Keeping Osho on Planet Earth

Remembering Here&Now

Transcript of an interview with Veena about Nirvano by Swaram for Love Osho’s podcasts; broadcast on 11 December 2019.

Osho and Nirvano

Swaram: We are very happy to have Veena on the show today who, as Nirvano’s close friend, is happy to tell us a bit about Nirvano.

So Veena, welcome to the show. To start, please tell us how you first met Vivek, later to be known as Nirvano.

Veena: It was early 1972 when Osho was living in Woodlands in Bombay (now Mumbai). He was giving a series of talks at a place called Cross Maidan, and I was living in the famous Rex Hotel which many people will know about, and I went along to this place. When I arrived, it was very daunting because there must have been about 300 or 400 Indians, and Ma Taru, was there as the main Kirtan¹ leader and the Indians were all going a bit crazy.

I thought, “Well, I am not going to do that!” and so I just sat on the side for a while and was wondering what to do. Then I saw there was a very exquisite young (Western) woman sitting at the end of about the fifth row and so I thought maybe I could go and join her and sit with her. So I went over to her and said, “Do you mind if I sit with you as I feel a bit lonely.” She said, “Yes, me too! Please sit down.” So I did! That was Nirvano, and that was my first meeting with her.

After the discourse we went back to Woodlands together – that was the apartment that Osho lived in. I hadn’t met Nirvano before even though I had been to the meditation camp in Matheran ² in January. She wasn’t there then. In Woodlands there were two bedrooms; Osho shared one bedroom with his sister, Laxmi lived in the other bedroom and Nirvano slept on a mattress in the living room, which wasn’t exactly comfortable or private! After a few days – it was actually quite strange – Laxmi came over and said, “We have found an apartment for you and Nirvano to stay in” – because she knew I was living at this very hippie-ish Rex Hotel. Laxmi said that apparently somebody was going away for a few months and they had this flat and if Osho needed it, it could be used. So Nirvano and I ended up in this very posh flat with marble floors and bathrooms and everything, and we lived there for 3 or 4 weeks. It was just so easy… She was a very reserved person so she didn’t say much.

Then suddenly Osho called us in one day and said that he wanted us to go to Mount Abu together. Now I knew that there was a meditation camp coming up in a few weeks, and usually people would go up in a kind of convoy, but no, Osho wanted us both to go up there now. And I thought, “Oh my god! Travelling on an Indian train and getting tickets and all that….” But fortunately, the tickets were already bought for us, so Nirvano and I got into the Ladies’ carriage on the train, which went first to Ahmedabad and then on to Mount Abu Station [Abu Road].

Ma Taru had told us about an ashram there where we could stay and she had given us a letter of introduction; so we got in a taxi and went to this ashram. But when we got there, the Indian monks were very taken aback to have these two young girls come and say that they were going to live with them! They showed us this room which was absolutely horrendous, with cow dung floors. It stunk, it absolutely stunk, so I went over to the small window – and there was a ditch with raw sewage flowing through it just outside our window! We looked at each other and said, “No way!”

But I had an idea! Coming into Mount Abu I had seen a sign saying ‘Dak Bungalow’. In the old days the English had established these Dak bungalows all over India, so they knew they had a decent place to stay when they travelled on official business. I said to Nirvano, “Come on, let’s get our bags. We’re going there!” So we picked up our things and marched out, without saying goodbye to the rude monks and when we got there it was absolutely fantastic – Indian-style with these huge ceilings, and gardens, and the caretaker was just delighted to have us. We paid a whole 2 ½ rupees a night, and he cooked for us and took care of us. It was absolutely blissful and we had a wonderful time exploring Mount Abu until Osho came for the camp.

Okay, brilliant… obviously I’m aware that this was the beginning of a lifelong friendship with Nirvano, and that later on you lived in Osho’s house with her.

Of course later on we will go into the details of Osho’s relationship with Nirvano – or hers with him – but for now let’s say that Nirvano was looking after Osho’s daily needs. So can you describe Nirvano’s job?

I think very few people have an understanding of how delicate and fragile an enlightened person’s body is and how much care had to be taken of Osho’s body.

The routine was for Nirvano to give him his tea in the morning because that was terribly important! And to give him his medication, because he had a kind of diabetes, although not a serious one. Although there was somebody to take care of cleaning his room and other practical things, she took care of all his needs, and basically his whole life! She organised everything – his clothes, medical needs, etc – and then she turned secretary and took care of all the ashram business which was done in the afternoon, between 3 and 5 – in Pune One. That was also when Laxmi would come with ashram business.

I must make it clear that very few people saw Osho in a private capacity; no one went into his room unless there was business to be done.

Nirvano had a team of people supporting her to look after Osho, so for example Shunyo was doing the laundry – very important, Amrito was looking after the medical side and Devageet was looking after any dental work that was needed.

At that point I was the only person working in the sewing room, and my job was sewing his clothes and anything that was needed to be done in his room, like the curtains – and I’ll tell you a funny story about that later on!

Nirvano’s job was to supervise the team supporting her, which was busy with looking after Osho’s body, taking care of it. There were extreme hygienic circumstances: only Shunyo touched a garment after it had been washed before it went in to him, so that there was no danger of us spreading any germs – because Osho caught colds very easily.

And then there were the cooks, Mukti, Nirgun and others… There was a team of about 10 people looking after him, so that when he needed to go and give the morning discourse or darshan in the evening, the clothes were ready, the shoes were ready, the matching socks were ready, the hat… And then there were the photo sessions…

Nirvano supervised everything; she was a managing director as well as a nurse! And when the energy darshans started, she was in charge of all the mediums and that was a really big job – a lot of things going on under the surface there.

She dedicated her life 24 hours a day to taking care of him – not only for him but also so that he was able to do his work with all of us. I’m shocked that there has been so much jealousy and hatred, and bad things said against her, whereas in fact we should be down on our knees thanking her for taking such good care of him.

You mentioned that there was a team of around ten people taking care of Osho’s daily needs, and other activities, and his coming out to give discourses, but that Osho also had a very private life and that Nirvano was perhaps the only one who had access to him. Would you like to tell us a little bit more: could the people in the house go to his room, or was Nirvano the only one?

There were two people (in Pune One) who had access to him, Nirvano and Laxmi, the Ashram secretary who saw him in the afternoon. The people in the house had no access to him whatsoever, and in fact even when he went from his room to the balcony in Nirvano’s room to have his meals, we were very clear that we were not supposed to be in the passageway, nor on the stairway. We were very aware of his routine and to never, ever, ever disturb him.

But if work was needed to be done in his room… For example, Nirupa did the cleaning of his room. That was done when he was eating, so he was out of the room, on Nirvano’s balcony. I had to go into his room on occasions – mainly to fix the curtains, which gave us endless problems. But I did that during discourse.

If any work was needed to be done, it was done during discourse or darshan, so that he never actually met us. But if we had questions, yes, Nirvano would go in and ask him; but that was never on any personal basis, it was purely functional, to do with the job.

Laxmi would go in in the afternoon with ashram business and with the questions people had asked him for discourse, and he would select which questions he wanted to answer. But otherwise no personal contact at all, even with the guards. There was the whole ‘samurai’ story in Pune One.³ At Osho’s request there was always a guard (samurai) outside his door and in the garden 24 hours a day making sure that no-one would ever go in and disturb his silence.

From talking to sannyasins, I got the impression that it was not easy to be in Osho’s physical presence, that his energy field was so strong that people could not even function properly. If that was the case perhaps you can confirm it out of your own personal experience later. But for now, I’d love to talk about the relationship between Nirvano and Osho. How did Nirvano manage that, how did she manage to absorb Osho’s energy and carry on with her daily duties on a daily basis?

Oh, that’s quite a question that I don’t think I can answer.

I guess it goes back to what we have been discussing about spiritual things. The more your body is in harmony, the more energy you can take… and I think that she had actually hit quite a high level, and therefore was able to absorb it. I never felt that she was in any way dysfunctional, in the way that I was….

I already told you that story about when I went in to fix the curtains, and the energy in the room was so strong, it hit me and I collapsed onto the floor, but she just calmly went about tidying the room, the paper he had been reading and the pens, looking over at me and laughing until I had recovered – and then we could talk about the curtains. In that sense she was very strong, but I also wonder if that constant absorbing of energy, especially during the energy darshans, where she was his main medium, and the energy that he was ploughing through her every night, to spread to so many other people, may have resulted in weakening her resistance too.

Osho darshan Nirvano

Ok, and you have mentioned something about Nirvano’s illness and we’ll talk about that towards the end of the show, when we talk about her death, but for now I’d love to talk about the relationship between Nirvano and Osho. This relationship is quite mysterious, an object of much speculation. Some people say that Nirvano was the girlfriend or the ‘lover’ of Osho, or the caretaker, and we also know that Nirvano had love affairs and boyfriends, so what is your understanding of Nirvano’s relationship with Osho?

Probably this is the most important point in our whole talk. As far as I’m concerned, from my observation of the two of them together – and this has been confirmed by quite a number of my close friends who were also close to her – Nirvano’s function was to keep Osho here on the planet.

Now that may sound strange and esoteric (and I think it is!) but Osho had spoken quite often about how fragile the body of an enlightened person is – that once a person becomes enlightened, his connection with the planet, the earth and its people, ends. Basically, he should take off into existence! And he said that various masters did everything they could to remain in the body to help as many people as they could.

So for example, I remember him talking expressly about the enlightened Indian master, Ramakrishna, who was always eating and always asking for food. And one of his disciples said to him, “This is really terrible! You are enlightened and you should not be so attached to food!” And the master said, “The day I stop eating is the day I die.” And this is what happened. He stopped eating and he died. Osho said it was only the food, the physical eating and processing of the food in his body that kept him in his body and related to the earth. And when he felt it was time for him to go, he stopped eating and died.

Most enlightened masters had wives or women to take care of them. It’s the whole Taoist thing of male and female, and the balance between them which allows enlightened people to stay longer. I feel very, very strongly that Nirvano was Osho’s anchor to this planet.

And on a personal level I don’t think it is my or anyone’s business to know exactly what their relationship was… all I know is that it was almost beyond comprehension. The depth, the strength, the beauty was almost beyond me, but I’ll tell you one story which was absolutely mind-blowing.

It was after discourse, in Chuang Tzu, in Pune One. Nirvano always used to go out of the door first and wait for him, out of the way, so that he could walk out backwards still namaste-ing to everyone. This time he turned around, just maybe two feet from the door, and she was standing in the door. I was watching and saw this energy connection from the Hara (DanT’ien in Chinese) of both of them; it was so strong, almost like she was pulling him. And they were both smiling and looking into each other’s eyes. I was stunned to see their energy connection. So strong! It affected me deeply.

So, to reduce their relationship to something that we can understand is futile. You just have to accept that their relationship was on a completely other plane.

Just very recently Bhagawati sent me a photo of Osho in Lisbon. He was leaving to go back to India, and Nirvano had to go and get visas and stuff like that; she could not accompany him. She’s kneeling in front of him and you just have to look at the photo to see how strong and how deep that relationship was.

Airport Portugal

She could roll her eyes up to heaven when he was making impossible demands and she could also be very cross with us if we didn’t perform exactly as was needed!

If people could only understand that, then all the speculation about boyfriend, girlfriend, etc. just disappears. It just does not exist, because their relationship was on a plane that I don’t think we can even conceive of. And I think that (maybe we talk about this later when we talk about her death) if only people could understand this and see beyond all the rubbish that is being talked about.

Their relationship was of incredible beauty and incredible value and her purpose, just to say it again, I am absolutely one hundred percent convinced, was to keep him on the planet for us.

Wonderful, well I hope we can access the photo that you just mentioned… and perhaps it can give us a sense of what you just described.

I have heard you say once that Nirvano was a Zen master in her own right… Can you give us an example of that and how she affected you?

Yes, there were many, many occasions…. One happened very early and it was probably my first actual ‘mini-satori’, back in Woodlands. I was just a regular hippie travelling around India, and I was talking about Osho and she looked at me and laughed and said, “Veena, Osho isn’t a man; he’s just energy!”

It changed my whole perception of him immediately and it’s true: from then onwards, he was no longer a person, a man; he was an energy that was channelling existence’s energy as well, directly to us. That was a very, very important moment.

Camp Mt Abu And maybe people will laugh at this one… At the beginning of the year there was a picture posted on Facebook shared by quite a lot of people, people finding it so wonderful and so on, and I looked at it and thought, “If you only knew the story behind it, you would maybe have second thoughts!” It was the picture taken maybe in the first Mount Abu [meditation] camp.

He used to lead Dynamic personally every morning and one morning he announced (we had live music and he used to personally conduct the drummers to make them go more chaotic) that he wanted us all to take our clothes off and do it naked.

And I went, “Oh my God…!” I’d already experienced a lot of sexual harassment from Indians and Indian sannyasins. I was quite angry and didn’t take my clothes off because I thought, “I’m not going to deal with this…”

(At this point I have to get down to the nitty gritty! At this place there were no toilets – we had to go to pee in the bushes – and twice I found Indian men skulking behind the bushes waiting to watch me pee. There was only one other western woman, I think – Karuna from Denmark – so we took her boyfriend so that he would chase off the Indian men that were trying to look at us.)

I said to Nirvano later on that day after the discourse, “I’m just so fed up with this constant sexual harassment!” And she pointed to the middle of the meditation field (we were sitting on a balcony at this point) and told me to start screaming, “I hate you fucking Indians!” So, I went and started jumping up and down and screaming; then I came back and she kind of nodded her head.

Osho heard about this and he asked her why, and she told him what I had said, and the next morning in Dynamic, he announced that no, we should not take our clothes off anymore. Apparently he gave the most blistering discourse that evening to the Indians (it was all in Hindi then) about sexual harassment and their sexual repression and so on. That was his first blasting at Indians about their whole sexual repression.

Another time was when I altered the sleeves of his white robe! In the early days he was wearing the white robe and I took over for someone who was leaving and Nirvano told me to make the robe exactly as it is. So I did that, and even though it was cut very badly, I didn’t change it and made it exactly as it was. The robe was kind of gathered at the sleeves where they joined the shoulder and it did not look good.

After a few weeks, when I had got a bit more confident, I thought that I would give it a try and made the sleeves fit nicely, just as a T-shirt does. Nirvano was furious with me; I tried to explain and said maybe she could just take it in and try it on. But she was really cross with me!⁴ Anyway she took it in and I was sitting there worrying what kind of a hit I was going to get. She came back out with a handful of robes and threw them down and said, “Right, do them all like this by tomorrow!”

Anyway, it was little things like this that I was made constantly aware by her of how much I needed to be aware, and how much I needed to surrender to her and also how much I could also just stand up for myself.

Timewise, she was an absolute stickler for punctuality; one minute late was not good enough.

Well, thank you so much for these beautiful anecdotes of your friendship and life with Nirvano. Let’s move on and talk about her tragic departure from the body. She left her body prematurely at the age of forty-two. It must have been a very painful day in your life to lose your beloved friend. What can you recall about that?

Yes, it was very traumatic. I had watched her going downhill for a considerable time, and I have written elsewhere about her illness so I won’t repeat it, but there is something that has been published in Osho News so if you want to look at details you can go there and read that.⁵

I was visiting her every day or every second day. She had moved to Krishna House because it was felt that she was no longer able to take care of Osho in the way that he needed, particularly as his own health was going down. And I often wonder to this day that if her health had been better taken care of, would he have stayed around longer to be with us? Because their decline was parallel, they went down together.

Because I was no longer one of the team looking after Osho’s body, I was no longer living in Osho’s house, and I had the day off.⁶ I was down by the river, staying at home (in my room) in one of those ashram places by the river, and the day before that I was very busy trying to get some performance off the ground (I don’t know what it was!). And so I had not actually been to see Nirvano for three days; I’m not sure about Gayan. Gayan and I were her constant visitors, otherwise there were not many other people visiting except one person who brought her food.

I was away for the day, but I came for the discourse in the evening of course; in those days I was one of a team of six or nine women who opened the car door and the doors at the back of the podium for Osho, and I was in what I thought of as ‘the hot seat’ – that was on the right-hand side when I was opening the door of the podium as he went in. After he’d namaste-ed everyone (at the end of the discourse), he came down a little passage to the door, and at that point there was just you and him – in this case, me and him – so it was very strong… He had just been channelling all this energy into everybody, and it was still coming, and that’s when, yes, it was quite hard to stand upright!

But this particular evening I was standing near the car door as the car pulled up, and as he got out of the car I felt stunned – the only word I can use is just stunned, at the strength of sorrow, such existential sorrow (surrounding him) that I could hardly deal with it. I could not even put a name to it. I didn’t even know what it was. And he walked past me without giving a namaste – usually he would walk past and look at each one of us and smile or something. But he didn’t – he walked straight through onto the podium, and I thought, “What is going on? What is this?” (Remember, I had been away all day.) So then while he was namaste-ing the people on the right, we slipped into our seats on the very edge of the seating in Buddha Hall on the left, so that we did not disturb him.

I just sat there, wondering: “What’s going on…?” – because I could not fathom it. I had never experienced this because always around him there was either a deep feeling of peace, deep silence, calm, or there was joy, laughter – but never just an overpowering sorrow.

Then we went back behind the podium after the discourse (we would always just slip out so that we could take up our three positions, the car door and the two doors) and, as I said, I was still overwhelmed with feelings of such sorrow. He then walked down the short passage towards me and for the very first time ever, I could not look him in the eyes, I felt that was intruding.

Never ever have I had the feeling of intruding, because he was an open book – you know, he wasn’t there – but this time I felt that by looking at him I was intruding. And so I looked down and stepped back because I felt I was intruding on his space. Then he stopped and put his two hands on either side of my namaste-ed hands and then he looked at me but he didn’t smile or anything…

And then he got in the car and went off.

I was in such shock; I did not know what had happened (I had not spoken to anyone). I just ran home. I didn’t meet anyone so didn’t know that Nirvano had died. I only heard the next morning that she had died the day before.

That was his reaction, that depth of existential sorrow that I think we cannot even conceive of.

So yes, it was very, very, very strong for me, because I knew she was suffering but I had hoped that – I knew Osho was going to die, that was fairly obvious – I just hoped that when he died, she would go and get the treatment that she really needed. I sort of knew that she would not go as long as Osho was in the body, but I hoped that she would then be able to go and get hormonal treatment.

I often wonder about what he said about her death, that “her death was untimely.” Is this what he meant: that had she been able to stay on longer, she might have been able to recover?

But yes, it was a very intense and tragic time.

Did you have the chance to speak with Osho directly after Nirvano’s death?

No, of course not… I mean, by that point he was so ill he was not even doing the ashram business; there was nobody going in to see him in the afternoon. I think it was only Anando and his doctors and Shunyo maybe – but otherwise there was nobody seeing him. It was obvious even then that he was leaving. So, no.

And did he say anything publicly, or to anyone privately, about her death, as far as you know?

Nirvano plaqueWell, you know there was a little picture of her, a little sort of shrine for her in the ashram and his words were that “her death was untimely.” And I think it was Anando who said later that Osho said that “Nirvano did the best that she could with the body she had in this life.”

But I don’t think that anyone knew more than that. You know, it was private, and it was just accepted, and there is nothing you can do… He and her – only they knew what was going on.

But can I tell you one ‘esoteric’ thing? I had had various little esoteric connections with Nirvano but after she died… nothing! I thought that was a bit strange, because I thought that I would have somehow felt her, felt her presence. But then, two years ago, I did the silent retreat at Osho Nisarga, and although I was not really that comfortable there, I did have one or two mini-satoris!

One day I had a very deep meditation and in fact I didn’t even get up and go to where we were supposed to be going to. I just sat there in a very deep silence and suddenly I had the feeling of Nirvano’s presence coming into me – she was laughing and laughing and laughing like the way we used to laugh! (Because we really used to laugh. As well as being a strict Zen master we had so many wonderful times together and she was always laughing. She was really a bubbly laughing person.) I sat there with my eyes closed and she was just floating around me. She was just laughing and laughing and laughing – and then she disappeared. And so I felt she was okay.

Riding this wave of laughter I would love to end this episode like this: if you can share with us your happiest moments with Nirvano and how you would like her to be remembered.

It is difficult to think of one specific incident. We were almost constantly together and she would always be joking about what Osho had said (and what he wanted) so we had to figure out what to do, but she always said it with a laugh.

I do remember one time riding around Rajneeshpuram in her Rolls Royce – you know Osho gave her a Rolls Royce, which she loved. She had never taken a driving lesson and didn’t have a license or anything! But she could drive an automatic [car]. I remember one night we went out to dinner at our [Ranch] restaurant. We got in the car, she turned the car engine on and then she said, “Oh this car’s engine is so silent I don’t even know if I have turned the engine on or not!” Then we reversed out, went back to Lao Tzu House and she said, “This is ridiculous! Here I am driving a Rolls Royce on an American Ranch!” So, you know, sort of funny things like that.

Oh, one time when she really showed her sense of humour… This was on the Ranch and Osho had started talking again. They had built a new place in Jesus Grove⁷ and Osho was talking to the press… He demanded a new robe every night, and that meant a new hat as well. Those robes took about 3 to 4 days to make plus the hat took a whole day. So if I was making a hat then – I couldn’t be sewing.

It was an amazingly stressful time. I mean, we were working 15 hours a day trying to get things done. And then, with one robe we had had particular problems and there he was, ready to go to Jesus Grove, and we were still trying to sew on what we called ‘the wings’ [the side panels]. Nirvano came in and at first she was cross and said, “When are you going to be ready? We are already 10 minutes late!”

She went out and then came back again, and we were saying, “We are nearly there, nearly there!” And she said, “If you could just see him sitting there with just his socks and the hat on, just waiting for your robe!” We all just absolutely cracked up. That helped us to sew faster and faster. He was 20 minutes late!

You know… little things like that. She was always fun!

Another thing… She wanted me to do something in her room in Pune One, I’ve forgotten what. She came and called me and said, “I want you to do something (in my room).” And I said; “But he (Osho) is eating on the balcony!” Her room had a balcony and he always ate there because he was very sensitive to smells so she didn’t want the smell of food in his room – so he ate on her balcony; I didn’t want to disturb him. And she said, “Yes, but I want things to be more relaxed so come in. It doesn’t matter if he hears us talking. It’s quite all right!” She was so informal…

Osho and Vivek 1975One very special thing was when I started to make her clothes. It was early Pune One and somebody had made this dress for her. She used to call it her ‘straightjacket’! It was very unflattering! It just went straight up and down.

Then suddenly (I was still editing then, I hadn’t started sewing; in fact, this is probably the beginning of how I started to sew for him) I saw her walking by and she was wearing this floppy, voluminous dress. And I just thought, “Oh my god, is she pregnant?” I just thought this dress was awful, didn’t flatter her. She was so beautiful, you know.

Then a few days later I got a call to come to the kitchen [in Osho’s house]. She was standing there in another awful dress and said, “Look, I just got this dress back from the tailor. Somebody had it made for me and it looks awful. Can you fix it? Can you make it look better?” Because she knew I made my own clothes and my boyfriend’s clothes.

And I said, “It’s horrible. Why don’t you just let me make you a dress?” And she said, “Oh no, no, no!” So I said, “Why not? I am going to make you a dress.” And so I made her a dress and it really fitted and she looked so beautiful. Then I brought it to her [finished] and I said, “Now put it on.”

She put it on and looked at herself in the mirror and then said, “Oh no, no, I can’t wear this!” And she started to take it off but I said, “Why not?” And she replied, “It’s far too beautiful. I just want to stay in the background.” And I said, “Come on, come on, come on… Go and ask Osho. Let him decide what kind of dress you should wear. Really, you should wear a dress that makes you look beautiful.”

And she went, “Hmmmf!” So I told her, “Go on, go on….” I knew he wasn’t asleep then! So she went in and stayed there a little while and then she came back.  “Well?” She laughed and said, “He said I looked like an angel!” I asked, “So that means yes?” and she said, “Yes.”

So, I made most of her clothes from then onwards. She was so sweet. She was never egotistical. Never wanted to put herself forward. Needed to be persuaded to wear a pretty dress.

Oh, wait a minute… Sorry, I haven’t said how I want her to be remembered. That was the end of the question, wasn’t it?

I think first of all we owe her an incredible thank you for the care and devotion that she showed for Osho. I am positive that without her devotion he would not have lasted so long or been able to do what he was able to do. She was there for him totally, 24 hours of the day, and that included waking up every night at 2am to give him his medicine – so she never had a full night’s sleep.

The grace that she did everything with… How she treated us, the team she worked with, who made so many mistakes because our awareness was nowhere near as great as hers…

I just want her to be remembered for the exquisite person she was.

Well, Veena, thank you so much for giving us your point of view, your experiences and giving a picture of Nirvano through your eyes. It is beautiful to have an account from a person who really loved her. And we want to end on this beautiful positive note and share something that is really beautiful and positive about Nirvano. Thank you so much for your contribution. OK, Veena, enough for today.

Footnotes

¹) Kirtan – singing of sacred songs and chants.
²) Matheran – a small town in the Ghats between Mumbai and Pune where early meditation camps were held.
³) The ‘samurais’ were guys who had practiced martial arts before they became sannyasins. Osho asked for them to form a team of guards who guarded his room and the garden 24/7. There were some crazy people who tried to gain access to Osho but they were stopped and thrown out by the guards every time they tried.
⁴) She said afterwards that she was afraid that with sleeves cut more tightly, he would not easily be able to raise his arms to ‘namaste’ us and so would be inconvenienced.
⁵) Nirvano – a beloved friend
⁶) Osho had recently formed the Multiversity with 6 or 7 departments. To each department he appointed a director and, surprisingly, he appointed me as director of ‘Creative Arts’, a new department. This meant I needed to be more accessible to do my job properly so I was given a room in the commune complex.
⁷) Jesus Grove was a kind of Reception Centre at the entrance to Rajneeshpuram where some people connected to the Administration also lived.

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