|OSHO IN NEWS
| A Feel Good Factor
The Pioneer , New Delhi, 18 March, 2013
OSHO Says allow yourself to weep and laugh together to distress.
Sometimes it happens that by laughing, suddenly you find tears also start coming together with it- very confusing, because ordinarily we think they are contrary. When you are full of ears it is not a time to laugh, or when you are laughing it is not the right season for tears. But existence does not believe in your concepts, ideologies; existence transcends all your concepts, which are dualistic, which are based on duality. Day and night, laughter and tears, pain and blissfulness, they both come together.
When a man reaches into his innermost being he will find the first layer is of laughter and the second’s layer is of agony, tears.
So for seven days you have to allow yourself to weep, cry, for no reasons at all- just the tears are ready to come. You have been preventing them. Just don’t prevent, and whenever you feel they are not coming, just say, “Yaa boo!”
These are pure sounds, used as a teaching to bring all your laughter and all your tears and clean you completely, so that you can become an innocent child. This is absolutely my meditation.
Leela will be in charge of it and you will be surprised that no meditation can give you so much as this small strategy.
This is my experience of many meditations, that is what has to be done to break tow layers in you.
Your laughter has been repressed; you have been told, “don’t laugh, it is a serious matter.” You are not allowed to laugh in a church, or in a university class...
So the first layer is of laughter, but once laughter is over you will suddenly find yourself flooded with tears, agony. But that too will be a great unburdening phenomenon. Many lives of pain and suffering will disappear. If you can get rid of these two layers you have found yourself.
There is no meaning in the words, “yaa-hoo” or yaa-boo.” These are simply techniques, sounds which can be used for a certain purpose to enter into your own being. And you may have felt it- when you shout, “yaa-hoo!” you may have felt a sudden breeze of freshness and joy.
| The Many Faces of TV Wala Love
The Financial World, Delhi, 18 March, 2013
Osho had not reckoned with our TV soaps while asserting, “When love comes, it comes at its pinnacle. There is no other state of love, it is always the highest. There are no degrees of love… (It) is never less than the whole. A little love has no meaning. Either there is love or there is not.” Our entertainment channels depict love not only in varied hues and situations but also in varying degrees ranging from sublime to crass.
Last Friday (15 March), Parichay (Colors) came to a happy conclusion, making way for a new serial Gurbani. Parichay, among other things, dealt with the power of love – unintended though it was – Siddhi was supposed to marry Anand but his death triggers off events that lead to her marriage with Anand’s brother Kunal, who had lost his love and career to the shenanigans of DK Thakral. Siddhi, gradually, pulls Kunal back from the morass of low self-esteem; thus, making one ponder over love’s phantasmagorical hues. Love on television does not flower in impoverished dwellings. Poverty’s ugliness precludes any possibility of the blooming of such a delicate sentiment. Love among the impoverished is decorated with ‘aesthetic’ frills, Uttaran for instance; it needs to be nurtured with beautiful surroundings that only TV producers can apparently afford.
Not that there is no clash of classes; for example, Iss Pyaar Ko Kya Naam Doon (Star Plus) is a love story featuring love-hate relationship between Khushi, a simple, small town girl, and Arnav, the big-time tycoon with all the attendant traits like ruthlessness and arrogance.
Again, Balika Vadhu (Colors) is a multi-layered narrative wherein love between Anandi and Shiv stands out prominently. She, a village belle, is sarpanch and he, an urbane introvert, is IAS officer. He admires her wisdom, courage and progressive worldview; she respects him for being liberal minded and falls in love with him in installments. Which goes to prove that love is not normative — its followers make and observe their own norms. Shiv and Anandi’s love – more spiritual than pheromone induced – is an experience that heightens sensibilities. Ditto for Pavitra Rishta (Zee TV) wherein the love narrative has typical middleclass flavor, wherein Manav and Archana get married despite daunting obstacles, only to be separated later on; but fate’s vagaries fail to break the bond between them.
Love demands sacrifices – something that not all can make. However, in Sony TV’s Bade Achhe Lagte Hain Priya does precisely that; she is unbelievably forgiving while taking back Ram Kapoor who has given away all his riches to his second wife Ayesha. Is love really such a feeling that numbs all senses, including commonsense? This would appear to be the case.
But there is another form of love, seasoned with hate and contempt as much as with mutual concern and adoration, which we witness in Madhubala (Colors). Indeed, it is a bemusing equation between the large hearted, forgiving, now-timid-now-bold Madhubala and the sadomasochist Rishabh Kundra. Is love real? Countless skeptics will trot out convincing arguments against the possible existence of real love. Like the US writer, Dorothy Parker, who comes up with this shard: “By the time you swear you’re his/ Shivering and sighing/ And he vows his passion is/ Infinite, undying —/ Lady, make a note of this: / One of you is lying.” The French dramatist, Jean Anouilh, however tries to assure us with "Oh, love is real enough, you will find it some day, but it has one arch-enemy — and that is life" – something, you witness in the unfolding dramas Savitri (Life OK) and Saraswatichandra (Star Plus).
In the pre-TV soap days, it used be love-after-first-fight, often after the couple had dashed against each other in a college’s corridor/lawn, and books had tumbled down from either’s hands. Now the LAFF has a variant – lasses tumbling off stools, stairs or stumbling against something invisible on plain ground, with hunks around to collect them in arms. In both the cases arguments ensue, which mysteriously morph into high voltage romance. Such is the capricious nature of love in television soaps.
Randeep Wadehra is a poet,
Author and columnist based in
Chandigarh. All the views expressed
In this column are his own
| Gratitude and Grace
Mid Day, Mumbai, 15 March, 2013
And in these bleak times an edifying story of gratitude and grace involving the well known Pune based industrialist Zavere Poonawala and his loyal driver Ganga Datt who passed away recently. Datt had worked with him for the last 30 years driving a car originally owned by Osho himself. “On hearing of his chauffeur’s demise Poonawala reportedly arranged for the limo to be decorated with flowers and after Datt’s family agreed to his wishes, he himself drove him from his home up to the ghat for his final journey. And apparently, when asked about it, the thoughtful employer replied that Ganga Datt had served him day and night, and this was the least he could do for a man who’d given him excellent service and had worked hard to educate his children. “Everybody earns money which is nothing unusual, but we should always be grateful to those people who contribute to our success,” the industrialist is reported to have said! Needless to say, we like very much!
| Empathy is still pure, alive in animals and in treesss
Afternoon Despatch & Courier, Mumbai, 7 March, 2013
APATHY is inhuman. And remember, when you are apathetic towards anybody, your heart is becoming harder. You are not doing any harm to the person, you are simply being self-destructive. The more apathetic you are, the more your heart will lose its great qualities. It will become just a pumping mechanism for breathing, but not a bridge for feeling.
Empathy has almost disappeared from human beings. It is certainly the only quality that joins you with the life current within other human beings, animals, trees -- with the whole existence. It is pure religiousness. But no religion teaches empathy. All religions teach is sympathy, and sympathy is not the real thing.
But in animals and in trees, empathy is still pure, alive. There have been experiments on animals.... A child of some animal is taken deep into the ocean. The mother is on the shore, miles away; but when they start torturing the child, the mother starts feeling the same -- the way Ramakrishna did. When they stop torturing the child, the mother stops being tortured. There is some connection between the mother and the child, which, even miles away, remains -- some invisible connection.
The child has been in the mother's womb for nine months. He is nothing but an extension of the mother. Whatever he has is the gift of his mother; his blood, his bones, his flesh, his very life is ninety-nine per cent from the mother, only one percent from the father.
The father does not feel empathy, but the mother feels it. The experiments have been done thousands of miles away, and still it has affected the mother. The father remains unaffected. The father is really not a relative; he has performed just an arbitrary function. Any syringe could have done it -- but syringes don't feel empathy. The father is an unnatural institution. The mother's situation is totally different. The child is her own extension. Every small thing that has happened in the nine months when the child was in the mother's womb has affected the child, even the dreams of the mother. If she was sad, the child was sad, because he was just part of her. If she was happy, the child was happy.