Osholover has his/her favourite story from the
treasurehouse of Osho's discourses. here we present MY
FAVOURITE STORY selected by Swami Asim Anand from Osho's
A Sudden Clash of Thunder.
"LET ME tell you one anecdote. I have-heard a very
beautiful Jewish story. It is tremendously significant
-- it is about a man:
He was always sleepy. And always ready to sleep.
Everywhere. At the biggest mass meetings, at all the
concerts, at every important convention, he could be
seen sitting asleep.
You must have known that man because you are that. And
you must have come across that man many, many times,
because how can you avoid him? -- it is you.
And he slept in every conceivable and inconceivable
pose. He slept with his elbows in the air and his hands
behind his head. He slept standing up, leaning against
himself so that he should not fall down. He slept in the
theater, in the streets, in the synagogue. Wherever he
went, his eyes would drip with sleep.
Had he been a Hindu he could have even slept standing on
his head in shirshasan. I have seen Hindus sleeping that
way. Many yogis become efficient in sleeping standing on
their head. It is difficult, arduous; it needs great
practice -- but it happens.
Neighbors used to say that he had already slept through
seven big fires, and once, at a really big fire, he was
carried out of his bed, still asleep, and put down on
the sidewalk. In this way he slept for several hours
until a patrol came along and took him away.
It was said that when he was standing under the wedding
canopy and reciting the vows, "Thou art to
me...." he fell asleep at the word 'sanctified' --
try to remember him -- and they had to beat him over the
head with brass pestles for several hours to wake him
up. And he slowly said the next word and again fell
Remember your own wedding ceremony. Remember your
honeymoon. Remember your marriage. Have you ever been
awake? Have you ever missed any opportunity where you
could have fallen asleep? You have always fallen asleep.
We mention all this so that you may believe the
following story about our hero.
Once, when he went to sleep, he slept and slept and
slept; but in his sleep it seemed to him that he heard
thunder in the streets and his bed was shaking somewhat;
so he thought in his sleep that it was raining outside,
and as a result his sleep became still more delicious.
He wrapped himself up in his quilt and in its warmth.
Do you remember how many times you have interpreted
things through your sleep? Do you remember sometimes you
have fixed the alarm clock, and when it goes off you
start dreaming that you are in the church and the bells
are ringing. A trick of the mind to avoid the alarm, to
avoid the disturbance that the alarm is creating.
When he awoke he saw a strange void: his wife was no
longer there, his bed was no longer there, his quilt was
no longer there. He wanted to look through the window,
but there was no window to look through. He wanted to
run down the three flights and yell 'Help!' but there
were no stairs to run on and no air to yell in. And when
he wanted merely to go out of doors, he saw that there
was no out of doors. Everything evaporated!
For a while he stood there in confusion unable to
comprehend what had happened. But afterward he bethought
himself: I will go to sleep. He saw, however, that there
was no longer any earth to sleep on. Only then did he
raise two fingers to his forehead and reflect:
Apparently I have slept through the end of the world.
Isn't that a fine how-do-you-do?
He became depressed. No more world, he thought. What
will I do without a world? Where will I go to work, how
will I make a living, especially now that the cost of
living is so high and a dozen eggs costs a dollar twenty
and who knows if they are even fresh, and besides, what
will happen to the five dollars the gas company owes me?
And where has my wife gone off to? Is it possible that
she too has disappeared with the world, and with the
thirty dollars' pay I had in my pockets? And she is not
by nature the kind that disappears, he thought to
You will also think that way one day if you suddenly
find the world has disappeared. You don't know what else
to think. You will think about the cost of eggs, the
office, the wife, the money. You don't know what else to
think about. The whole world has disappeared! -- but you
have become mechanical in your thinking.
And what will I do if I want to sleep? What will I
stretch out on if there isn't any world? And maybe my
back will ache? And who will finish the bundle of work
in the shop? And suppose I want a glass of malted, where
will I get it?
Eh, he thought, have you ever seen anything like it? A
man should fall asleep with the world under his head and
wake up without it!
This is going to happen one day or other -- that's what
happens to every man when he dies. Suddenly, the whole
world disappears. Suddenly he is no longer part of this
world; suddenly he is in another dimension. This happens
to every man who dies, because whatsoever you have known
is just the peripheral. When you die, suddenly your
periphery disappears -- you are thrown to your center.
And you don't know that language. And you don't know
anything about the center. It looks like void, empty. It
feels like just a negation, an absence.
As our hero stood there in his underwear, wondering what
to do, a thought occurred to him: To hell with it! So
there isn't any world! Who needs it anyway? Disappeared
is disappeared -- I might as well go to the movies and
kill some time. But to his astonishment he saw that,
together with the world, the movies had also
A pretty mess I've made here, thought our hero, and
began smoothing his moustache. A pretty mess I've made
here, falling asleep! If I hadn't slept so soundly, hc
taunted himself, I would have disappeared along with
everything else. This way I'm unfortunate, and where
will I get a malted? I love a glass in the morning. And
my wife? Who knows who she's disappeared with? If it is
with the presser from the top floor, I'll murder her, so
help me God.
Who knows how late it is?
With these words our hero wanted to look at his watch
but couldn't find it. He searched with both hands in the
left and right pockets of the infinite emptiness but
could find nothing to touch.
I just paid two dollars for a watch and here it's
already disappeared, he thought to himself. All right.
If the world went under, it went under. That I don't
care about. It isn't my world. But the watch! Why should
my watch go under? A new watch. Two dollars. It wasn't
And where will I find a glass of malted? There's nothing
better in the morning than a glass of malted. And who
knows if my wife..I've slept through such a terrible
catastrophe, I deserve the worst. Help, help, he-e-e-lp!
Where are my brains? Where were my brains before? Why
didn't I keep an eye on the world and my wife? Why did I
let them disappear when they were still so young?
And our hero began to beat his head against the void,
but since the void was a very soft one it didn't hurt
him and he remained alive to tell the story.
This is a story of human mind as such. You create a
world around you of illusions. You go on getting
attached to things which are not going to be with you
when you die. You go on being identified with things
which are going to be taken away from you.
A Sudden Clash of Thunder