An Immatured Wild Child Mahesh Bhatt: his rage on OSO and craze for UG
sulochanosho
if you put some thing like hard and tough stuff in the toilet, it will
be blocked and the shits you pass 'll be bounced back to your face!
This fellow wants to exhibit his Himalayan courage to tell proudly
that he put osho mala into his toilet and flushed it and walked away.
They show their anger and tantram on dead things like 'mala', just
like a neighbour kid! If you have guts, you burn OSHO! You cann't.
Still you carry OSHO in your head and heart, and for the outer world
you show your heroism and hypocrisy!
Please do the report appeared in TEHELKA, appeared in 2005:
The Enigmatic Story Buster
A new biography is out on UG Krishnamurthy. Tracking his own journey
from being an alcoholic and spiritual junkie to a state of elated self
reliance, Bhatt describes one of the most subversive men in human
history
By Mahesh Bhatt
Mahesh Bhatt
UG said, 'A guru is one
who frees you from himself.'
So one day I flung the dog
collar, the mala Osho had given me, into a toilet, flushed
it down, and walked away.
I had touched a live wire.
There was no looking back
The things you love in life the most are the things which fade. Human
history is littered with monumental works of men and women who,
through their writing skills, have hoped to give permanence to the
moments that have stirred them deeply. Mukunda Rao's book, The Other
Side of Belief - Interpreting UG Krishnamurthy is one such brave
attempt. It is a crown jewel amongst all the other books written on UG
till date.
In this book Mukunda tells the story of a 'Story Buster' called UG who
according to me is the most subversive man in human history. For those
seeking enduring solace within these pages, here is a word of caution.
As you hurtle through time, encountering the crucifixion of Jesus, and
the drama of Socrates forcibly fed hemlock, or getting a closer look
at Darwin, Marx, Freud and Nietzsche, and then a more personal view of
UG's run in with the sage of Thiruvanamalai, you realize that the
author is making you look at the human situation through the eyes of a
man who tears down every sacred institution built by human thought,
brick by brick, over the centuries. In effect, he busts all the
stories that have comforted you over the years, and robs you of all
goals and meaning and leaves you empty and naked. In spite of that,
you are left feeling cleansed and unburdened.
Fifteen years ago, in the year 1990, when I first expressed my desire
to write the story of the life of this 'story buster', I still
remember what he said. 'Why a biography of me? If my life story is
never told, the world would be none the worse for it... If they're
looking for something in my life to change their lives forever, they
haven't got a chance. You can fit my life neatly into that rhyme for
children - Solomon Grundy. That, in a nutshell, is yours, mine and
everybody's story. I must go unsung, unhonoured and unwept.'
One often does not remember the exact details that surround first
meetings, particularly if they have happened long ago. However,
although I first met UG way back in 1977, I still remember what he
said that day to me. 'I'm not a godman. I would rather be called a
fraud. The quest for God has become such an obsessive factor in the
lives of human beings because of the impossibility of achieving
pleasure without pain. That messy thing called the mind has created
many destructive things. By far the most destructive of them all is
God. I don't want to be placed along with Jesus and Buddha and all
these so called seers of mankind. They were all conmen. They conned
themselves and conned the world. It is the messiahs who have made a
mess of this world...'
I felt scorched. Accidentally I had touched a live wire. His words
jolted me out of my spiritual coma. (I was a Rajneesh sanyasi then.)
Those were the days of reading Jonathan Livingston Seagull, listening
to the Beatles and having lsd. It was the taste of the mystical I had
experienced on lsd which had steered me into the spiritual bazaar.
UG robs you of all goals and meaning and leaves you empty and naked.
He tears down every idea
built by human thought, brick by brick, over
centuries. He not only embraces nothingness,
he is nothingness
But in spite of five hours of meditation every day for three years I
couldn't get anywhere close to what I had experienced on lsd. After
meeting UG I realized that Rajneesh had become my crutch and my quest
for freedom had been transformed into a trap, a prison, from which I
mouthed concepts of liberty and independence. But deep down within
myself I was mediocre. In actuality I was no different from a drug
addict, who would go to the Ashram front office begging for a darshan
with 'Bhagwan' like a druggie begging for his next fix.
My years in the Rajneesh Ashram had not contributed to my self
improvement. Progress in that area is an illusion. If holy books and
spiritual talks could change people, this world would become a
paradise. Rajneesh was just a wordsmith peddling half truths and high
phrases. That's what people wanted, not blunt facts. I was lucky to
have met a man like UG who told me, 'A guru is one who frees you from
himself.' So one day I flung the 'dog collar', the mala that Rajneesh
had given me, into a toilet, flushed it down and walked away from him
forever. Once I did that there was no looking back.
As the days wore on, I made it a point to meet UG every time he was in
Mumbai. Although I had walked away from my crutch, I still thirsted
for something enduring.
I once asked him. 'If humanity is to be saved from the chaos of its
own making, what role can India play?' His answer was: 'India has
neither the spiritual power nor the material strength to be of any
help to mankind. Man is merely a biological being. There is no
spiritual side to his nature. All your virtues, principles, beliefs,
ideas and spiritual values are imposed on you by your culture. Not in
'love thy neighbor as thyself', but in the terror that if you try to
kill your neighbor you will also be destroyed along with him, lies the
future of mankind. How long is anyone's guess.' Every time I went to
him, my mental processes were put to rout. All my stories were being
busted bit by bit. I used to go to him seeking assurances and help,
all I got was despair. 'Go back to your Gurus, I have nothing to offer
you because there is nothing to get,' I remember him telling us.
I had come to a dead end. Perhaps the only way out from that feeling
of utter hopelessness was to resort to an act of recklessness. One
night, at 2am, a drunken man - myself - walked to UG's house and rang
his bell. UG opened the door. I still remember what I said: 'I want to
kill you. Why on earth did I ever have to meet a man like you? No
matter what topic I begin with, it ultimately ends in despair.' UG
said, 'Why don't you go to sleep Mahesh. There is a sofa and there is
a blanket. If you want to kill me, you will do well to wait till
tomorrow when people will be around. Then you can make a ritual of the
whole thing.' Minutes later I wished him good night and kissing his
hand said, 'UG I love you.' That was the beginning of my one-way love
story with UG.
The afterglow of a thousand yesterdays spent with UG simmers within
me. This edifice of Mahesh Bhatt stands on the bedrock of insights
acquired through fierce interactions with the enigma called UG. After
25 years of knowing him, I'm still unable to define him!
Once, sitting in a coffee shop, I asked him, 'Is there nothing you
want from me?' He replied, 'Only one thing. After I'm dead and gone
there should be no trace of me inside of you and outside of you.'
This complete self-smashing jolted my entire being. His will to stand
alone and then just die quietly washed over me head to toe. Here I was
in this moment in time face to face with a phenomenon who not only
embraced nothingness but was in fact nothingness. 'How can I do that
UG?' I said. 'The day I erase you from my mind will be the end of me.
You have given me so much courage!'
'That courage is your own. It is you. You need not be indebted to me
for that. Thousands of people come to see me, but they don't have your
guts. It's you my friend...'
And with these words, he freed me. He was truly acting upon what he
had told me when I first met him, that a real Guru is one who frees
you from himself.
Sep 03 , 2005
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