He said, “Wait, I have the whole plan – then throw each part into all the neighborhoods, into everybody’s house, and go to the police station.”

The boy said, “But what is the purpose of this?”

He said, “Just a spiritual peace…my whole life I have been trying somehow to send all these neighbors behind bars. Now the chance has come. And when my soul sees all of them chained, going in the police lorry towards the police station, I will feel the only bliss. My whole life has been a life of misery. And my bliss will become a blessing for you.” And the man died.

And the boy said, “My God, what kind of a father…?”

All the three said, “We told you before not to listen to him. He is the nastiest man you can find. Although he is our father…but that is an accident, what can we do? What has he said? He must have said something really nasty.”

The young boy said, “Really nasty? I cannot conceive of anybody thinking at the time of death…he was bothered about the neighbors. He was planning…this is the plan: we have to cut his body into as many parts as possible and throw those parts into everybody’s house and inform the police that these people have killed our father – not only killed, they have cut him into pieces – and let them be caught red-handed. And he was saying that his soul will feel so blissed out that his life has been successful!”

What are you missing? What do you want to come back for? Is this not misery enough?

I know why people want to come back again and again, a simple arithmetic: this time you are married to a man or to a woman and you are fed up, and you see so many beautiful men and beautiful women, they seem to be almost other-worldly, and you are caught up with this ugly fellow, disgusting. But in this life it is very difficult to get rid of him; next life, there is a chance.

Remember the proverb: The grass on the other side of the fence is always greener. It looks like the neighbors are living so beautifully, so blissfully; only you are in hell. So perhaps next time things will be different. In this big world, five million people – forgive me, not million, billion – five billion people…it is a very rare chance that you would find the same wife again, the same husband, the same nasty children, the same neighbors. A great hope of change…for that, more time is needed. You have to come again and again. But just look backwards, just a single glance. Millions of times you have come here, and each time you were hoping that something was going to change. Nothing changes. You have different husbands, different wives, different children, but they are all the same. Just different models but manufactured in the same company; the same mechanism inside the bonnet. All differences are only in the bonnets.