This spring afternoon, as I stood in the garden watering the plants, it struck me how frequently ‘Maharaji’ would make fun of people, for what? Just for doing what you want to do. Being a slave of the Mind, he would characterise it as. An endless list of wants that you would slave away at instead of, instead of what? Instead of being a premie, that’s what. I am angry about that, dead right I am. How very pleasant, how very rewarding, how very damn healthy and plain out good it is to do what you want. Hah! to you Rawat.