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CHAPTER 24. IMITATION IS YOUR CREMATION<br />

<strong>com</strong>es <strong>to</strong> work in the office and goes back. It was a holiday so he had <strong>com</strong>e with his wife and child.<br />

A crowd gathered, and they said, ”Whose child is this?” – because in Bombay children are being<br />

s<strong>to</strong>len.<br />

In all the big cities of India children are being s<strong>to</strong>len. Then they are crippled, blinded, and they are<br />

made beggars. And there are gangs: a certain man who feeds them and takes all their earnings<br />

in the evening. He feeds them, he gives them clothes, he gives them shelter. But unless they are<br />

blinded, crippled, their legs cut off or their hands cut off, who is going <strong>to</strong> give them money? The<br />

more crippled and the more miserable they look, the better are their chances for begging, and the<br />

more money they bring in.<br />

So in every big place children are being s<strong>to</strong>len. And they end up in some gang where there are<br />

hundreds of children. The police know; the police take their own part of the money. The police do<br />

not prevent the children from begging on the streets; rather, they protect them. In fact they help the<br />

owner of these children so that these children cannot escape anywhere.<br />

In fact these children cannot escape because they have been blinded, crippled – where can they<br />

escape <strong>to</strong>? Who will look after them? They don’t know where their father is, their mother is, from<br />

where they have been brought – because if they were caught in Calcutta, they would be used in<br />

Bombay. If they were caught in Bombay, they would be used in Madras. So they don’t know where<br />

they <strong>com</strong>e from or where they are right now.<br />

They cannot escape, but the police still keep an eye out so that nobody tries <strong>to</strong> escape. Everybody<br />

has his share, except that child. And if he <strong>com</strong>es one day without any money, then he gets beaten.<br />

So he has <strong>to</strong> <strong>com</strong>e with it. He cannot try <strong>to</strong> hide some money from the owner, because he knows<br />

how much a child earns.<br />

The owner goes on walking around and looking <strong>to</strong> see how much this child will have earned by the<br />

end of the evening. So tentatively he knows that this boy is bound <strong>to</strong> <strong>com</strong>e with ten rupees, fifteen<br />

rupees. And if he <strong>com</strong>es with two rupees then he gets beaten. And where can he hide the money?<br />

That money is found immediately.<br />

So a crowd gathered and they asked, ”You are both sannyasins; this woman is a sannyasin, you<br />

are a sannyasin. In the first place, why are a woman and a man sannyasin <strong>to</strong>gether? That is not<br />

allowed. In the second place, this child – from where did you get this child?”<br />

They said, ”This is our child.” They had <strong>to</strong> say it. And people started getting ready <strong>to</strong> beat them:<br />

”This is your child? You are a sannyasin and you have a child”<br />

Somehow the sannyasins tried <strong>to</strong> explain <strong>to</strong> them, showed my mala, and said, ”We are not old,<br />

traditional sannyasins.”<br />

Somebody in the crowd knew about me. He said, ”Leave them. They are not your sannyasins. They<br />

belong <strong>to</strong> a different kind: neo-sannyas.”<br />

<strong>From</strong> the station they came directly <strong>to</strong> me. They said, ”Give sannyas <strong>to</strong> our child also, because<br />

without sannyas we will be caught again. We are poor people and anybody can start beating us and<br />

<strong>From</strong> <strong>Ignorance</strong> <strong>to</strong> <strong>Innocence</strong> 349 <strong>Osho</strong>

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