Osho Awakens Our Conscience (Part - 3)
- Jun 15, 2025
- 3 min read
Updated: Jun 19, 2025
Date : 15.06.2025
I realized that what is happening around us is not natural. We have tampered with nature so much that its original form has been destroyed. Can the stories that have been in the school curriculum for centuries be incomplete? I realized this because of Osho.
I am writing that story from the textbook based on memory. Consider that for the first time that story got its real ending through Osho's wisdom. I had heard it in a discourse three decades ago. Osho was saying that it is popular about monkeys that they are imitators. If humans try to scare them, they start looking violent by clenching their teeth and making an aggressive posture. If someone lovingly throws a banana towards them, they catch it like a wicketkeeper. At that time their posture is of thanks. If they are disturbed while they are courting, their facial expressions change.
There was a cap seller. He used to sell his caps by roaming from village to village and hamlet to hamlet. This was his family business. His four generations had been doing this work. Women used to sew caps and men of the family used to sell them. The income from selling caps was the source of livelihood for the family.
One day he had gone to a nearby village to sell caps. He had a bundle of caps on his head. It was summer. It was afternoon. He was very tired. Then he saw a shady neem tree. When he reached under the tree, he felt some coolness. He kept the bundle of caps on the ground. He drank water from the bottle and lay down on a sack. The sun was spitting fire in summer. He had travelled twenty kilometres. Due to tiredness, the fairy of sleep started casting a spell on him. He went into the lap of sleep. He slept very deeply. When he woke up after about two hours of deep sleep, he could not see the bundle of caps. Lines of worry were clearly visible on his face. He looked far and wide but could not see the bundle of caps anywhere. His throat became dry. He became restless.
When he looked at the branches of the neem tree, he understood the whole matter. A procession of monkeys had stopped on the tree. There must have been about sixty-seventy monkeys on the tree. Each monkey had a cap on its head. They were jumping from one branch to another with the cap on. He had never seen monkeys so happy. He had fed bananas to the monkeys sitting on the roadside many times. Even while eating bananas, the monkeys were not so happy. The cap was not even their food. Still they were very happy.
When he put pressure on his mind, the lines of worry disappeared from his face.
A smile replaced those lines.
He smiled.
He had heard from his ancestors that monkeys are imitators. They imitate humans. He also had a cap on his head. Believing that the procession of monkeys sitting on the neem tree will do the same action as he does, he took off his cap from his head and threw it towards the monkeys. The monkeys did the same. They also threw their caps towards the cap seller. The monkeys' caps fell on the ground. The cap seller jumped with pleasure. He collected the caps fallen on the ground and tied them in his bundle. He cast a glance at the imitating monkeys. Then he put the bundle full of caps on his head and left for his home. The monkeys kept staring. He said softly in a tone that proved his intelligence "poor monkeys".
To be continued.....
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