One morning, Brahma and Vishnu were arguing about something, and they could not come to a conclusion, so they thought, “It is better to go to Shiva. Perhaps he can help us to come to a conclusion.” So they went to Shiva early in the morning.
Americans should not think that only they make love in the morning. Millions of years before, Shiva was making love to Parvati in the morning – with the door open.
Brahma and Vishnu never thought that this is the time to make love – but Shiva is a very strange god, a hippie god. He takes marijuana, he takes opium, he drinks alcohol. There is not a single drug that he is not addicted to. Naturally, he has no sense of time, whether it is night or day, or whether the door is open or closed.
So Brahma and Vishnu entered and they could not believe their eyes. I call these fellows lecherous. If they had any gentlemanliness they should have gone out of the house, but they remained there for six hours, because that drug addict, Shiva, went on and on and on, not knowing when to stop. He did not bother that these two fellows were going around, watching what he was doing. These are the lecherous gods of the Hindus!
And when after six hours he came to his senses and recognized these two fellows, they cursed him. They should have cursed themselves, because they had entered into somebody’s privacy. Seeing that he was making love, they should have gone out and waited outside. But they went round and round, watching and enjoying: this is lechery. You will not find another example of such divine lechery.
They should have cursed themselves, but rather than cursing themselves, they cursed Shiva – “because we were standing here for six hours, and you did not take any notice of us, and you went on making love. It is so uncultured that we curse you, that you will be known in the world only by your genitals.” That’s the reason for that shivalinga you see all around the country.
Now, I would like the editor of Prabhat to answer me: Who is lecherous? Your gods…?
And then I come to the father of this nation, Mahatma Gandhi.
While his wife, Kasturba, was alive…Her grave is just beyond the river in the Aga Khan palace; she died here in the custody of the British Empire. Mahatma Gandhi was also under house arrest in the Aga Khan palace.
Kasturba was very jealous of Gandhi, because he was mixing with so many people, men and women. She kept a constant vigilance.
Once India’s great poet, Rabindranath Tagore, was staying in Gandhi’s ashram, and Gandhi wanted to discuss many things with him, so he said, “It will be good if we sleep in the same room.” Kasturba freaked out. She did not allow them to stay in one room.