Foreplay is really the most satisfying part in sex. Foreplay is more loving. Sex is simply a biological
climax, but the climax of what? – you have missed everything that could have made it a climax. Do
you think you suddenly reach to the climax, missing all the rungs of the ladder? You have to move
up the ladder, rung by rung, only then can you reach the climax. Everybody wants the climax.
Now the foolish psychoanalysts and their kind have put an idea in people’s minds of orgasm. Now,
orgasm is even a higher stage than climax; it needs much more than climax. People are missing
climax – their sexual life is nothing but a kind of relief. Yes, for a moment you feel relieved of a
burden, just like a good sneeze. How good it feels afterwards! – but for how long? How long can
you feel good after a sneeze? How many seconds, how many minutes can you brag that ”I had such
a sneeze, it was great.” As the sneeze is gone, with it goes all the joy too.
It was simply something bothering you. You are finished with that botheration, there is a little
relaxation. That’s the sexual life of most of the people in the world. Some energy was bothering you,
was making you heavy; it was turning into a headache. Sex gives you a relief.
But the way children are brought up is almost butchering their whole life. Those seven years of
sexual rehearsal are absolutely essential. Girls and boys should be together in schools, in hostels,
in swimming pools and beds. They should rehearse for the life which is going to come; they have to
get ready for it. And there is no danger, there is no problem, if a child is given total freedom about
his growing sexual energy and is not condemned, repressed – which is being done.
A very strange world it is in which you are living. You are born of sex, you will live for sex, your
children will be born out of sex – and sex is the most condemned thing, the greatest sin. And all the
religions go on putting this crap in your mind. They have made you almost brown bags.
Only in New Jersey did I come to know what brown bags are. Strange, I don’t know whether it
happens all over America or only in New Jersey because I have not seen anything else, only New
Jersey. In New Jersey when I used to go to drive in the morning, everybody was coming with a
brown bag full of all crap, putting it by the side of the road.
I enquired, ”What is the matter? Couldn’t they have found any other color? A brown bag?” But
then I thought perhaps that’s exactly right. Most of the people are simply brown bags. Never open
anybody.
It happened in my childhood: India became independent but the British government had left some
Indian states. India was in two separate sections; only one was under British rule. There were small
pockets all over India of Indian states which were still ruled by Indian kings. They were under British
government – their foreign policy was ruled by the British government, but otherwise in their internal
policy they were completely free.
When the Britishers left India they left it in a mess, in a real mess. First, they divided India and
Pakistan; second they left the Indian states absolutely in a limbo, without making any decision about
them. The idea was to create a chaos, and they had already created a chaos because there were
so many Indian states. Now the question was, were they independent nations? Were they part of
India and would their foreign policy be ruled by India, or were they part of Pakistan and would their
foreign policy be ruled by Pakistan?
Nothing was decided, the whole question was not decided. And the Indian states constituted
almost half of India. The trouble was more complicated because in some Indian states the major
population was Hindu and the king was Mohammedan; in some Indian states the major population
was Mohammedan and the king was Hindu. Kashmir was ninety percent Mohammedan, but the
king was Hindu. Hyderabad was ninety percent Hindu, but the king was Mohammedan.
Just close to my town, beyond the river, was a small state, Bhopal. The king was Mohammedan,
the population was Hindu, so everywhere there were riots because the population wanted the state
to merge with India, and the king wanted to merge it with Pakistan because he was Mohammedan.
But it was in the middle of India so it was not easy to merge with Pakistan. There was a great fight
between the king’s forces and the population, and we were just on the other side of the river. We
could see from this side people being killed on the other side.
We caught four dead people who were killed by the forces of the king; somehow they must have
fallen in the river, and they came to our side so we caught hold of them. Naturally, I had to persuade
people, ”This is not good. They have been fighting for the freedom of the country; they wanted the
country to merge into India – you should not leave them like that.”
They wanted to throw them into the river and be finished: who could be bothered with them? But
somehow I gathered a few young people, and then a few old people felt ashamed and they came.
But first, before we could do anything they had to be postmortemed, so we took them to the hospital.
The postmortem place was almost two furlongs away behind the hospital, in the jungle. One can
understand that they were cutting up bodies ... the smell and everything, so they had made the
place that far away outside the city. But we had to carry these four corpses.
That was the first time I saw a brown bag open. The doctor was the father of one of my friends
so he allowed me in. He said, ”You can see how man looks inside,” and he opened the bodies. It
was really shocking to see how man looks inside. And this was only the body: later on I saw the
postmortem of the mind also. Compared to that it is nothing, this is only the poor body. Your mind is
so rich in crap ....
That day one thing happened that I have to tell you, although it is not concerned with what I was
going to tell you – but it must be concerned in some way, otherwise why should I remember it?
When we were carrying out the bodies after they were postmortemed .... They put them together
again and covered them. One of the leaders of my town, Shri Nath Batt, had always felt as if I was
his enemy, for the simple reason that I was a friend of his son and he thought I was corrupting him
– and in a way he was right. By chance it happened that we were carrying a corpse together; I was
ahead, holding both the poles at the front of the stretcher, and Shri Nath Batt was behind me holding
the end of the two poles.
The head of the man, the dead man, was at my end, and the legs at his end. I had just read
somewhere that when a man dies of course he loses all control – control over the bladder also, so
if you put his head upwards and his legs downwards .... I thought, ”This is a good chance to see
whether that idea is right or wrong,” so I just raised the poles .... And you should have seen what
happened – because that corpse pissed and Shri Nath Batt ran away!
And we could not persuade him to come back. He said, ”I cannot. Have you ever heard of a dead
man pissing? It is a ghost!”
I told him, ”You are the leader.”
He said, ”To hell with the leader! I don’t want to be the leader if this is the kind of work I have to do.
And I’ve always known you – from the very beginning. Why did you raise those poles?”
I said, ”I don’t know, it must have been the ghost. I suddenly felt like somebody was raising my
hands up; I am not at all responsible.” I had to drag that body alone, for two furlongs, to the hospital.
Shri Nath Batt was in the town telling everybody, ”This boy is going to kill somebody someday.
Today just by God’s grace I am saved. That ghost just pissed over me, on my clothes. And that boy
persuaded me: ‘You have to come because you are the leader; otherwise what will people think?
– a leader in times of need, missing. Then remember, at voting time I will not be of any help.’ So I
went there, but I never thought that he would do such a thing to me.”
These people all around the world are really brown bags, full of everything rotten that you can
conceive, for the simple reason that they have not been allowed to grow in the natural way. They have
not been allowed to accept themselves. They all have become ghosts. They are not authentically
real people, they are only shadows of someone they could have been; they are only shadows.
The second circle of seven years is immensely important because it will prepare you for the coming
seven years. If you have done the homework rightly, if you have played with your sexual energy
just in the spirit of a sportsman – and at that time, that is the only spirit you will have – you will not
become a pervert, a homosexual.
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