Yes, I am back in Koregaon park. I did spend 21 years of my life here, until 2 years ago I got banned from entering Osho’s garden for having reposted on my FB wall an article about the faked Osho Will that the management didn’t like.
Following that event, I went through the shock wave, and then the anger, the pain…
Certainly a lot got processed, much water went through the Ganges since, and in many ways it feels like a story of a past life.
And yet, something still was bugging my heart, something incomplete, something I can never really put a finger on.
Being back in Pune brings up a weird mixture of feelings.
Running through the silent night comes J. His hair is long and unbrushed; he is wearing an old maroon robe. I can feel him climb the stairs, look at the little Osho picture on the door and knock hastily.
I get up and open the door.
“Hi Nirav. I want to apologize for banning you. I was out of my mind. I listened to Osho again recently. He talked about Freedom being the ultimate value; He talked about the creative mind and the rebellious spirit. No! It was not right. Osho would never have approved. Please forgive me, and come back anytime.”
“Wao! Thank you, man, I really appreciate your coming here personally. Please sit down. I’ll make us a coffee.”
“Sorry, I have to go. I still have over 3000 people to visit.”
And off he was again through the night.
The first birds started chirping in the trees outside, the first sunrays made their way through the curtains, my Beloved was still sleeping next to me. Rarely do I remember dreams, but this felt more than a dream. I sat there for a few minutes, in this gap between what had just happened in my heart and my mind trying to figure out if it was real or not.
I went for an early morning walk through the still beautiful lanes of Koregaon Park, enjoying a lightness I had not experienced in a long time.
It was a dream. And it was real. And given the choice, I would dismiss the dream and remember whatever felt real.
Maybe this short trip back to Pune had hidden treasures that I would never have suspected. Maybe the real treasure was the remembering of a simple dream.
Pune, March 16th 2017