Good ones and bad ones1

Last Tuesday I was walking very slowly near Annam Brahma at around a quarter to six, just before I went to run at Runners are Smilers. I saw Databir’s car guarding the tennis court. Databir sometimes sleeps in his car, but this time he was not to be found there. His car was empty.

Six or seven boys were behind me. Some were mocking me, and some were showing respect and were happy to see me. Four or five followed me right up to Niriha’s house, calling me “Shry.” Then children from another block also started shouting “Shry!” They didn’t even see me, but when they heard the others call “Shry,” they also started saying “Shry! Shry!” It was like one jackal barking and all the other jackals starting to bark in response.

Then, when I came near Niriha’s house, three little boys on bicycles rode by. One came up and smiled at me and then went away. He was nice. Another came up to me, laughing and coughing, and then went away. This one was very bad. The third boy followed me right up to my 100-metre mark on 150th Street, near Ranjana’s old apartment. He was a young boy, 10 or 12 years old. He came up to me and said, “Shry, Shry, I have a question. Will you please answer it?”

He looked like a nice boy, so I said, “What is your question?”

He said, “Is it really true that you saw God at the age of 12?”

I said, “Yes.” Then I asked him, “How old are you?” But he didn’t hear my question.

He said, “I am going to tell my friends that you have spoken to me.” He was so happy that I had spoken to him. Then he rode away hurriedly. So he was among the good ones.

When I go out alone, all kinds of incidents take place. But when my disciples follow me in a car, people usually do not come near me.


  1. RB 901. 26 July 1985