As many of you know, Osho never “wrote” a book … but he was a prolific author with nearly 800 books to his credit because nearly all his discourses have been converted into books. He spoke on Krishna at Manali in 1970 and the book that was published from that discourse is “Krishna – the … Read more Osho Story #10 – Well of Time
I have read this book a few times as am sure many fiction lovers have. A few days back, I was browsing through my Kindle library looking for the next book to read after the delicious “Gentleman in Moscow” and Rebecca popped up ! I re-read it and even though I knew the plot and … Read more Book Review #27/50 – Rebecca
This excerpt is from the book “Come, Come, Yet Again Come”. The opening lines in the first page are so beautiful that I want to post the picture here, more to reinforce the message to myself … Ours is not a caravan of despair ! oh, only Osho can say that and that is the … Read more Osho Story #9 – Today and Tomorrow
On 7th of Nov some of us gathered at the Pgpmax event titled “The CEO Story”. Rajiv, Chandresh, Amit Saha, Deepak Mundade, Mandeep and I were the alums who attended and Poonam from ISB was there to manage the event. We had about 20 guests who were attending the session to evaluate their plans of … Read more Doors..Questions..Access – PGPMAX
There are certain things that I have loved from when I was a little girl – the tiny nose stud, the bindi, Kajal for my eyes and of course sarees. I have never fallen out of love with these things. In 1978, when we visited my maternal grandparents in Tirunelveli during school holidays, I asked … Read more Lambi Kahani of the Lambi Bindi
This story is an excerpt from the book “The Miracle” which is compiled from the talks Osho gave on Zen in August 1988. “…. Mulla Nasruddin died.. his grave still exists in Iran. He used to carry his door wherever he would go, and people would ask, “What is the matter? Why are you carrying … Read more Osho Story #7 – Security ?
I don’t remember when I first came across the epic short story “Kabuliwala” by Rabindranath Tagore. It was part of our school syllabus is how I remember it but I could be wrong. The images it evoked of a “pathan” from Afghanistan who came to Kolkata to sell raisins, dates and almonds are imprinted in … Read more Remembering “Kabuliwala”