My family had many non-conformists [by the standards of society then], brothers married outside the community, father not only ate non-vegetarian food but also persuaded my mother to make it at home which was a taboo in the 50s. He did not see anything wrong about occasionally smoking a cigarette with my eldest brother and offering me a drink. ‘Everything must be done in moderation and we must enjoy life’ he said. He bought two adjacent flats, one for me and one for himself; it made one home. She accepted this ‘joint family’ arrangement. We enjoyed being with them, but it also took toll; we were left with no savings since we were living at the standard of living of my parents. She did not complain. She accepted different ways of her husband’s family. She was closer to my father in particular and also to my mother. Sometimes I wondered why they did not love me as much as my wife. She built bridges with many relatives with whom I had hardly any rapport worth the mention.
Osho said that there exists no god, but you must be able to see ‘godliness’ in people; and when I tried, I did not have to go too far!