Memoirs

“A Swift Release”

Ingkram Smith, From the book "“Truth is a Pathless Land - A Journey with Krishnamurti”"

An instance of piercing directly to the heart of a problem, when there is no time for the full story to be told, occurred on the afternoon that Krishnamurti was to leave Bombay and India. A farewell tea party had been arranged at Ratansi’s house. Surprisingly, as we were about to leave, Achuyt Patwardhan and Krishnamurti began singing Indian religious songs, harmonizing together and obviously enjoying it. Others joined in while we half-dozen Westerners listened. Soon after, Krishnamurti asked to be excused, saying he had to complete his packing. We were about to leave when a young man I had noticed at the talks burst in unannounced, asking to see Krishnamurti. Pupul Jayakar took over. “I’m sorry, but you are too late. Mr. Krishnamurti is preparing to leave. You can’t see him now.” He stood his ground. “I have to see him!”
Krishnamurti appeared at the door. “You want to see me?” he asked gently.
“Yes, urgently.” He was almost shouting.” I’ve got to talk!”
“Come with me.”
Bypassing Pupul, the man crossed to Krishnamurti, and as they walked down the long hall towards Krishnamurti’s room, we could hear the man relating his problem. Before the reached Krishnamurti’s door, we heard the man suddenly begin to laugh. “Ah, yes, of course!” we heard him cry out. Seconds later he re-entered the drawing room . He was radiant. “I knew it! I knew he could solve it. Thank you.” He glanced around the room, said good bye, and left. The whole incident could have taken no longer than three minutes. It was a revelation of the immediacy of perception when a person is in crisis, when there is no time for explanations.

“ We all want to be famous people, and the moment we want to be something we are no longer free. „
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