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CHAPTER 4. DANGER: TRUTH AT WORK But you become satisfied, and whenever somebody disturbs your satisfied state, you are angry. And of course you have the majority of people with you. That helps you tremendously – so many people cannot be wrong. And truth never happens to crowds, it happens only to individuals. Whenever truth comes, it comes in the vibe of an individual, so that individual is always standing against the whole crowd. Otherwise, the whole crowd is with you, because they have also been fed with the same kind of stuff. The Catholics: how many are they? – perhaps six hundred million. Now, any Catholic has a great consolation, that six hundred million people are with him. Six hundred million people cannot be wrong. And against one person... naturally they feel that this person is a disturbance. It is better to finish this person and go to sleep, back to their dreams. It is not new to me. From my very childhood I have been in the same position. My father would take me with him if he was going to some ceremony, some marriage, some birthday party, anywhere. He would take me on the condition that I should remain absolutely silent, ”Otherwise, you please remain at home.” I would say, ”But why? Everybody is allowed to talk, except me!” He said, ”You know, I know, and everybody knows why you are not allowed to talk – because you are a disturbance.” ”But,” I said, ”in things which concern me, you promise me that you will not interfere with me, and promise you that I will remain silent.” And many times it happened that he had to interfere. For example, if some elderly man was there – a faraway relative, but in India it doesn’t matter – my father would touch his feet, and would say, ”Touch his feet.” I said, ”You are interfering with me, and our contract is finished. Why should I touch this old man’s feet? If you want to touch them, you can touch them twice, thrice; I will not interfere, but why should I touch his feet? Why not his head?” And that was enough disturbance. Everybody would explain to me that he was old. I said, ”I have seen many old people. Just in front of my house there is an old elephant; I never touch his feet. That elephant belongs to a priest; it is a very old elephant. I never touch his feet, and he is very wise – I think more wise than this old man. Just old age does not give him any quality. A fool remains a fool – perhaps becomes more foolish as he becomes older. An idiot becomes more idiotic as he grows old, because you cannot remain the same, you are going to grow. And the idiot, when he becomes senile... then his idiocy is multiplied. And that is the time when he becomes very respectable. I am not going to touch the feet of this old man unless it is proved to me why I should.” Once I went to a funeral; one of my teachers had died. He was my Sanskrit teacher – a very fat man, funny – looking, and funnily dressed in the way of old brahmins, ancient brahmins, with a very From Ignorance to Innocence 48 Osho

CHAPTER 4. DANGER: TRUTH AT WORK big turban. He was a laughingstock in the whole school but he was very innocent too. The Hindi word for innocent is bhole, so we used to call him Bhole. As he entered the class, the whole class would recite loudly, ”Jai Bhole” – long live Bhole. And of course he could not punish all the students; otherwise, how was he going to teach, whom was he going to teach? He died. So naturally, thinking that as he was my teacher I would behave, my father didn’t ask for the contract. But I could not, because what happened there I had not expected – nobody had expected it. His dead body was lying there when we arrived. His wife came out running and fell upon him and said, ”Oh my Bhole!” Everybody remained silent but I could not. I tried hard, but the harder I tried, the more difficult it was. I burst out laughing and I said, ”This is great!” My father said, ”I had not made a contract with you thinking that as he was your teacher you would be respectful.” I said, ”I am not disrespectful, but I am surprised by the coincidence. Bhole was his nickname and he used to get angry about it. Now the poor fellow is dead and his wife is calling him Bhole and he cannot do anything. I am just feeling sorry for him!” Every place I used to go with him he always made the contract; but he was the first party to break it because something or other would happen and he would have to say something. And that was enough, because that was the condition – that he was not to interfere with me. One Jaina monk was in the town. Jaina monks sit on a very high pedestal, so that even standing you can touch their feet with your head... at least a five-foot, six-foot-high pedestal – and they sit on it. Jaina monks move in a group, they are not allowed to move alone; five Jaina monks should move together. That is a strategy so that the four keep an eye on the fifth to see that nobody tries to get a Coca-Cola – unless they all conspire. And I have seen them conspiring and getting Coca-Cola, that’s why I remember it. They are not allowed even to drink in the night and I have seen them drinking Coca-Cola in the night. In fact, in the day it was dangerous to drink Coca-Cola – what if somebody saw it! – so only in the night.... I had supplied it myself so there was no problem about it. Who else would supply them? No Jaina would be ready to do it, but they knew me, and they knew that any outrageous thing, and I would be ready to do it. So five pedestals were there. But one monk was sick, so when I went there with my father, I went to the fifth pedestal and sat on it. I can still remember my father and the way he looked at me... he could not even find words: ”What to say to you?” And he could not interfere with me, because I had not done any wrong to anybody. Just sitting on a pedestal, a wooden pedestal, I was not hurting anybody or anything. He came close to me and he said, ”It seems, contract or no contract, you are going to do whatsoever you are intending to do; so from now onwards we will not make the contract, because it is absolutely unnecessary.” And those four monks were in such uneasiness and they also could not say anything – what to say? One of them finally said, ”This is not right. Nobody who is not a monk should sit on an equal level.” So they told my father, ”You bring him down.” I said, ”You think twice. Remember the bottle!” because I had supplied the Coca-Cola. From Ignorance to Innocence 49 Osho

CHAPTER 4. DANGER: TRUTH AT WORK<br />

But you be<strong>com</strong>e satisfied, and whenever somebody disturbs your satisfied state, you are angry. And<br />

of course you have the majority of people with you. That helps you tremendously – so many people<br />

cannot be wrong.<br />

And truth never happens <strong>to</strong> crowds, it happens only <strong>to</strong> individuals.<br />

Whenever truth <strong>com</strong>es, it <strong>com</strong>es in the vibe of an individual, so that individual is always standing<br />

against the whole crowd.<br />

Otherwise, the whole crowd is with you, because they have also been fed with the same kind of<br />

stuff. The Catholics: how many are they? – perhaps six hundred million. Now, any Catholic has a<br />

great consolation, that six hundred million people are with him. Six hundred million people cannot<br />

be wrong. And against one person... naturally they feel that this person is a disturbance. It is better<br />

<strong>to</strong> finish this person and go <strong>to</strong> sleep, back <strong>to</strong> their dreams.<br />

It is not new <strong>to</strong> me. <strong>From</strong> my very childhood I have been in the same position. My father would take<br />

me with him if he was going <strong>to</strong> some ceremony, some marriage, some birthday party, anywhere.<br />

He would take me on the condition that I should remain absolutely silent, ”Otherwise, you please<br />

remain at home.”<br />

I would say, ”But why? Everybody is allowed <strong>to</strong> talk, except me!”<br />

He said, ”You know, I know, and everybody knows why you are not allowed <strong>to</strong> talk – because you<br />

are a disturbance.”<br />

”But,” I said, ”in things which concern me, you promise me that you will not interfere with me, and<br />

promise you that I will remain silent.”<br />

And many times it happened that he had <strong>to</strong> interfere. For example, if some elderly man was there<br />

– a faraway relative, but in India it doesn’t matter – my father would <strong>to</strong>uch his feet, and would say,<br />

”Touch his feet.”<br />

I said, ”You are interfering with me, and our contract is finished. Why should I <strong>to</strong>uch this old man’s<br />

feet? If you want <strong>to</strong> <strong>to</strong>uch them, you can <strong>to</strong>uch them twice, thrice; I will not interfere, but why should<br />

I <strong>to</strong>uch his feet? Why not his head?”<br />

And that was enough disturbance. Everybody would explain <strong>to</strong> me that he was old. I said, ”I have<br />

seen many old people. Just in front of my house there is an old elephant; I never <strong>to</strong>uch his feet. That<br />

elephant belongs <strong>to</strong> a priest; it is a very old elephant. I never <strong>to</strong>uch his feet, and he is very wise – I<br />

think more wise than this old man. Just old age does not give him any quality. A fool remains a fool<br />

– perhaps be<strong>com</strong>es more foolish as he be<strong>com</strong>es older. An idiot be<strong>com</strong>es more idiotic as he grows<br />

old, because you cannot remain the same, you are going <strong>to</strong> grow. And the idiot, when he be<strong>com</strong>es<br />

senile... then his idiocy is multiplied. And that is the time when he be<strong>com</strong>es very respectable. I am<br />

not going <strong>to</strong> <strong>to</strong>uch the feet of this old man unless it is proved <strong>to</strong> me why I should.”<br />

Once I went <strong>to</strong> a funeral; one of my teachers had died. He was my Sanskrit teacher – a very fat<br />

man, funny – looking, and funnily dressed in the way of old brahmins, ancient brahmins, with a very<br />

<strong>From</strong> <strong>Ignorance</strong> <strong>to</strong> <strong>Innocence</strong> 48 <strong>Osho</strong>

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