Diplomacy

Osho, the way you are imparting education is, in the ultimate sense, right education. But it seems doubtful that politicians and rulers would also regard it as right education.

Just yesterday I saw a politician giving a speech, explaining to people: just a little more patience, socialism is about to arrive. A man stood up and shouted, socialism will never come; we’ve been hearing this for thirty years. The politician said, trust me; now it is not far, it is just about to arrive. Not much longer, a little more patience. Just this one more election and socialism will be here. A few others stood up and said, socialism will never come. Your secretary was saying last night at the club that socialism will never come. The crowd was so large and started shouting so loudly that the politician was flustered. He said, my secretary was saying that—how can that be? Because this speech has been written by my secretary. And I tell you again, socialism is coming. But more people stood up. They said, socialism will never come.…

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…

Osho, what is the fundamental anguish of human life?

There is only one anguish: that a human being cannot become what he was born to be. There is only one anguish: that the seed remains a seed and does not bloom like a flower; that it cannot scatter its fragrance to the infinite winds; cannot converse with the moon and stars; cannot offer its colors to the sky; cannot be expressed. If the poem within the poet cannot be revealed—anguish. If the painter cannot paint—anguish. If the dancer cannot dance—if chains lie on his feet—anguish. Anguish means only this: that what we are meant to be—our innate nature and destiny—does not come to fruition, and we are forced to be something else. Then anguish is born. Then melancholy gathers over life. And all those countless people you see burdened with sorrow, living in a kind of hell—the reason is only this: each has come carrying the seed of becoming…

Osho, I can’t get interested in religion at all, but I am very eager about politics. What could be the reason?

I have heard: in a village a young man spread his bedding in a family’s veranda at night. The owner asked, “Why are you laying your bed here?” He said, “I am doing satyagraha.” “For what? What have I done to you?” “You did nothing. I want to marry your daughter. Until you marry her to me I will fast unto death. I will do satyagraha.” The news spread; a crowd gathered. Naturally, people side with satyagraha. “He is nonviolent, good, in khadi.” People garlanded him. First two or four of his friends did, then imitative people joined. Flags appeared. The poor father panicked. He did not want to marry his daughter to that loafer. What to do? The whole village condemned him: “What are you doing? Will you take his life? You’ll regret it all your life! See his love—this is love. Even Majnu didn’t do this. He has…