Once I met a Baba_22July22
Once I met a Baba From an early age, In India, we are taught and sometime forced to believe in God. The God has manifested itself as Baba/saint with different voices of businesses. Perhaps the God’s business is the best one to start with as a Start-up. If you have no money, think smart, instead of begging for alms become God’s avatar for your disciples to throw it on you in crowd. No taxes, no valuation and here you go to live filthy rich life with heads bowing in rows. I despise the very memory of Nithyananda’s visit to our college. We were pushed to pay certain amount for this event from our paltry monthly pocket money. He never turned up on a pretext of personal exigency. Albeit, made sure to send his preachers. We sucked up on the sanctity of those wretched creatures for hours together, praying for it to end. Like a discotheque, they made us jump and dance speaking gibberish with closed eyes. It was complete madness and fun. At the end, the worst was to bend on the knees t