Ah, I am in the mood for a rant. Of late, I haven’t been spending too much time on Facebook, having been swamped with work of all description. So, I was ripe for some gossip when I logged in a few days ago.
Now, I have several relatives on my Facebook, most of whom are computer illiterate, and essentially are ghost profiles with the odd picture with a caption in all caps. But one of my cousins is not quite that useless; she uses her page to share posts, pictures, videos, news stories, updates, and the minutiae of the daily life of her guru, Nityananda.
First, in his list of awfulness, is the fact that he assumed the name of an older sage, venerable and divine.
Second, the man has been embroiled in a sex scandal, and has the ineffable temerity to claim that his driver morphed the video. I wonder why this apparent video production wizard toils at being a driver.
Third, he wears so much gold that it looks like the Dubai gold souk vomited on him.
Fourth, he has woven such an elaborate web of deceit and conceit that his followers are entirely besotted with him. They fail to see the blatant aggrandisation. They are oblivious to the fact that true spirituality doesn’t seek material wealth. True spirituality exists alongside only humility.
Fifth, my stupid cousin has embroiled her children in this insanity too. These youngsters are now his disciples, and spend time and energy spreading his “teachings”. There is a photo of him dressed up as a revered deity, blessing my niece. My niece, with all the clarity of a teenager, went bonkers. It is now “one of her most precious photos”. The creep is looking at her like she’s meat.
I could go on really, and believe me I have derived much amusement from my cousin’s utter nonsense. But right now, I’m annoyed, and don’t feel like joking about the baboon’s arse any longer.