Namaste everyone!!!

My name is Pushpa Goyal, I am from New Delhi, India. I was born and brought up in a middle class traditional business family in a remote area of West Bengal. My education journey began in a Govt. school there. After Higher secondary I used to travel 134 km daily for my graduation. I used to travel in public transport (Private mini bus) and always managed to sit in window seat and loved my journey to see outside from that window, tea gardens, paddy fields, big green trees and many small and big rivers (doors is very green) on my way. And from that point of my life I simply loved nature…. After graduation I went Delhi for higher studies. And it was like I was thrown in a jungle of concrete which is over populated… I still remember that I was so scared and even not able to cross the road alone (because of heavy traffic). And worst thing was, I did not speak English and Hindi properly, because I studied in Bengali medium. Well there is a saying CUMPULSION TEACHES ALL…. So I learned both the languages gradually. Here I completed Diploma in Journalism and was preparing for civil services. Everything was perfect, was studying well, have very good friends, started liking that big city…. But something was missing… some emptiness…. My heart was seeking something but I did not know what!!!!

I was going back to my home town from New Delhi. I was at New Delhi Railway Station and in a book stall was searching a book to read in my travel. Here someone came to my life; he is a very simple person. He offers me a bundle of old magazine which looks like newspaper and asked me to read if I like it. I took that bundle and in few minutes my train departed…. After an hour or so I opened that bundle and start reading….. and….. I don’t know what happened I went to reading until all the pages were finished. It took almost 10 hours. I felt like something (may be my old belief system) is breaking in me. There was a strange pain and fear too. I was alone in the train and I was afraid that what is happening with me. Something new was taking birth in me….. for the first time of my life I was reading OSHO’s literature. And every word was shaking me. For a new birth, the old one has to break, likewise my inner old was broken… Whatever I read every single word penetrated in my mind. It was so true and practical. There was a chapter on parents and child relationship. In that OSHO is explaining how Indian parents blackmail their children in the name of love. I never thought in that way. Being the only girl child of my family I was over pampered and always thought that my parents are the best parents in this world. After reading all this I decided to do some practical thing so I asked my parents that I don’t want to marry, I want to live my life in my way. What a magical sentence it is!!!! I First time saw my father so angry; he stopped talking to me… every word of OSHO turned so true for me……

And here my spiritual journey started…. It was 1995. I left my home, (my parents wanted me to marry) and came to Delhi, met that guy who gave me that bundle, and said that I left the home and want to be with him. I remember his face… shocked it was…. And since then I am with him. 1995 to 2000 was the time when I totally changed, a new personality. I learned and practice meditation, travelled different places, tried many different therapies and healings……

Will continue…

With Lots of love!!!