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Chapter 13: Ecstasy Is Knowing That Nobody Is Holding Your Hand

I had been consistently telling my teachers, “Please remember one thing: I don’t want your wisdom - simply teach your subject. You are a teacher of geography and you are trying to teach me morality? What relationship has morality with geography?”

I remember the poor man who was my geography teacher. He was in trouble because I had taken something from the pocket of the student who was sitting by my side. I had taken his money from his pocket and this teacher was telling me, “Don’t do that.”

I said, “That’s not your business. You are a geography teacher and this is a question of morality. If you want, I am ready to go to the principal; you come with me. Nowhere in the geography syllabus. I have read it and nowhere is it said that you cannot take somebody else’s money. And money is simply money; whoever has it, it is his. Right now it is mine. A few moments before it may have been his but he has lost it. He should be more alert. If you want to give advice, give advice to him.

“In the first place, what is the need to bring so much money to the geography class? There is nothing to buy, nothing to purchase, there is not going to be any shopping. Why did he bring his money here? Then if he has brought the money he should be alert. It is not my fault, it is his fault, and I have simply taken advantage of it, which is my right. To take advantage of situations is everybody’s right.”

I remember that poor man. He was always in difficulty, always in difficulty with me. He would see me out of class and he would say, “You can do whatsoever you want to do, just don’t bring so much philosophy into poor geography. And I don’t know anything about philosophy - I simply know about geography. And you turn the question in such a way that even in the night I go on thinking whether it was geographical or religious or philosophical.”

Just in front of my school there were two beautiful Kadamb trees. The Kadamb is a very fragrant flower, and I used to sit in those trees whenever I could escape from the classes. That was the best place, because teachers would be passing underneath and the principal would be passing and nobody would be thinking that I might be hiding in the tree - and the trees were thick. But whenever this geography teacher would pass by there, I could not resist dropping at least one or two stones on his head. And he would look up, and say, “What are you doing there?”

One day I said, “This is not a geography class. You disturbed my meditation.”

And he said, “What about those two stones that fell on my head?”

I said, “That is simply coincidence. I dropped the stones; it’s strange how you appeared exactly at the right time. Now I will be wondering about it. You can also wonder about it, exactly how it happened.”

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