“He wanted only the best,” writes Sheela. By that time, Rajneesh had bought himself 96 Rolls Royces and owned watches and pens worth millions of dollars.
The lines have immortalised her, not necessarily endearingly, on YouTube.īut she’d had enough by 1985, saying in her book - it was published in India this year, it first came out in Germany in 1996 Rajneesh himself died in 1990 - that she could no longer sate Rajneesh’s incessant demands. Asked by a news anchor whether her boss was a pimp, after allegations by a former Rajneesh sannyasin that his followers had begun to prostitute themselves to be able to pay for his discourses and “therapies”, Sheela shot back: “YOU must know pimps because you must go to prostitutes yourself.”Īsked in another interview why she was in Australia when nobody wanted her there, she retorted: “What can I say? Tough titties.” She is now 63.īy the time Rajneesh left his ashram in Pune and moved into the commune (it was called Rajneeshpuram) built for him in Oregon, America, in 1981, Sheela had become his personal secretary, second in command and the person who got things done in Rajneeshpuram.īy some measures, she was just as colourful as her guru. She was in her early twenties at the time.
She studied linguistics at Baroda University and art at Montclair State University in New Jersey, America, where she majored in ceramics, before she was introduced by her father to Rajneesh and, well, devoted herself to him. Ma Anand Sheela was born Sheela Ambalal Patel. The material world is all around us, he said, so why try to ignore it? That would be like being surrounded by water, and trying to avoid it. Apart from the fact that she loved Him (she spells him with a capital H) we come away having learnt very little that is new about the godman who infused spirituality with heady doses of capitalism. The trouble with Don’t Kill Him, a memoir by Ma Anand Sheela about her life with Bhagwan Rajneesh, is that it tells us very little about the man.
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