Sansho, a disciple of Rinzai, once said to Seppo, “The golden carp is out of the net! Tell me, what will it feed on?”
Seppo said, “When you have got out of the net, I will tell you.”
Sansho said, “The renowned teacher of fifteen hundred monks cannot find even one word to say about this topic.”
Seppo said, “I am the chief abbot and have much to attend to.”
On another occasion, some time later, Sansho said to a monk, “Where have you just come from?”
The monk said, “Kwatz!”
Sansho said, “Kwatz!”
The monk again said, “Kwatz!”
Sansho said, “Kwatz!”
The monk said, “If you strike me blindly, I shall say ‘Kwatz!’”
Sansho picked up his staff, and the monk put himself in readiness to receive a hit. Sansho said, “When you go down a slope, there’s no pleasure unless you run down it,” at which he struck the monk.
The monk said, “You robber!” and went off.
Another monk present at the scene asked, “The monk just now – how can he enter?”
Sansho commented, “That chap had been to see the former teacher.”
Friends, I have heard about an editor who was bitten by a mad dog. When he reached the hospital the doctor said, “It is too late, you are going to be mad.”
The editor just said, “Bring me a paper and a fountain pen immediately.”
The doctor said, “There is no hurry to make your will.”
He said, “Who is making a will? I want to write the names of the people whom I am going to bite when I become mad!”
I have been searching for this editor, and I have found him. He works here in this self-styled cultured city, in a daily newspaper, Prabhat. He has been writing in editorials absolute nonsense about me.
Before I answer him, I want to thank him, because anybody who writes any nonsense about me simply gives me an occasion, an opportunity to expose this self-styled religiousness, this so-called culture, utterly rotten. Before I answer him, I would tell you one thing more.
The editor did not die. On the contrary, the dog who had bitten him died. There are a few people so poisonous that if a snake bites them, the snake dies.
He is trying in every way to bite me, but I am not so available, so the poor fellow goes on writing editorials. I would love him to continue. I am absolutely grateful to him, for the simple reason that he gives me an occasion to expose this rotten society and its religion and its culture.
He has written about me that I am a “lecherous professor polluting the social and cultural climate.” Okay…
This editor should remember that I have not made the statues of Khajuraho; they are one thousand years old. I have not made the sensuous, utterly obscene statues of Puri or Konarak. These statues of naked women in perverted postures in thousands of numbers…it must have taken hundreds of years for the sculptors to make these temples. And these statues are not just pure works of art, they are part of religion; otherwise why put them in the temples?