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CHAPTER 6. SYMPHONY FOR A SEABIRD<br />
The Prince ordered a solemn reception – because a Prince is a Prince, and he thought that a king<br />
among birds had <strong>com</strong>e, and just as o<strong>the</strong>r princes have to be received so this bird which was so<br />
beautiful had to be received with equal honour. But how to receive a bird? The Prince had his own<br />
ways.<br />
THE PRINCE ORDERED A SOLEMN RECEPTION, OFFERED THE SEA BIRD WINE IN THE<br />
SACRED PRECINCT, CALLED FOR MUSICIANS TO PLAY <strong>the</strong> COMPOSITIONS OF SHUN,<br />
SLAUGHTERED CATTLE TO NOURISH IT. DAZED WITH SYMPHONIES THE UNHAPPY SEA<br />
BIRD DIED OF DESPAIR.<br />
Although everything was done to receive <strong>the</strong> guest, nobody bo<strong>the</strong>red who <strong>the</strong> guest was. The guest<br />
was received according to <strong>the</strong> host, not according to <strong>the</strong> guest, and that killed <strong>the</strong> poor bird.<br />
Many of you are simply dead because of <strong>the</strong> host. Nobody looks at you. A child is born and <strong>the</strong><br />
parents start thinking what to make of him. Even before he is born <strong>the</strong>y start thinking.<br />
I was staying in <strong>the</strong> home of a friend. The friend is a professor in a university, and his wife is also a<br />
professor. Both are very intelligent persons with gold medals and certificates and Ph.D.’s. I saw <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
daughter – <strong>the</strong>y have only one daughter – playing on <strong>the</strong> piano, weeping and crying. So I asked her<br />
mo<strong>the</strong>r: What is <strong>the</strong> matter? The mo<strong>the</strong>r said: I always wanted to be a musician and my parents<br />
wouldn’t allow it. This is not going to happen again to my daughter – she has to be a musician. I<br />
have suffered so much because my parents wouldn’t allow me, <strong>the</strong>y forced me to be a professor. I<br />
am not going to force my daughter to be a professor, she is going to be a musician!<br />
And <strong>the</strong> daughter was crying and weeping!<br />
You are so confused because of o<strong>the</strong>rs: your mo<strong>the</strong>r wants you to be one thing, your fa<strong>the</strong>r<br />
something else. It is bound to be so because <strong>the</strong>y never agree, fa<strong>the</strong>rs and mo<strong>the</strong>rs, <strong>the</strong>y never<br />
agree.<br />
Mulla Nasrudin’s son told me: I would like to be a doctor but my mo<strong>the</strong>r insists that I have to be an<br />
engineer. So what can I do? I said: You do one thing. You spread <strong>the</strong> rumour that your fa<strong>the</strong>r wants<br />
you to be an engineer. So now he is a doctor<br />
They are always opposed, fa<strong>the</strong>r and mo<strong>the</strong>r, and <strong>the</strong>ir opposition goes deep within you, it be<strong>com</strong>es<br />
an inner conflict. Your fa<strong>the</strong>r and your mo<strong>the</strong>r may be dead, no longer in this world, but <strong>the</strong>y are<br />
within your unconscious – still fighting. They will never leave you in peace. Whatsoever you do, your<br />
fa<strong>the</strong>r says do it, <strong>the</strong>n your mo<strong>the</strong>r says don’t. Your inner conflict is your parent’s conflict. And <strong>the</strong>n<br />
<strong>the</strong>re are uncles and bro<strong>the</strong>rs and sisters and many relatives and you are alone amidst so many<br />
well-wishers. And <strong>the</strong>y all want you to be something according to <strong>the</strong>m. They destroy you. And <strong>the</strong>n<br />
<strong>the</strong> whole of your life be<strong>com</strong>es a confusion – you don’t know what you want to be, you don’t know<br />
where you want to go, you don’t know what you are doing and why you are doing it. Then you feel<br />
miserable. Misery <strong>com</strong>es if you cannot grow to be a natural being; if you cannot grow according to<br />
yourself.<br />
This happened to that sea bird and this has happened to all sea birds – you are all sea birds.<br />
One day you landed in a womb in <strong>the</strong> capital of Lu, you were received with great pomp and show.<br />
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