Question: “Osho, how do you manage to always have the right anecdote at the right moment?” Osho: “Let me answer to this with an anecdote. A king, passing through a small town, saw what he took to be indications of amazing marksmanship. On trees, barns and fences there were numbers of bulls-eyes, each with a […]
There lived an old fakir on the outskirts of a village. One night he was busy writing, when, past midnight, a thief entered his hut. The door was not locked so he just pushed it, hoping that everyone in the house must be a asleep, but found this old man awake. The thief got scared
Osho was once asked whether he was against “Great People- Maha Purush“ ??…he said No, but yes he was against one thing for sure and that was — ’till we keep making great people in the world, the small people will keep germinating. That cannot be stopped. When we call someone great, we unknowingly call
On a dark night, a caravan stayed in the desert Sarai (man-made inn /large tent). The caravan had 100 camel. The herders tied the camels with ropes and pegs (khuti). But they found that one camel was left untied. They were somehow missing one rope and one peg. It was midnight and the shops were
I came across this story about Meher Baba. (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Meher_Baba). Meher Baba was an Indian spiritual master who was born in 1894 in Pune, India, to Irani Zoroastrian parents. His spiritual transformation began when he was 19 years old and lasted for seven years. The news about Meher baba as a Mystic had reached everywhere and
I came across this anecdote which I thought of sharing with you. Dale Carnegie received a letter. He had given a talk on Radio about Abraham Lincoln. In the reference, some dates that were mentioned by Dale Carnegie were wrong. So a lady who was an ardent fan of Lincoln wrote a nasty letter to
Renowned saint Murari Bapu, who is a great narrator of “Ram Katha — Tulsi Ramayan”, once mentioned the following anecdote. Murari Bapu was having a conversation with a Catholic Priest on various topics pertaining to Religion, Hinduism, Christianity and so on. During the course of the conversation, The Priest asked Murari Bapu, “Do you know
There are many stories that one would hear with the same narration but with different characters. The story of Buddha would be told as the story of Mahavir or Jesus and so on. Here is one such story that I have heard multiple times in different contexts with different characters. But it does not matter,
In a village, there was a middle aged Sadhu (sage) residing in a hut. He was very pious. Villagers respected him and sought spiritual guidance from him regularly. Many would help him and offer their services to seek his blessings. People would gather near his hut under the tree to listen to his discourses and
On a scorching summer afternoon, the King went for a hunt with his Minister and a few soldiers in the jungle. They wandered for a couple of hour but due to heat the animals were hiding deeper into the woods. The group lost their way in the jungle. The King was thirsty, so he asked
