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Chapter 29: Nobody Is Missing Anything

He said, “You will drive me crazy! Now I have to take another shower.”

I said, “It is up to you, I don’t say anything. You are doing all these things on your own.”

He said, “That’s true.” He took another bath and came in. I closed my eyes and did not say anything to him. But he could not sit restfully. He again asked, “Tell me the truth. Were you joking?”

I said, “If I tell you the truth, you will have to take another bath. So it is better I keep my eyes closed.”

But he could not.because it is such a sin for a high-cast brahmin in India to touch the feet of a Mohammedan. He said, “But if you are a Mohammedan, then why did all those people - none of them was a Mohammedan - come to see you off?”

I said, “I am a Mohammedan mystic. I tell people which horses are going to win in the race.”

He simply jumped up again and touched my feet. He said, “Forget about Mohammedanism or Brahmanism, just give me a number. I am in a financial difficulty.”

I said, “You don’t understand at all. You again will have to go to the shower. It is not easy for me to give the number of the horse that is going to come first in the coming race, and I cannot give it to somebody who distrusts me.”

He said, “No, I will trust you. If you say, I will not take a shower again.”

I said, “Promise?”

He said, “I promise.”

I gave him a certain number - just any number. He said, “But what is the guarantee?”

I said, “When the race happens, then you will know the guarantee. Right now, it is just a fictitious number. That is my business - I cheat people.”

He said, “What? So this horse is not going to win?”

I said, “In my whole life, I have not been in any contact with horses. I don’t understand their language, they don’t understand my language. But if people want to be exploited, I go on giving numbers. And before the horse race I move to another place.”

He said, “My God, so this is useless?” He threw it out of the window. “I will have to take another bath.”

I said, “You promised. As a high-cast brahmin, breaking a promise is a sin.”

He said, “You will kill me! And we have to travel for twenty-four hours together.”

People have been cheated by the priests, by the politicians, by the pedagogues for centuries. They were giving them fictitious numbers; those horse races don’t happen.

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