“It was like fire—lava—coming out of my belly on the paper. The book was not an exercise in flashing my writing skills, it was a sense of awe and wonder that drove me to write the book.”
“This is the most defining work of my life, even bigger than my movies.”
“He (UG) was like a blossom in the wilderness which bloomed, withered and then crumbled—the one that was there on a universal plane and yet not there—kind of ephemeral.”
“UG, the anti-guru who deconstructed the myth about men playing gods, was like a wildflower who chose to die unsung.”
“What struck me was UG’s simplicity and honesty that stripped spirituality of its divine pretences.”
UG used to say ‘I am not a godman, I would rather be called a fraud’.
“I had the privilege to be with him in life witnessing his staggering experiences and even in death which I describe as the taste of life because it removed the morbidity that one associates with death like the wind blowing on a landscape where bloom and decay were all one.”
“On the morning of March 22, I saw thousands of black ants marching in a line on the white carpet, up the white sofa and on UG’s stone-like face where they spread out and completely darkened the left side. There were thousands of them moving with the frantic intensity of life. I remembered someone asking him some time ago what the ants were doing in his room. UG had replied they were ‘coming for me’…”
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