Even very intelligent people I have seen behave so superstitiously – you cannot believe. There are countries where the number thirteen is thought to be a dangerous number. Perhaps somebody died or committed suicide on the thirteenth some time back; perhaps somebody jumped from the thirteenth floor of a hotel, and now people have become certain it is bad luck. There are hotels which don’t have a room number thirteen; after twelve it jumps to fourteen. They don’t have a thirteenth floor; after the twelfth just comes the fourteenth. It is the thirteenth, but the hotel does not recognize it as the thirteenth.
People don’t get married on the thirteenth, out of fear that life will be a misery; and they don’t look around to see that whether you marry on the thirteenth or the fourteenth or the fifteenth, marriage is going to be a misery. Don’t blame the dates, and don’t blame the days. Marriage itself is a desire to be miserable, a deep down desire…a partnership in misery. “You look so beautiful” means, “You look so miserable. I am also very miserable…let’s be together” – as if by being together the misery will disappear. But it will not disappear, it will not only be doubled, it will be increased by much more than double.
The whole world knows it, but we go on with our conditioning. If you are unmarried every married person you know is very sorry for you, “Poor fellow, he has remained a bachelor; he does not know the happiness of misery.”
When I came back from the university, naturally my parents were concerned that I should get married. But they were afraid to even ask me because they knew that once I say no, then it is forever. Then there is no way to drag me into saying yes. They knew me perfectly well, that it was absolutely improbable that I would say yes. So how to ask? That was their problem.
I told them, “It seems everybody wants to ask me something, and I am ready. So why you don’t ask it? You whisper with each other.”
Finally my father found a friend, a supreme court advocate, a very successful man in his profession. He asked him, “We are not in a position even to ask. Now you have to do something.”
He said, “Don’t be worried. The whole country knows that when I take a case in my hand…”
My father said, “This is not the supreme court, and this is no ordinary case. I warn you – if any trouble arises for you, I will not be responsible.”
He said, “What trouble? I am coming this weekend and I will talk to your son, and I will take care of it. It is a question of argumentation.”
My father said, “You don’t know him, but come. We will all enjoy it.”
So everybody was ready. He came. I touched his feet because he was my father’s friend, and I was as respectful as always. I said to him, “Before the debate starts…”
He said, “What debate?”
I said, “You know it, I know it, and everybody else present here knows it. But before it starts, I want you honestly to answer one question: Are you satisfied in your marriage? I have informed your wife, and if you say anything wrong…she is just sitting in the other room.”
He said, “What? She is here? My God, I don’t want to be entangled in this affair.”
I said, “It has not even started.”