Chapter 1: I Am a Beginning and an End
Not at all, Big Prem. Peeping is a good exercise! One feels sad for those who don’t know how to peep. And you are not peeping into somebody’s bathroom. You need not be worried - peep joyously.
But people become worried.just last night, to wake up Niskriya, I gave him a Nazi salute. Then too he was not fully awake; just a little bit he came into his senses. Everybody enjoyed, but Garimo’s mother Gita became worried. She thought that this Niskriya seems to be a Nazi agent.
This poor Niskriya, he has nothing to do with anything, Nazi or German or great Nordic Aryan blood. He is a simple fellow. He is so simple that every girlfriend leaves him just in one day. But he is not worried, because he keeps a list and he waits for somebody else to come. Seeing that he is a famous figure here, he gives appointments: “For this week I am completely engaged.” And he has a secretary in Sarjano - another fascist! So every rejected woman goes to Sarjano.
This has been happening, and the whole commune is enjoying, but Gita is old and her memories of what happened in the second world war are still alive. She freaked out. I don’t know.if one day I tell Niskriya to do a goose step, what will happen to her? She is so old, and I don’t want to give her a heart attack. And most probably Niskriya does not know the goose step. But Gita has suffered, her father-in-law was jailed by the Nazis, her father died because of the jail; all kinds of tortures were revived when I gave Niskriya the Nazi salute.
And I was just trying to wake him up!
This is the most anti-fascist place you can find in the whole world. But I am sorry, because I forgot that there are a few old people: Gita is here, Gita’s husband is here, who must have suffered much. I should not have done it. But Niskriya is absolutely innocent; whatever fault there is, is mine.
I am not a Catholic pope who never commits mistakes; I committed a mistake just yesterday and one never knows - I may commit it today, because you cannot rely on me. And Niskriya is getting ready. Of course for the goose step there is no space; neither does he have the right kind of boots. But when he gives the salute you all have to give him a good clap! It does not mean that that salute is monopolized by any Adolf Hitler.
Just today I have received a letter from England. The English postal department has started small advertisements on their envelopes; it costs fifty thousand pounds per advertisement. And this advertisement is really strange. It says, “Jesus is alive.” I have told my secretary to write to the person: “Please inform us of his address, or at least his phone number. You have been idiots to do this advertisement - this simply means that he is not alive, because five billion people are alive and nobody is advertising that, ‘I am alive.’ Unless Jesus is dead there is no point in advertising.”