle is an older word, far more prestigious. Father only came later on when men became very possessive of women. It came with private property. The word ”father” is joined with private property. When people started having private property – their land, their house – then they wanted to be certain about their son, because he was going to inherit it. Then matrimony became the basic system: you had to marry one woman, and the woman had to remain absolutely surrendered and committed to you so that there was no possibility of her conceiving somebody else’s son, and his possessing your property. This whole business of matrimony is a question of economics, not of psychology. And man kept himself free. He created prostitutes and he created all kinds of ways to get out of matrimony without disturbing the woman. But the woman had to remain absolutely dedicated to the man – not only in life, but even in death. In India the woman had to die with the husband; she had to jump, alive, into the funeral pyre where her husband was being burned, because the husband was so jealous: ”What is the guarantee after I am dead that my wife may not start having some relationship with somebody else?” And the basic problem was that his property that he had accumulated – he had earned it, exploited for it, robbed for it – should not go to somebody else; it should go to his own blood. So if one day you find the father’s hand is missing, you start creating a fiction: God the father – who is invisible of course – is holding your hand and He is leading you. I told my grandfather, ”I don’t want to be left in the situation where I have to create a fiction to live in. I want to live a real life, not a fictitious life. I am not a character in a novel. So you leave me alone, let me fall. I will try to get up. You wait; you just watch, and that will be more compassionate towards me than holding my hand.” And he understood it; he said, ”You are right – one day I will not be there.” It is good to fall a few times, get hurt, stand up again – to go astray a few times. There is no harm. The moment you find you have gone astray, come back. Life has to be learned through trial and error. So the moment you start listening to the voices – and they are all recorded exactly as they were given to you – you will be surprised when you try to hear who is speaking to you. You will simply laugh: ”Oh, this is my mother. I have not seen her for twenty years, and she is still trying to manipulate me.” She may be dead, but from her grave she is still keeping her hand on your neck. Her intention is not bad, but she is crippling you. From Ignorance to Innocence 170 Osho

CHAPTER 13. ECSTASY IS KNOWING THAT NOBODY IS HOLDING YOUR HAND I used to tell my father, ”Don’t give me any advice, even if I ask you. You have to be very straightforward about it. You have simply to say,’Find out your own way.’ Don’t give me advice” – because when some cheap advice is available, who bothers to find one’s own way? I had been consistently telling my teachers, ”Please remember one thing: I don’t want your wisdom – simply teach your subject. You are a teacher of geography and you are trying to teach me morality? What relationship has morality with geography?” I remember the poor man who was my geography teacher. He was in trouble because I had taken something from the pocket of the student who was sitting by my side. I had taken his money from his pocket and this teacher was telling me, ”Don’t do that.” I said, ”That’s not your business. You are a geography teacher and this is a question of morality. If you want, I am ready to go to the principal; you come with me. Nowhere in the geography syllabus... I have read it and nowhere is it said that you cannot take somebody else’s money. And money is simply money; whoever has it, it is his. Right now it is mine. A few moments before it may have been his, but he has lost it. He should be more alert. If you want to give advice, give advice to him. ”In the first place, what is the need to bring so much money to the geography class? There is nothing to buy, nothing to purchase; there is not going to be any shopping. Why did he bring his money here? Then if he has brought the money, he should be alert. It is not my fault, it is his fault, and I have simply taken advantage of it, which is my right. To take advantage of situations is everybody’s right.” I remember that poor man. He was always in difficulty, and always in difficulty with me. He would see me out of class and he would say, ”You can do whatsoever you want to do, just don’t bring so much philosophy into poor geography. And I don’t know anything about philosophy – I simply know about geography. And you turn the question in such a way that even in the night I go on thinking whether it was geographical or religious or philosophical.” Just in front of my school there were two beautiful kadambara trees. The kadambara is a very fragrant flower, and I used to sit in those trees whenever I could escape from the classes. That was the best place, because teachers would be passing underneath and the principal would be passing and nobody would be thinking that I may be hiding in the tree; and the trees were thick. But whenever this teacher of geography would pass by there, I could not resist dropping at least one stone or two stones on his head. And he would look up, and he would say, ”What are you doing there?” One day I said, ”This is not a geography class. You disturbed my meditation.” And he said, ”What about those two stones that fell on my head?” I said, ”That is simply coincidence. I dropped the stones; it’s strange how you appeared exactly at the right time. Now I will be wondering about it. You also wonder about it, how it happened exactly.” He used to come to tell my father, ”Things are going too far.” He was a bald-headed man; and in Hindi the word for bald-headed is munde. His name was Chotelal, but he was known as Chotelal Munde. Chotelal was rarely used, just Munde was enough because he was the only completely From Ignorance to Innocence 171 Osho

CHAPTER 13. ECSTASY IS KNOWING THAT NOBODY IS HOLDING YOUR HAND<br />

I used <strong>to</strong> tell my father, ”Don’t give me any advice, even if I ask you. You have <strong>to</strong> be very<br />

straightforward about it. You have simply <strong>to</strong> say,’Find out your own way.’ Don’t give me advice”<br />

– because when some cheap advice is available, who bothers <strong>to</strong> find one’s own way?<br />

I had been consistently telling my teachers, ”Please remember one thing: I don’t want your wisdom –<br />

simply teach your subject. You are a teacher of geography and you are trying <strong>to</strong> teach me morality?<br />

What relationship has morality with geography?”<br />

I remember the poor man who was my geography teacher. He was in trouble because I had taken<br />

something from the pocket of the student who was sitting by my side. I had taken his money from<br />

his pocket and this teacher was telling me, ”Don’t do that.”<br />

I said, ”That’s not your business. You are a geography teacher and this is a question of morality. If<br />

you want, I am ready <strong>to</strong> go <strong>to</strong> the principal; you <strong>com</strong>e with me. Nowhere in the geography syllabus...<br />

I have read it and nowhere is it said that you cannot take somebody else’s money. And money is<br />

simply money; whoever has it, it is his. Right now it is mine. A few moments before it may have been<br />

his, but he has lost it. He should be more alert. If you want <strong>to</strong> give advice, give advice <strong>to</strong> him.<br />

”In the first place, what is the need <strong>to</strong> bring so much money <strong>to</strong> the geography class? There is nothing<br />

<strong>to</strong> buy, nothing <strong>to</strong> purchase; there is not going <strong>to</strong> be any shopping. Why did he bring his money here?<br />

Then if he has brought the money, he should be alert. It is not my fault, it is his fault, and I have<br />

simply taken advantage of it, which is my right. To take advantage of situations is everybody’s right.”<br />

I remember that poor man. He was always in difficulty, and always in difficulty with me. He would<br />

see me out of class and he would say, ”You can do whatsoever you want <strong>to</strong> do, just don’t bring so<br />

much philosophy in<strong>to</strong> poor geography. And I don’t know anything about philosophy – I simply know<br />

about geography. And you turn the question in such a way that even in the night I go on thinking<br />

whether it was geographical or religious or philosophical.”<br />

Just in front of my school there were two beautiful kadambara trees. The kadambara is a very<br />

fragrant flower, and I used <strong>to</strong> sit in those trees whenever I could escape from the classes. That<br />

was the best place, because teachers would be passing underneath and the principal would be<br />

passing and nobody would be thinking that I may be hiding in the tree; and the trees were thick. But<br />

whenever this teacher of geography would pass by there, I could not resist dropping at least one<br />

s<strong>to</strong>ne or two s<strong>to</strong>nes on his head. And he would look up, and he would say, ”What are you doing<br />

there?”<br />

One day I said, ”This is not a geography class. You disturbed my meditation.”<br />

And he said, ”What about those two s<strong>to</strong>nes that fell on my head?”<br />

I said, ”That is simply coincidence. I dropped the s<strong>to</strong>nes; it’s strange how you appeared exactly at<br />

the right time. Now I will be wondering about it. You also wonder about it, how it happened exactly.”<br />

He used <strong>to</strong> <strong>com</strong>e <strong>to</strong> tell my father, ”Things are going <strong>to</strong>o far.” He was a bald-headed man; and in<br />

Hindi the word for bald-headed is munde. His name was Chotelal, but he was known as Chotelal<br />

Munde. Chotelal was rarely used, just Munde was enough because he was the only <strong>com</strong>pletely<br />

<strong>From</strong> <strong>Ignorance</strong> <strong>to</strong> <strong>Innocence</strong> 171 <strong>Osho</strong>

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