The reason was very simple. He had seen his grandfather being harassed, nagged continually, tortured by his grandmother. He had seen his father in the same position, he had seen his uncles in the same position. They were all miserable, and he thought that their misery was caused by the women. He became a woman-hater from his very childhood. And then he came under the influence of the Jaina monks, because his father was a very religious man.
People who are tortured by their wives become religious. Except for religion, there is no other shelter for them. Only religion can give them some consolation: “Don’t be worried, it is only a question of a few years. Next life, don’t commit the same mistake; and start withdrawing yourself even in this life. The woman is powerful over you because you are sexually interested in women. It is your weakness that she is exploiting.” And that’s what he heard from the Jaina monks. In Jainism, sex is the first thing to be renounced, because with it many other things are renounced automatically, you need not work at them separately; sex seems to be the main problem.
Seeing the situation of his grandfather, uncle, father, neighbors and then listening to the Jaina monks, it became a decided thing in his mind that he was not going to get involved in this constant headache.
I told him, “That’s from where your interest in money arises. The energy needs some object, some infatuation.” And I told him, “You may feel hurt, but I have to say it: I have seen you counting notes, and the way you touch the notes looks as if you are touching your beloved.”
He looked at me, shocked. For a moment there was silence, and then he said, “Perhaps you are right. I really enjoy touching those notes. I count them again and again. Although I have counted them, even in the night I count them again. Just touching them gives some strange satisfaction to me – even the notes of other people.
For example, sometimes he would come into my room and if there was some money on the table – because that was the only place for me to keep it – the first thing he would do was count it, and I would tell him, “This is simply foolish. It is not your money, why are you counting it?”
He said, “I simply enjoy it; it is not so important to whom it belongs.”
Can you see the point? If you become interested in somebody else’s wife, do you think of whom she belongs to? There is no question of whom she belongs to – she looks beautiful, that’s all, so you are interested. Whomsoever she belongs to is not your business. This was exactly the case with him: money is money; it is nobody’s really. And just to touch it, to count it, to play with it…
I told him, “If you want to get rid of this infatuation with money, which is absolutely idiotic…”
I am not against money; I am against the infatuation. The man who is infatuated with money cannot use it. He is really destroying the money, its very purpose. In every language, in all the languages of the world, money’s other name is currency – that is significant. Money needs to be a current, river-like, flowing, moving fast. The faster it moves, the richer is the society.