Use occult power, lose friends

One fellow named Krishna was very, very nice to me and he was so fond of me. I used to call him affectionately Krishna Bhagaban, Krishna Bhagaban. He encouraged me tremendously. He was very, very, very kind.

The Pondicherry High School used to have a boxing competition. I said, "I am not going to participate."

He was a boxer. He said, “You have to join! Just throw one punch.” I said that with one punch he would have been able to take me to God and then I would not have to do sports!

He laughed and he did not insist that I compete in boxing.

He was the friend who criticised all spiritual figures. He said, “Nobody has occult power — nobody! They are all fake!”

I said, “Do not say ‘all’. Some do have occult power.” He would not listen.

I said, “Come tomorrow morning. Then I shall show you.” He was a wrestler, stronger than the strongest. I met him in the international library. I said, “Stand here, against the wall.” I thought that, in case something happened, he would fall against the wall and there would not be any problem.

I used a little occult power. I think it took three seconds or four seconds. Alas, instead of falling against the wall, he fell on me, on the ground. For a minute or two he was unconscious, or God knows what happened. Then he stood up and said, “Rascal!” Two blocks he went running to tell Pranab his story.

Previously he was such a great admirer of mine and for him I was Chinmoy-da. Now I was no longer Chinmoy-da. He said to Pranab, “Chinmoy wanted to kill me!”

Pranab said, “How could he? You are so strong!” Krishna said, “No, no, he wanted to kill me!”

Pranab asked, “What? How? Did he have a gun?”

“No.”

“Did he have a knife? What did he have?”

“Nothing, nothing.”

Pranab asked, “Then how could he kill you?”

Pranab was there with Gangadhar, who was going to be the future sports director. There were so many other people in the office. Then Krishna said that it was my eyes: I wanted to kill him with my eyes. I did not have a gun, I did not have a knife — nothing, nothing! My eyes were enough. “With his eyes, he wanted to kill me,” Krishna said.

Everybody laughed. About a month later I went there and they were telling that story. It was like an amusement park. They said, “Chinmoy, show us your eyes!”

I said, “You can see my eyes, you can see my eyes! These are the eyes that Krishna Bhagaban saw. There is nothing, absolutely nothing in my eyes.”

They asked, “Why did it happen?”

Over the years I went to the Ashram quite a few times. When Krishna saw me in the street, he practically used to run away. He would not look at me. This was how I lost his friendship. Eventually he left the Ashram.

My Ashram stories are at times so funny and at times painful. Use occult power only to lose friends, lose friends, lose friends.