Introduction to a new series compiled by Shanti, to be published weekly.

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I love stories and all this started with my Nani. She was a lover of stories too. Not that she used to tell me stories; just the contrary, she used to provoke me to tell her stories, all kinds of stories and gossips. She listened so attentively that she made me into a storyteller. Just for her I would find something interesting, because she would wait the whole day just to listen to my story.

If I could not find anything then I would invent. She is responsible: all credit or blame – whatsoever you call it – goes to her. I invented stories to tell her just so she would not be disappointed, and I can promise you that I became a successful storyteller just for her sake.

[…] I can still see myself by the side of her bed, with her listening so attentively to what I was saying. Each word uttered by me was absorbed by her as if it were of immense value. And it became valuable just because she took it in with so much love and respect.

When it had knocked on my door it was just a beggar, but when it entered into her house, it was no longer the same person.

The moment she called me, saying, “Raja! – Osho’s name as a child – now tell me what happened to you today – the whole thing. Promise me you will not leave out anything at all,” the beggar dropped all that made him look like a beggar; now he was a king. Every day I had to promise her, and even though I told her everything that happened, she would insist, ‘Tell me something more,’ or ‘Tell me that one again.’”

Waiting the whole day just to listen to his stories, listening attentively to his tales, following the direction of these gentle hints, fingers pointing to the moon, with empathy – absorbing each word uttered as if it were of immense value, taking it in with so much love and respect – imbibing, sipping and enjoying them like tea: that’s the way we can be as close to being Osho’s Nani as we can get.

So, ‘Raja, Beloved Osho: Now tell us something more, tell us that one again!’ We will try to listen to you the way your Nani did in this new series in Osho News, starting on your birthday, December 11, 2016.

Osho’s One Thousand and One Tales to his Nani is my personal choice of stories, gossips, anecdotes, metaphors, myths, allegories, fables, legends and parables, selected from the many discourses of Osho on Buddha and Buddhist masters, Indian mystics, Jesus and Christian mystics, Jewish mystics, Sufism, Tantra, Tao, Upanishads, Western mystics, Yoga and Zen and Zen masters.

I have been and I still am ‘walking’ through several hundreds of Osho’s books, in search of stories hiding there but appealing to me, exciting partners to dance with. This series of 1001 tales may be a practical result of these dances, but that’s not why I did – and still do – this ‘walk’.

Just like in my series in Osho News, called ‘At home in the universe,’ each precious moment spent in Osho’s books is just a great joy and an adventure for me, utterly gratifying in itself.

Moreover, in these tales I find a million times more wisdom about our ‘condition humaine’ than I have found in the whole curriculum of my six year academic study in Psychology at the University of Amsterdam.

Most of these stories have their roots in the cultures of India, China and Japan and in the ancient cultures of the Middle and the Near East, civilizations better known to us for their today’s poverty and barbarism than for their yesterday’s richness, love and wisdom.

These storiesmake me feel ’At home in Existence.’

I love listening to them and it is a joy for me – and a challenge as well – to illustrate them with beautiful, matching images, and I love to share my choice of his stories with you.


And please, don’t bite his finger, look where he is pointing at!

This series is Osho’s series! It is Osho sharing himself with us, his insights, his wisdom, his clear and loving hints to us, all packed inside these attractive and very old stories, coming from so many and such different cultural backgrounds.

What makes him tell them?

A sannyasin once asked Osho the following question:
“Ramakrishna used food as an anchorage to remain on the periphery. What is your anchorage?”

Osho replied:

Four men of the cloth were having a confidential talk and discussing their vices.

‘I like pork,’ said the Rabbi. ‘I drink a bottle of bourbon a day,’ said the Protestant minister. ‘I have a girlfriend on the side,’ said the priest.

They all turned to the Baptist minister who shrugged: ‘Me, I like to gossip.’

That’s my answer also, I like to gossip. That’s my weight. All these talks are nothing but gossips. If it hurts your ego, call them Cosmic Gossips, Divine Gossips – but they are gossips.

Enjoy his gossips!

Osho quotes from
Glimpses of a Golden Childhood, Ch 25
Yoga: The Alpha and the Omega, Vol 8, Ch 2, Q 3

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All essays of this series can be found in: 1001 Tales
All articles by this author on Osho News