tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64912512024-03-13T14:48:19.123+00:00Osho discourses, Osho teachings, Osho quotes, Osho jokes and personal developmentOSHO Teachings Blog, OSHO discourses, spritual talk, jokes, philosophy, personal development, osho's teachings. Osho's blog is a collection of Osho's quotes, jokes, discourses, Teachings and links to sites providing information about Osho.Dhyan Gaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10378060501943817016noreply@blogger.comBlogger281125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491251.post-21672077769791228582013-03-30T01:41:00.001+00:002013-03-30T01:41:06.023+00:00Meditate on MusicDhyan Gaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07832001905917146847noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491251.post-55955524098201773892013-03-29T22:37:00.000+00:002013-03-29T22:37:25.372+00:00Osho Jokes : Pretty Miss Keneen
Pretty Miss Keneen sat in the confessional. "Father," she said, "I want to confess that I let my boyfriend kiss me."
"Is that all you did?" asked the priest, very interested.
"Well, no. I let him put his hand on my leg too."
"And then what?"
"And then I let him pull down my panties."
"And then, and then...?"
"And then me mother walked into the room."
"Oh shit," sighed the priest.
Dhyan Gaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07832001905917146847noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491251.post-5962173591648473632012-08-20T21:00:00.000+01:002012-08-20T21:00:06.781+01:00How fortunate am I.
"Osho decides to speak in the living room of His cottage every morning and evening. As there is only one bathroom I get up early to take my shower and then get the bathroom ready for Him. In the living room I have a mattress on the floor which I sleep on during the night, and in the morning I fold it up and cover it with a white sheet and keep some pillows to make a comfortable seat for Dhyan Gaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10378060501943817016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491251.post-58538798093434329582012-08-20T20:56:00.002+01:002012-08-20T20:56:37.775+01:00
What beautiful music ... quenches thirst of my soul .. aaha
Dhyan Gaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10378060501943817016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491251.post-17673384169291984972010-10-09T10:26:00.004+01:002010-10-09T10:37:24.680+01:00Osho Stories ~ Trust"A man just got married and was returning home with his wife. They were crossing a lake in a boat when suddenly a great storm arose. The man was a warrior, but the woman became very much afraid because it seemed almost hopeless -- THE BOAT WAS SMALL AND THE STORM WAS REALLY HUGE, AND ANY MOMENT THEY WERE GOING TO BE DROWNED. But the man sat silently, calm and quiet, as if nothing was Dhyan Gaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10378060501943817016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491251.post-4424804170035773842010-09-08T22:29:00.004+01:002010-09-08T22:38:05.006+01:00Tale 65 ~ 100 Tales For 10,000 BuddhasAfter this taxi incident, my girl friend, who is also coming for discourse every evening and I decide that either she will come to stay with me in the night or I go to her house. In the morning, we can depart. She likes to come to my home; I have arranged an extra bed for her in my room. It works out fine. People living in the neighborhood notice it and not knowing the facts, start the rumor Dhyan Gaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07832001905917146847noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491251.post-48043847369914670072010-09-08T22:28:00.004+01:002010-09-08T22:42:53.432+01:00Tale 66 ~ 100 Tales For 10,000 BuddhasBy and by, people have started to understand us. My office people don’t give me any funny looks. Some have started reading Osho’s books and are coming to listen to His discourses also. The whole atmosphere has changed. My boss is no longer angry at me. On the contrary, he helps in whatever way possible. Morning discourses are arranged in Patkar Hall for eighteen days from 8:30 to 10:00am. Dhyan Gaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07832001905917146847noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491251.post-30269046735869111832010-09-08T21:34:00.002+01:002010-09-08T21:52:31.755+01:00Tale 64 ~ 100 Tales For 10,000 BuddhasOsho has started speaking every evening from 8:00pm at His apartment in Woodlands. Sometimes discourse goes on for a couple of hours. It takes me more than an hour to reach my home in the suburbs. It is quite an odd time. There are hardly any women traveling by local train at that late hour. Men give me funny looks and sometimes pass ugly remarks. But at any cost, I don’t want to miss His Dhyan Gaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10378060501943817016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491251.post-78860961419955710832010-09-06T23:01:00.002+01:002010-09-06T23:11:51.702+01:00Tale 63 ~ 100 Tales For 10,000 BuddhasIt is evening, peak rush time of vehicles on the roads in Bombay. I am waiting for a taxi to reach Cross Maidan, where Osho is giving discourses on Bhagavadgeeta at 6:30pm. I am getting desperate after waiting for fifteen minutes. So many taxis are passing before me, but all are already occupied. I wonder where all these people are going, why someone is not giving me a ride. It getting too late Dhyan Gaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10378060501943817016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491251.post-25901579409090110842010-09-01T19:04:00.003+01:002010-09-01T19:16:54.735+01:00Tale 62 ~ 100 Tales For 10,000 BuddhasOsho is giving discourses on Mahavira at Patkar Hall in Bombay. It is the eighteen-day religious festival of the Jainas called Paryushan. Today Osho’s mother and aunt, who have arrived from Gadarwara, will be taking Sannyas before discourse. The auditorium is over-full. Osho has arrived two minutes early today, and after greeting everyone with folded hands, sits in lotus posture with His eyesDhyan Gaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10378060501943817016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491251.post-86448725143481433842010-09-01T19:02:00.003+01:002010-09-01T19:04:40.254+01:00Tales 61 ~ 100 Tales For 10,000 BuddhasOsho has stopped giving discourses to the public on open grounds. Every evening He is speaking to a group of friends in the living room of the Woodlands apartment. Morning discourses are arranged in auditoriums. We are about fifty Sannyasins now, who are allowed to sit behind Him on the podium. After discourse, there is Kirtan (singing & dancing). We all dance on the podium and Osho joins us Dhyan Gaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10378060501943817016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491251.post-2126917870256605812010-08-24T21:15:00.002+01:002010-08-24T21:17:14.389+01:00Tale 60 ~ 100 Tales For 10,000 BuddhasOsho has already moved to His new apartment in Woodlands building. I am seeing Him almost every day, narrating Him all kinds of incidents. He enjoys and laughs and tells me not to take anything seriously. I narrate to Him how college boys throw flying kisses from the running buses when I am standing at a bus stop. I feel very awkward when people standing in the queue start looking at me as ifDhyan Gaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10378060501943817016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491251.post-82555832201230491232010-08-22T13:29:00.004+01:002010-08-22T13:33:24.497+01:00Tale 59 ~ 100 Tales For 10,000 Buddhas I am really scared to come to Bombay in orange clothes and Mala. I am working in Bombay Transport Company, a huge organization running buses all over Bombay. Thousands of people are working with me in the main office at Colaba. Whenever I go on leave, I never come back in time. I don’t face much problem at home. My father takes it easy—may be because I don’t depend on him financially. Dhyan Gaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10378060501943817016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491251.post-55338246181680437162010-08-21T16:42:00.002+01:002010-08-21T16:48:00.420+01:00Tale 58 ~ 100 Tales For 10,000 BuddhasAfter wearing this orange dress for two days, I wash it and go to the morning discourse in my ordinary clothes. When He looks at me, I feel He is not happy about my wearing other clothes. There is a question in His look, “What has happened to the orange dress?” I can’t understand it. How can I wear one dress for all these days? After discourse, I am called in His room. I am scared as if IDhyan Gaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10378060501943817016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491251.post-65719015077201878632010-08-19T21:24:00.005+01:002010-08-19T21:30:30.383+01:00Tale 57 ~ 100 Tales For 10,000 BuddhasAs I come out of the room, I see Chaitanya Bharti standing there with his camera. I ask him if he will take a picture of me with Osho after discourse. He agrees to it. I tell him that after discourse I will go near Osho, where he should be available. I sit down on the floor in the audience near the podium and close my eyes. I am in an “Aha” space. I have no clue of what is going on. There areDhyan Gaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10378060501943817016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491251.post-57167370276389858912010-08-17T22:44:00.002+01:002010-08-17T22:48:24.191+01:00Tale 56 ~ 100 Tales For 10,000 BuddhasMeditation camp at Manali has started. Today, I go to see Osho in my regular clothes. He asks me, “Where is your orange dress? Why have you put it on?” I tell Him, “I will put it tomorrow.” Next morning, I am dressed in my orange lunghi and kurta and have come to see Him before discourse with my girl friend Veena from Bombay. We both are waiting in the living room with much excitement. After Dhyan Gaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10378060501943817016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491251.post-25601217847367571122010-08-16T22:03:00.001+01:002010-08-16T22:06:16.195+01:00Tale 55 ~ 100 Tales For 10,000 BuddhasMeditation camp will soon be happening in Manali. Today morning, He asks me if I like the orange colour dress of Laxmi. I say, “Yes Osho, it looks good on her.” He says, “It will look good in the meditation camp, the participants wearing the same colour. You get one dress made like Laxmi’s.” He gives the same message to Karuna also. We both agree to it. Since that message, He has asked us Dhyan Gaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10378060501943817016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491251.post-63419373613876401362010-08-15T20:56:00.006+01:002010-08-15T20:59:37.571+01:00Tale 54 ~ 100 Tales For 10,000 BuddhasAfter the meditation camp at Nargol, Laxmi has started wearing orange color Lunghi and Kurta. Osho has appointed her as secretary and she comes to C.C.I. Chambers at 7:00am. Anyone wanting to see Osho has to take appointment from her. This is beyond my imagination. My mind is not ready to accept this new arrangement. Everyday I am buying some roses from a blind boy who is selling them in a Dhyan Gaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10378060501943817016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491251.post-19499847173438772972010-08-14T12:46:00.004+01:002010-08-14T12:52:37.634+01:00Tale 53 ~ 100 Tales For 10,000 BuddhaOsho has resigned from the university and has moved from Jabalpur to Bombay. He is staying as a guest in a three bedroom apartment at C.C.I.. Chambers which is rented by a friend for Him.In one of the bedrooms, we– may be eight friends– do dynamic every morning from seven to eight. I am staying in the suburbs of Bombay and it takes me nearly an hour to reach there. One of the friends leads the Dhyan Gaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10378060501943817016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491251.post-4975317679266243872010-08-13T20:28:00.003+01:002010-08-13T20:31:12.040+01:00Tale 52 ~ 100 Tales For 10,000 BuddhasToday is the last day in Pahalgaon. With Osho, sometime it feels the time hasstopped and at other times it feels it is running very fast. While I am busy packing, I hear the voice of this Muslim watchman, who is standing at the door. I ask him to come after an hour to help us carry our luggage to the car. As a token of his services, I give him twenty rupees, which he receives with thanks and Dhyan Gaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10378060501943817016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491251.post-60514580691622905512010-08-13T20:13:00.002+01:002010-08-13T20:14:52.941+01:00Tale 51 ~ 100 Tales For 10,000 BuddhasMaharshi Mahesh Yogi is also in Pahalgaon with a group of Western disciples who have expressed their wish to talk to Osho. A meeting is arranged in the afternoon at an open lawn near a bungalow where Mahesh Yogi is staying with his disciples.I take my little cassette recorder and join with two more friends in the car in which Osho is going. In nearly ten minutes, the car stops near a bungalow Dhyan Gaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10378060501943817016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491251.post-55719100719611451092010-08-13T20:09:00.002+01:002010-08-13T20:12:49.718+01:00Tale 50 ~ 100 Tales For 10,000 BuddhasEvery day lunch and dinner is sent in a tiffin for Osho and Kranti. After they finish their meal, I find lots of food is left over for Sheelu and me. We both enjoy eating the leftover food and feel happy for not having to go to the kitchen.Today a bus is arranged to take every one for sight seeing. I am reluctant to go anywhere and not interested at all in sight seeing. My whole interest is to beDhyan Gaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10378060501943817016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491251.post-60254081822668172032010-06-16T20:04:00.002+01:002010-06-16T20:08:32.488+01:00Tale 49 ~ 100 Tales for 10,000 BuddhasAfter lunch Osho is resting in His room and I am sitting on the verandah guarding. Three elderly Muslims walk in and say, " We want to see 'Peer-baba'." Peer-baba is an Urdu word which Muslims use for their masters. I tell them, "He is resting now" ; they could come back at 3:00pm. They are just curious to know about Osho. To start with, one of them asks me if I am His daughter. Just to avoid Dhyan Gaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10378060501943817016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491251.post-54225892848418925992010-06-16T20:02:00.002+01:002010-06-16T20:04:23.931+01:00Tale 48 ~ 100 Tales for 10,000 BuddhasIt is very hard to burn this kerosene stove. It is giving lots of trouble. I have to clean its nipple with a pin very often and pump it for a while and somehow miraculously it burns up. First I prepare tea and then keep the lid directly on the stove to make toast. Osho is having His breakfast on a little rectangular table placed in one corner of the kitchen. I keep the kitchen door open to Dhyan Gaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10378060501943817016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491251.post-46235567971064305962010-06-16T19:58:00.002+01:002010-06-16T20:02:33.539+01:00Tale 47 ~ 100 Tales for 10,000 BuddhasIn the morning at 8:00am, Osho is having His breakfast of toast and tea. Sheelu is helping me prepare the toast on the aluminum lid. Sheelu is a very quiet person, she hardly speaks. While eating the toast, Osho says, “Sheelu hardly speaks, she is very quiet.” I tell Osho, “Sheelu’s mother calls her devita (which means angel) because of her silent nature.” Osho laughs and says, “When my Dhyan Gaganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10378060501943817016noreply@blogger.com