"....report back to me when I come next time"
I look outside the window, the train is passing through Khandala. It is a very beautiful scene with vast green fields surrounded by a range of mountains, and clouds are floating in the valleys. It all looks magical. My mind is diverted by a man who is standing near me calling me by my name. Seeing me puzzled, he introduces himself as having met me at Sohan’s home and says that he is specially traveling by this train only to have a little talk with Osho.
I ask him to come again after a while, I look at Osho and He is sitting in the same posture with His eyes closed like a marble statue. It is quite noisy in the train, but Osho seems to be totally cut off from the outside world. And here I am, sitting next to Him, and starting to feel uneasy without any apparent reason. I watch my disturbed mind and try to relax. Just to occupy myself, I start reading the newspaper.
The train stops at Karjat station and some hawkers enter. It is very noisy but Osho is still sitting motionless with His eyes closed. This man comes again and seeing Osho with closed eyes, goes back.
After he has left, Osho opens His eyes, looks at His watch. I ask Him if He would like to drink a soda. He simply nods in affirmation. I get a soda for Him, which He drinks a little and returns the bottle to me. I tell Him about this man and He says, "Yes, I know he’s traveling on this train. When he comes again, allow him to sit in your seat for ten minutes to talk to me." Then He asks me, "What about you? Are you enjoying the journey?" I tell Him how uneasy I was feeling and had started reading the newspaper.
Osho says, "You should meditate at least one hour daily, sitting silently and watching your thoughts." I ask Him, "I feel frustrated without any apparent cause." He replies, "Expectation leads to frustration. Don’t expect but accept. Accept yourself also as you are. Just relax in your being, that is all meditation is." Seeing me serious, He laughs and adds, "Now don’t be serious about the meditation. Just learn to accept and enjoy everything and report back to me when I come next time."
I hold His hand in mine and kiss it in gratitude and thankfulness. We create mountains out of mole hills and He has the art of dissolving the whole mountain; not even a mole hill is left.
I ask Him if He would like to drink more soda and He says, "You can finish it."
He closes His eyes again and I start enjoying drinking soda from His bottle.