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“Somewhere along the line, probably, thought was necessary, but it has now become the enemy of man. Your thoughts are not your own. There are only thoughts but one creates a counterthought – the thinker – with which one reads every thought. Maybe I can convince you not to waste a lot of time and energy looking for a state that does not exist except in your imagination...” U.G. as quoted in the Review.

U.G. helped me tremendously during the time of my illness. I regained my balance. I had the strength to embrace life in its entirety. So naturally from being the centrepoint of my existence, U.G. has become a part of my life that I cherish dearly.

Smita said: U.G. is a good friend. He is a lovely person to be with. In spite of being an intellectual, he is very easygoing. He has many theories to reveal. His grasp on reality is amazing. He has a tremendous understanding of life. And it is the mutual exchange of thoughts and ideas that has helped me to build up my character, and [helped] in the spiritual development of my mind. I don’t go to U.G. because I am sick and unhappy, but because I feel happy when I meet him. He is a real pleasure to be with.

Arthur Koestler in his Janus – a Summing writes: “At some point during the last explosive stages of the biological evolution of homo sapiens something went wrong: there was a flaw, some potential error built into our native equipment – more specifically, into the circuits of our nervous system, which would account for the streak of paranoia running through our history.” He believes that the only way out of this could be through the combination of “benevolent hormones or enzymes” or by “inducing chemical changes in the human body”. Almost everything man has done has resulted in deepening his alienation and insecurity: The only way out of this “neurotic hiatus” could be, as U.G. says, through a biological revolution. But the ‘how’ of it has remained a big question. It appears to be far beyond the scope of contemporary biology. Yet our hope seems to lie in it, rather than in spirituality.

Prophet U.G. Krishnamurti – firespewing seer – is in town. His estranged son Vasant – a brilliant copywriter credited with the ThumsUp jingle ‘Happy days are here again’, and producer of the first pop music show on Vividh Bharati, ‘ThumsUp Beat’ – is seriously ill in a local hospital.

The reviewer is critical of U.G.’s attainments as reported in the book. At the end he adds: “But this much in fairness needs to be added. In an age of manipulative slave masters whose true ‘avatar’ is Rajneesh, U.G. Krishnamurti constitutes an honest, muddled, minor voice, for whom we must be thankful.”

This book (Mystique of Enlightenment) can and will do more to awe and alarm a wide range of people, especially those who are caught up in the treadmill of traditions, trapped in the currently fashionable teachings of J. Krishnamurti, and also those who are bamboozled by the sensational gimmicks of the gurus of today.
What is our chance of getting into the Natural State? Not a chance, says U.G. In fact, a rapist, a murderer, a conman, a thief has as much chance, if not a better chance, than all the religious aspirants put together.

Where the doctors failed, U.G. Krishnamurti healed her, or so Parveen Babi and her family and friends had insisted, when she got back to her work after her first mental breakdown. A couple of years later, the very same people pointed an accusing finger at the Godman (he hates to be called that) when the Babi, after her second mental illness, disappeared from his fold, never to return.
U.G. says: “I know where she is. She is very well. But I am not interested in satisfying the curiosity of the people and am much less interested in providing information to film magazines to fill their pages. If she wants to get in touch with any one of you, she’ll do so herself.”

“Though he lacks the fame and cachet of his illustrious namesake, J. Krishnamurti, whose acolyte he once was before he rejected him and chose to walk alone, U.G. has found himself a faithful following.”
—Mahesh Bhatt recalls his tempestuous association with the raging guru.

He denies everything. But when you are with him, you feel the presence of a man who has qualities that are ascribed to enlightened men.

He has no interest in converting people to a specific way of life or new ideas. He demolishes, without compromise, all the stereotypes without fashioning new theories. None before him has attempted to present the state of enlightenment as a neurobiological state of being. What he says is unacceptable and how he says it is revolting. Yet never have I met or seen a man who is so certain about what he is saying.

“Selfishness is the only reality. The other [reality] is a myth. God is your creation. He is born out of your fear.” —U.G. as quoted in the Review.

Those who are evaluating the contribution of the two Krishnamurtis to mankind maintain that U.G. Krishnamurti begins where J. Krishnamurti ends. Does it mean that one era has faded out and the new one is fading in?

U.G. helps without helping and teaches without claiming to teach anything. The ease one feels in the company of U.G. is incomparable. In his presence, you can be absolutely naked without any defences. This sense of feeling is not a self-protected one, but an objective energy experience. One can ride on it, swim in it, play with it, or waddle in it without any purpose.

The Godman business doesn’t need looks, but U.G. Krishnamurti has an androgynous appeal.

Mahesh Bhatt
Mahesh is quoted: “If I could play Hanuman for an hour, I’d put the torch to U.G. Krishnamurti. He is my friend, philosopher and guide. But he is like the lizard on my wall, a part of my life. He is the only person in my life who arouses a heightened emotion of rage, despair, of helplessness. My dependence on him is the dependence of a cripple on his crutch. And he evokes a gutlevel emotion. I hate my dependence on him, my urge to be constantly in touch with him. I dread what would become of me if he were to die. And the fear is so great that it would be a relief to be done with him forever.”

He [U.G.] rejects everything, all the models, values, and theories of the collective conscious heritage that humankind holds so dear, and he does so with the confidence of a man who has seen through it.
[He says of J. Krishnamurti] “We have given him a stamp. We have all licked it, and stamped him out of existence. What you are left with is empty words and empty phrases.”
“Every individual is a saviour, not collectively. If he can find out a solution for his problem, maybe there is some hope for mankind as a whole,” says U.G.

“Thought is violence because it is trying to protect itself. There is a basic contradiction in what the body demands and the movement of the thought which is interested in self-perpetuation. There is no such thing as you and me. The totality has created you and me. You have no isolated existence. The demand of being an individual is the real cause of suffering. The ‘how’ is absent for me. The ‘hows’ dished out in the marketplace are not for me. The one who is living doesn’t ask how to live.” —U.G. as quoted in the Review.
“My hunger has not been satisfied by anything offered by teachers alive or unborn. I have stumbled into a situation where the very demand to be free isn’t there.” —U.G. as quoted in the Review.