Ageh Bharti remembers the many presents he has received from his Master
It might have been around 2005 when I was sitting in my meditation room, finding myself engrossed in very emotional memories. The memories that had surfaced were:
Osho had given me many presents, not only inwardly, but a lot of outward presents too.
Once when I was visiting him at his residence, he suddenly got up, went into a room and after eight or ten minutes came out with several beautiful shawls on his arm.
He pointed one out to me, “Shiv, this one will make a beautiful bush shirt for you. This too will make a nice bush shirt.” And then he touched one shawl with his hand to feel the cloth and said, “No, this is a bit rough for a pair of full pants.” He went back into the room and came out with other shawls and said, “This one is nice to make full pants out of it. And this is a good shawl for your wife. And here is a sweater for you…”
Osho once gave me a beautiful pen, once a watch, and once a golden ring. The first lot of gifts that came from America were seven watches, one of them was for Ageh Bharti!
During the time I was writing articles for Osho, I told him that all the ten photographs he had given me had been sent off to the different magazines along with the articles, and that now one magazine was asking for a photograph and I had none left.
He went in a room and came back with a big bundle of photographs, and a pair of scissors. He sat down and started cutting them up – from this side and that side. Like that, to his liking, he cut them to size, smaller and more suitable for size and look.
He gave me at least 50 portrait photos and said, “Even if they have not asked for a photo, you send one along with the articles, ok?”
Like that he always fed me well with all that he thought I might need.
Once when I was in Junagadh in Gujarat to attend one of his meditation camps, he asked me to tell his then Secretary, Prof Arvind Kumar, to buy me, before I left, a travel mosquito net to protect me during my journeys – but I never asked Arvind ji…
On another occasion a new bicycle was bought for me to drive to the Yukrand Magazine’s office, as mine was too old and uncomfortable.
Sitting there in my meditation room I remembered all this and also that I was such an idiot that I never even offered him a rose. I might get fully enlightened like him but I won’t meet him again in his body to offer him a rose.
I started crying. And the more I thought of the impossibility of ever being able to offer him a rose, the weeping became louder and louder, so much so that even passers-by on the road could have heard me.
I must have wept for about 45 minutes when I heard a ‘pling’ of an SMS. It was from Ma Prem Geeta from Vadodara.
It read: “The tears flowing in love are the flowers offered at the feet of the Divine. – Osho”
It was now my turn to laugh and laugh with the feeling, “Oh, my most beloved Master, you are so very present. You are so very present!”
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