And the last question:

Question 4

I WANT TO BE A GREAT MAN, FAMOUS AND KNOWN AND POLITICALLY POWERFUL. THIS AMBITION HAUNTS ME DAY AND NIGHT. OSHO, CAN YOU HELP ME?

WHAT do you want to become? Jimmy Carter? Brezhnev? Morarji Desai? You must have gone off your rockers! I will only tell you one story.

It happened in New Delhi. Jimmy Carter -- or let us call him Reverend Jimmy Carter -- Comrade Brezhnev and Mahatma Morarji Desai went for a morning walk. This little kid is sitting in front of his house playing, when Reverend Jimmy Carter comes to the child and says 'Hello, Bonny. What are you doing?'

The little boy says 'Mixing shit with sand.'

Somewhat taken aback, he says 'And what are you making?'

The boy says 'Jimmy Carter.'

This upsets Jimmy Carter very much, and he is standing on the side muttering to himself. Comrade Brezhnev, seeing Jimmy Carter so pigged off, asks him 'What's going on?'

'Why' says Carter 'that rotten kid is sitting there mixing shit with sand and making a Jimmy Carter.'

Deep down, Brezhnev feels very happy and thinks 'The kid must be a communist!' But to Jimmy Carter he says 'Wait. I will go and talk to the kid.' He reaches the kid and says 'Tell me, boy, what are you doing?'

'Mixing shit with sand.'

'And what are you making?'

'Brezhnev.'

Now of course they both are pigged off and are standing on the side talking about how rotten that kid is. Then Mahatma Morarji Desai asks them what the problem is. They explain just what has happened with the rotten kid. Morarji says to them 'Look guys, you gotta understand something about child psychology. I am older than you both -- and, by the way, I know more about urine and allied subjects than anybody else in the world. Let me go to the child.'

Deep down he feels very happy that the child seems to be a follower of the Indian policy of non-alignment -- neither for America nor for Russia: Neutrality. 'Now watch what happens when I go over to the kid.'

So Mahatma Morarji Desai walks over, he puffs out his chest as he always does and in a haughty way, as only a mahatma can walk, he walks over to the kid and says 'Hello, little boy. And just what are you doing?'

'Mixing shit with sand' comes the reply.

'I'll bet I know what you are making' says Morarji Desai. 'I'll bet you are making Morarji Desai.'

Oh no' says the boy sadly. 'I haven't got enough shit for that.'