One young boy – perhaps Vivek was there – was brought to Woodlands where I used to live in Bombay. He was not more than nine years old, and he was giving sermons on the Shrimad Bhagavadgita, the Upanishads. I was giving talks on Mahavira in Patkar hall in Bombay. There the father of the boy and the boy himself had come to listen to me. Listening to me, the father thought that if he brought the boy to me, and if I gave him some support, then in Bombay also his boy could be a celebrity.
And the boy was an instant success everywhere, naturally, because you cannot expect that a nine-year old boy can even understand the Gita, or the Upanishads; and he was quoting from them in pure Sanskrit, commenting on them. So he was introduced to me there, after the meeting, and I told them to come to my place.
I told the father, “In a way you have come to the wrong person. I can see you have destroyed this small boy’s whole mind. This is nothing but a deep experiment in hypnotism. You have been hypnotizing the boy and repeating the shlokas. And in a hypnotic state the age does not matter: whatsoever is repeated by the hypnotist is simply recorded; it is not a question of memorizing it. So you have been repeating to this boy, when he is under hypnosis, all these sutras, all these commentaries; nothing is new in them” – because when they came I told the boy to sit on the sofa and start one of his sermons.
He said, “Which one? The one-hour, the thirty-minute one or the ten-minute one?”
I said, “The ten-minute one.”
He immediately sat in a lotus posture – he looked beautiful, a very nice child – and he started a ten-minute sermon. I listened to him, and I told his father, “Not a single word is original. It has all been written before. You have been repeating it to the boy while he has been in hypnotic sleep, and you have prepared him.” The boy was after all a boy, so when I asked him to start, he asked “Which one?” His father had prepared him because sometimes there was time only for ten minutes in a big conference, so he used the ten-minute sermon; the thirty-minute if they had more time, and if they had the full time, then the sixty-minute.
I said to the boy, “Can you give me a sermon of only three minutes?”
He said, “Three minutes? But I don’t know a three-minute sermon. I know only three sermons: ten minutes, thirty minutes, and sixty minutes. I don’t know any other.” He repeated, in a beautiful way – and it looked great coming from a nine-year-old child – Upanishadic sutras, their meaning, commentaries.
But I told the father, “What you have done is good business; you are doing good business, but you are destroying this child’s intelligence. His whole life he will be a zombie. Withdraw all that you have forced into his mind. Hypnotize him and tell him to forget all that you have taught him.”