One day I was just playing; I must have been four or five years old, not more than that.
My father was shaving his beard when somebody knocked on the door; my father said to me, ”Just go and tell him, ’My father is not at home.’”I went out and I said, ”My father is shaving and he says to tell you, ’My father is not at home.
’”The man said, ”What?
He is inside?”I said, ”Yes, but this is what he has told me. I have told you the whole truth.”The man came in and my father looked at me: What had happened?
He is inside?”I said, ”Yes, but this is what he has told me. I have told you the whole truth.”The man came in and my father looked at me: What had happened?
And the man was very angry,he said, ”This is something! You had called me to come at this time, and you send a message with the boy that you have gone out.
”My father asked him, ”But how did you find out that I was in?”He said, ”This boy has said the whole thing, that ’My father is in. He is shaving his beard, and he has told me to tell you that he is out.
’”My father looked at me. I could understand; he was saying, ”Just wait! Let this man go, and I will show you.”And I told him, ”I am going before this man leaves.
”He said, ”But I have not said anything to you.”I said, ”I have understood everything!”
I told the man, ”Just stay here.
First let me get out, because there is going to be trouble for me.” But on departing I said to my father, ”You insist with me,’Be truthful....’
First let me get out, because there is going to be trouble for me.” But on departing I said to my father, ”You insist with me,’Be truthful....’
So,” I said, ”this is a chance to be truthful, and to check whether you really mean me to be truthful, or is it just that you’re trying to teach me cunningness?
”Of course he understood that it was better to keep quiet, not to quarrel with me then, because when the man was gone, I would have to come home. I came after two or three hours so that he would cool down or other people would be there and no problem would arise.
He was alone. I went in, he said, ”Don’t be worried – I will never tell you anything like that again. You have to forgive me.” He was in this way a fair man, otherwise who bothers about a four, five-year old child, and asks – being a father – ”Forgive me”?
And he never said anything like it again his whole life. He knew that with me he had to be different than with other children.
As you grow up, as the society goes on teaching you to be this way, to behave this way, you start becoming a hypocrite, and you become identified with your hypocrisy.
My function here is to destroy all hypocrisy in you.
To me honesty is not a policy.
Just at supper I was telling Vivek that the man who first made up this maxim, ”Honesty is the best policy,” must have been a very cunning man.
Honesty is not policy; and if it is policy, then it is not honesty: you are honest because it pays, you will be dishonest if that pays.
Honesty is the best policy if it is paying, but if sometimes it is not paying, then dishonesty of course is the best policy.
OshO 
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CHAPTER 3. BEWARE! I AM HERE TO DESTROY YOUR DREAMS
From Personality to Individuality
💕CHAPTER 3. BEWARE! I AM HERE TO DESTROY YOUR DREAMS
From Personality to Individuality
