July 24th, 2008
I Fear That I’ll Sound Like Him When I’m Sixty Years Old
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Over the last week, a learned old man has been writing really mean e-mails to some readers of my blog, and, when I objected, to me too.
Some of these e-mails have only been pompous –
Being an educator, writer, revolutionary, holistic healer, I educate people to rise above themselves.
Like for example, whenever I travel in taxis and autos, I make the drivers give up their loathsome habit of gutka or smoking and they respond positively. If some people react the way they do, it is their problem. They have to grow up. Sometimes bitter medicine is good for the body, mind and the spirit.
I always write with a sense of purpose and I have been writing for the last 30 years. Thousands of articles, cathartic poems, 35 books, over 10,000 lectures delivered in 63 countries.
I do not like young men like you, who booze (100 wine glasses), enter in live-in-partnerships, talk of Hinduism and eat meat, work like slaves for MNCs and make money by marketing substandard Korean, Chinese Goods to India while killing cottage industries run by poor artisans of India…
Are you aware of the art of pottery? The raw clay is soaked for days, then it is pounded and dough is made. Then, it is put on potter’s wheel to give it a spin (which is what i am now doing to you). Then the potter gives shape to pots with his deft hands. Thereafter, these pots are burnt in furnace to make them strong, then they are painted nicely so that the buyers buy them. I am a potter. You are still an incomplete pot.
Others, however, have been in such bad taste that I’m not even reproducing them here, out of respect for your sensibilities.
I’m more amused than offended, except that it’s too sad to be either offensive or amusing.
My friend Kanishka said yesterday that “every obnoxious act is a cry for help”.
I fear that I’ll sound like him when I’m sixty years old, because I’ll not know how else to cry out for help.
