But she wakes me up, gives me a cup of tea. Just to be respectful to her, I drink the tea. My tea is not much, it is just water and tea leaves. No sugar, no milk. If that kind of tea is served in heaven, all the saints will start moving toward hell. Then, I have always loved water, from my very childhood. One and a half hours in the morning I am in my bathroom, enjoying the bathtub, the shower; and the same in the evening, one and a half hours again. After my bath, immediately I have to get into the car and move to the Mandir where my people are waiting.
Back to my place, it is lunchtime. I take my lunch at eleven, and go to sleep again, which I have done most of my life. I had to miss my classes when I was a student, and my teachers allowed it because if they did not allow it, then I used to sleep in the class. I said, “There is no way… I have to sleep these two hours.” When I was a professor, I was sleeping two hours, and I had told the vice-chancellor that during these two hours no classes should be given to me, otherwise I would be sleeping there.
At two o’clock I wake up, and for one hour I go for a ride. That is the only time I come in contact with the Rolls Royces. I love driving, and I have certainly one of the most beautiful roads, because it is made by my sannyasins only for me. There is no traffic, so I need not bother whether I am driving on the right or on the left. The whole road belongs to me. One hour there, and back home.
For one and a half hours I simply sit silently in my chair doing nothing and let the grass grow by itself. Then my bath. After the bath, I take my supper, and after the supper I am here. I will be back there nearabout nine, nine-thirty. Then my personal secretary comes with letters from all over the world; news cuttings about me from all over the world, anything that the personal secretary feels I need to know – because I don’t read. Since five years I have stopped reading anything: books, newspapers, magazines, anything. The clippings that my personal secretary brings she has to read; I simply listen.
Nearabout eleven, I go to bed again. Now, where will I find the time to be a showman? Yes, you can look at my dress and think it looks like the dress of a showman. It is not, it is the love of my people, I am dressing for them. They make beautiful dresses, they enjoy making them for me, I cannot refuse them. And to whom am I going to show? I never go out of this place.
You see my watch? I have hundreds. My people are really intelligent people, no master in the whole history can claim such an intelligent group. Now, this is made by my sannyasins, it has already defeated Piaget – and it is made of real stones, not diamonds.
Real stones, not diamonds, so don’t carry the idea that it is fake. Real stones are as real as real diamonds, there is no question of its being fake. I just heard on television one stupid journalist saying that I have been using fake watches. I cannot understand – such authentic stones, and you call it a fake watch? Its time is absolutely perfect; in a year only one second will be the difference, and that is the best any watch can do. It is as beautiful as any diamonds. The same watch from Piaget is a half-million dollars, just because of an idiotic idea that diamonds have some value.