Deception

Osho, is it really true that even the devil cannot deceive the Marwaris?

Sahajanand! After hearing yesterday’s discourse, even Nasruddin got riled. I had said that even the devil cannot deceive a Marwari. So the mulla thought to himself: To hell with the Marwaris! Today I’ll trick a Marwari in such a way that her seven generations will remember it. It was dusk; the sun had set, and because of a power failure the street was dark. Nasruddin saw that the neighbor, the Marwari Seth Dhannalal’s new daughter-in-law, was coming along with a long veil drawn, a beautiful bag dangling from her hand. The mulla thought, A good chance—let me give this Marwari woman a taste today. He quickly got up and fell into step with her. Half past seven in the evening, the darkness, and then that long veil! The woman thought, My husband has come. She said, Listen, dear, I feel like having a Coca-Cola. The mulla understood she was taking…

We don’t keep it in mind, do we! Yes—so we have no thought of the final reckoning. And since the final reckoning evens everyone out, what difference does it make who… No; therefore the real question is not who deceived and who was deceived. The point is: that is the last accounting. Before that, who lived in joy and who lived in sorrow? That is the real question.

And my understanding is this: if eight or ten children were playing, then by twelve o’clock the game is over; they’ve shut up all their shops and gone. But the one who thinks, “I was cheated,” his night will be different; his sleep will be affected. The one who thinks, “I cheated,” his sleep too will be troubled. That is to say, it was all just play, wasn’t it? So the real question now is: while we were in the play, were we happy then? If we were happy then, even after the play a stream of joy will keep flowing. In this entire life, that we construct such-and-such a life—this is not what is valuable. What is valuable is that life be such that it leaves you in bliss, and that is what I am speaking of. It will always be non-dialectical. There will be no duality in it,…

Osho, are you truly an admirer of the Marwaris’ intelligence? Is being a Marwari really a matter of honor and pride? And can I become a Marwari too?

Chandulal and his wife got off a train. Outside the station he said to her, “See, you’re as forgetful as ever. You left your umbrella right there in the compartment. Good thing I remembered—so I brought not only my umbrella but yours too.” His wife said, “Oh Ram! But neither of us brought an umbrella from home.” Chandulal was taken aback for a moment, then said, “Bless Lord Rama—when He gives, He tears open the thatch and showers it down!” Chandulal’s son Jhummaan came home gleefully and said, “Papa, Papa, today I ran behind the bus all the way home and saved a full fifty paise. Now do you admit I’m truly your son!” Chandulal boxed his ears and said, “You good-for-nothing, you’ll ruin me one day! Idiot—if you’d run behind a taxi you could have saved three rupees, and you ran behind a bus to save only fifty paise!…

Osho, what is the first experience of samadhi like?

You will know only when it happens. It cannot be said; at most a few hints can be given. It is as if, in the dark, a lamp is suddenly lit. Or as if a dying patient, right at the edge of death, suddenly finds a medicine that works; life’s wave, life’s thrill spreads again—so it is. As if a corpse becomes alive—such is the first experience of samadhi. It is the taste of nectar. The experience of the ultimate music. But it will be only when it happens; and only then will you understand. You will not understand by my saying it. It is as with love. How can anyone explain it? To someone who has never loved, never known love, no matter how many explanations you offer—he will hear it all and still ask, “I haven’t understood; please explain a little more.” It is like explaining light to…