First of all, I mean no offense to the tens of thousands of people who consider exiled Indian mystic, bestselling author, free love advocate, Rolls-Royce aficionado Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh, also known as Osho, now deceased, as their guru. I'm all for gurus, truth be told, and have no problem with free love and fine cars. I am not qualified to pass judgment on a man I never met, whose legacy I've only experienced over the course of a day and a half spent skulking around the state-of-the-art resort named for him in Pune, India.
A jokey comment in an email to my more-than-a-friend/less-than-a-boyfriend (I'll call him Reza) quickly snowballed into this plan for us to meet for a weekend at the Osho International Meditation Resort. The resort markets itself as a mix between "the meditation qualities of a Gautama the Buddha and the resort qualities of a Zorba the Greek. Zorba the Buddha, in fact!" In other words, it's somewhere between a Sandals holiday and a yoga retreat, with an added, sex guru glaze.
We decided that Reza would fly in from Berlin and I from Tel Aviv. We both had other business in India. With typical nebulousness, neither of us discussed whether we would be having sex. We have in the past, to great effect, but sometimes it gets weird when we're together. He's kind of irresistible but he debates that anything is resistible, even irresistible me. We communicate a lot better when we don't talk. I figured the two of us sharing a room at an ashram founded by an internationally known sex-guru was going to be interesting, one way or another. Full story...
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A jokey comment in an email to my more-than-a-friend/less-than-a-boyfriend (I'll call him Reza) quickly snowballed into this plan for us to meet for a weekend at the Osho International Meditation Resort. The resort markets itself as a mix between "the meditation qualities of a Gautama the Buddha and the resort qualities of a Zorba the Greek. Zorba the Buddha, in fact!" In other words, it's somewhere between a Sandals holiday and a yoga retreat, with an added, sex guru glaze.
We decided that Reza would fly in from Berlin and I from Tel Aviv. We both had other business in India. With typical nebulousness, neither of us discussed whether we would be having sex. We have in the past, to great effect, but sometimes it gets weird when we're together. He's kind of irresistible but he debates that anything is resistible, even irresistible me. We communicate a lot better when we don't talk. I figured the two of us sharing a room at an ashram founded by an internationally known sex-guru was going to be interesting, one way or another. Full story...
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