My Sadhu Roommate Laxman Das

My roommate in the Rishikesh Ashram was a 53-year-old Sadhu called Laxman Das.

One day, he says to me - If we live in the same room, it would be natural for us to have sex. This was when I realised he was grooming me for (gay) sex!

Background

My name is Sunil Rao, I am an advertising professional age 30, I have been living in Ashrams while travelling to North India to save on hotel charges. Always having lived in Mumbai (Bandra), I felt I knew little about our glorious country, so when I got laid off, I took the opportunity to take a couple of years’ sabbatical before I was burdened with the responsibilities of marriage, and my parents found me a suitable girl.

My Journey so far

I lived for 45 days in Prayagraj during the Mahakumbh. After that, I lived for about 15 days in Banaras, and the weather was getting rather hot, so I moved to Rishikesh. Rishikesh was like 10 degrees cooler than Benares, and I loved the spirit of this small but “Yoga capital of the world” and “adventure capital of India’ place.

Yoga workshops were too expensive for a budget-conscious traveller and river rafting and bungee jumping rather too risky for a city slicker, techie guy.

But I wanted to stay in Rishikesh, I thought the place was so wonderful, I could spend the bigger part of my sabbatical here. I had also run out of my savings to travel further and needed a place where I could sit and work a few hours a day and make some money before heading to my next travel destination.

Rishikesh fitted the bill, except the dormitory where I was staying was too busy, people coming in and out in the middle of the night and switching on lights to wake and disturb the sleep-in folks.

I then happened to speak to a person who had hired me for a small project. He said he could put me up for a free stay as he knew someone in the Sangh (RSS).

I reached a beautiful picturesque ashram on the outskirts of Rishikesh. The green Ganga’s water and the so isolated that there was no mobile signal. It felt like a 7-star ashram.

I was however disappointed that I was to share my room with a Sadhu, or rather the Sadhu who was staying there earlier had to share the room with me.

Day 1

Laxman Das was from Gujarat, so his Hindi wasn’t so good. But he fitted the role of a Sadhu to a T. He had a flowing beard which reached down to his chest. The tightly tied up white hair. He always wore white.

He said “ I cover every part of my body so only my face is visible, he believed that people get attracted to his body parts, and that energy is negative.

Even his kurta went down below his buttocks, and he stood up and showed me. A thought immediately came to my mind, why would anyone be attracted to him or his body parts he was old, limping and a bit creepy. I decided not to let my subjective opinion discard what he had said, after all he was a Sadhu.

Sadhu Laxman Das seemed a bit confused when I informed him the Mahant had allotted me the same room. As I kept my bags down on the floor, Laxman Das indicated I could take the mattress and sleep on the floor from his seating position on the bed. I assumed I was younger and shouldn’t mind that. I was more than grateful to the Mahant for giving me accommodation in the ashram.

Laxman Das then asked me about my family etc. I told him I am not married and have been single for a long time. This made him give me a nod of approval. My being celibate somehow seemed to please him. He told me, sex is impure and he didn’t want to be contaminated by a Grihasthi.

I now had his wholehearted approval since I was celibate. He told me you are stressed and that he would give me a head massage before sleep so I could sleep well. I was going to object before that he said, I am your mother and father both and kissed my forehead. I felt loved, I thought what a great Sadhu, here I am meeting him for the first time and he is so affectionate.

In the night, I couldn’t sleep, I was so stressed, my bank balance was about 2k and all this shifting from one bed to another, one dorm to another, one ashram to another had taken its toll on me. I was tired.

I told the same to Sadhu Laxman Das and he asked me to come near his bed, I moved and sat at his feet. He started massaging my head, and it felt so good. I told him, I miss my mother and he said, Don’t worry, as long as you are staying here with me, I’m your mother . Then he did something strange while massaging me, he pulled my head towards his crotch for a second, I thought maybe he wanted me to put my head on his lap but thought it wasn’t needed. I realised that I might have to return this head massage favour soon. I am not a touchy person with men, but then I thought I couldn’t say no, after all, he has said I was his father and mother. How could I not serve my parent?

Day 2

Continued tomorrow..