The cook heard it, so he started making bindhis every day. The second day, the king tolerated it. The third day, it was getting too much. The fourth day, he started getting irritated. The fifth day he threw the whole plate on the floor and called the cook: “Are you mad? Every day bindhi, bindhi, bindhi – am I a man or a buffalo?”
The cook said, “I am an ignorant man. I heard your great advisor say that bindhis are nectar, preventive of disease, preventive of old age, giving length to life, intelligence. And I thought if bindhis have so many qualities, my lord should be given bindhis as much as possible.”
The king said, “Mulla, what do you say?”
Mulla said, “Bindhis? – they are poison! Never touch them.”
The king said, “You seem to be a very strange person. Just five days ago you were praising them.”
He said, “Listen, my lord. I am your servant, not the servant of the bindhis. Whatever you like I will praise – even if it is poison I will call it nectar. And if you don’t like something, even if it is nectar I will call it poison. I am your servant.”
You want to taste different foods, you want to wear different clothes. You want to visit new places, you want to make new friends. What is wrong if you find a new lover? Who says it is unfaithful? The very idea of unfaithfulness is fascist, because it is demanding, “Go on eating bindhis, bindhis, bindhis.” Because bindhis cannot speak – otherwise they would all have screamed from the floor, “You are being unfaithful to us! For five days we were married, and now you are throwing us on the floor. Is this your gratefulness?”
As far as I am concerned, you should be faithful only to love, not to the lover. Both should be faithful to love, as long as it lasts. If it lasts your whole life, good. If it does not last your whole life, that is even better! There is no crime in it.
But the possessiveness, the greed… Why did man start marrying? Marriage has not always been on the earth. Man started marrying the woman so that he could be certain that any time he wanted a woman, she was ready. He could demand love, faithfulness. And man has gone to the absurd limit that the faithful wife should die when the husband dies. Alive, she should jump into the funeral pyre of the dead husband.
In this country, millions of living beings had to destroy themselves, simply to prove to the society that they were faithful to their husbands. But nobody ever questioned why, in ten thousand years, not a single man has jumped into the funeral pyre of his wife. Are all husbands unfaithful?