Shame!1

This evening at a quarter to seven, as I was going to the tennis court, I saw an elderly lady walking a big dog behind Jamaica High School. The dog was on a leash so I was not at all afraid of it.

The lady said to me, “Hi! Good evening.”

I said, “Good evening.”

She said, “Do you recognise me?”

I couldn’t recognise her.

Then she said, “You can’t recognise me? I know your name — Sri Chinmoy.” She said my name correctly.

I smiled at her and said, “Now tell me what your name is.”

She said, “Shame!”

What was I going to tell her? She knew my name, but I didn’t know her name. I have never seen her, but she knew me.


  1. RB 880. 17 June 1985