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- "Jamatalasi"
- or
- "An Investigation Into the Genesis of Institutional War"
- by Michael Hennessey
- This saga dates back to 1969, the year when the world stood on its ear. People for the first
- time had suddenly discovered that not only protesting against the Vietnam war was
- appropriate social action, but they had also, in most social spheres, had ingested some
- form of drug. The drug of choice was hashish in England, but lysergic acid diethylamide
- had permeated society, and people were beginning to question just about everything. At
- that point in time, rock and roll music was becoming a phenomenon that had enormous
- social impact on the way people expressed themselves and was loud, quite direct, and an
- extraordinary carrion call for all those who were somewhat disaffected with the mediocre,
- the semi-detached, and the consumerism that emerged during the fifties and really ran out
- of steam in the sixties. It was approaching the first major post-war slump, and who knows,
- it might have been precipitated by these innocuous and initially inconsequential
- developments, but people became somewhat interested that time in something other than
- the banal material. Hence, a migration to India commenced.
- It never happened in the vast numbers that everybody had promoted. In fact those who
- actually went to India and stayed there were very few, and they all knew each other, and
- they came to know each other over the years extremely well. And they all had names.
- The two protagonists in this particular story, Byron and Michel, had known each other
- from their early years as public school, semi-blue blood, rich kids. Byron’s history is
- quite simple, and extraordinarily funny. His uncle was the cousin of the Queen of
- England, family were people who didn’t speak much about money, very intellectual and
- on the mother’s side, from a North American family, Canadian by definition, a musician
- by training, and a person who, rather than defend a thesis, which was the question as to
- the concept of belief, decided to go and meet all of the living saints and visit all the living
- religious centers, especially the secret centers from North Africa through to India.
- He had done this as a result of having tried to ply a commercial aspect to his musical
- training, because he had been exiled from his family home due to an inconvenient
- pregnancy and the result of a child, which his parents did not condone as a phenomenon
- that they would support if he indeed chose to parent the child, as a single parent. The
- upshot was, he went ahead at the age of fifteen and had to earn a living playing for the
- erstwhile rock and rollers as a sessions musician for a pound an hour, which was barely
- enough to keep things going. His mother became a little sympathetic after about a year of
- doing this and gave him a house in London with fourteen bedrooms and stables for six
- horses in the back, backward onto Hempstead Heap, and after not such a very long period
- of time, half of who’s who in rock and roll were living there, and since they were also so
- stoned out of their minds, that it was impossible not only to keep track, but it was
- impossible to support. After a year, he kicked them all out, and decided that he would
- actually go off and try and meet all these people, and to raise the question as to why
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- people believed in things, and if there was a reason for it, then it must have been hidden
- behind some of these masks of religious doctrine. And since most religions were already
- dead, including the Catholic religion, he thought it would be a good idea to go and visit
- all these secret schools, probably inspired somewhat by Gurdjieff and the book that he
- had written called ‘Meetings with Remarkable Men.’
- Michel, having a similar background, his father being the Lord Chief Justice of England,
- and he being a radical rebel, public schoolboy, Mr. Acid, very lucid, extremely brilliant
- with a kind of parched desert mouth and deep-set, Mongolian-looking eyes and flaming
- red hair, very dynamic and extremely funny, and somebody everybody had wished to
- avoid, because he would arrive at three o’clock in the morning with a case of champagne,
- inviting everybody to a party at their house. Michel was a very forgivable soul because he
- was always the life of the party, and somebody who made people happy. He was also
- somebody who had virtually no containment or limitations in his view of things.
- With an eidetic memory, which meant he could remember every single phone number of
- every single person that he ever met, could reroute just by tapping into the phone lines, a
- normal trunk line from a telegraph pole in the middle of nowhere he could route his call
- up to a satellite or down through a ground line, through any of the exchanges because he
- could remember all the numbers and all the digits that he could hack out.
- He and Byron set out to India on very different courses. Michel had gone to India
- basically to fuck the girls, smoke the dope, and to have a party. At the same time he was
- quite enlightened as to every single aspect of kundalini yoga, this that and the other, and
- could not really have cared less about ... But was probably more devout than most, since
- he truly understood just about everything that he was interested in after a very short
- period of time.
- To commence this story, the day of reckoning occurred in the big house in London.
- Byron went next door to meet his old friend Dr. Shalvanka. Dr. Shalvanka was then the
- Indian ambassador to Moscow and Vietnam, and he and his wife Mary Shalvanka had
- brought up Indira Ghandi, as a child. And Shalvanka, being a very close friend of
- Byron’s, told him, “Look, if you really want to pursue any of this, I think it’s a very good
- idea that you fast forward to India, because India has a living religion, as part of the
- people, in most places it’s become distant, and very difficult to engage. Go meet the
- living saints and record what they are talking about, once you’ve understood what their
- message is then perhaps you’ll find out something as to what you’re seeking, such as a
- reason to believe.”
- Byron thought, “Ok, well that’s a very good idea, to head off in that direction,” and
- having secured financing from the newspapers, to write a travelogue, and a minor
- donation from family resources, and a very, very major donation that he truly didn’t
- understand which came from his grandmother which came in the form of a checkbook,
- with a bank account, which never sent him any receipts, and never disclosed what was in
- it.
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- And he shot off to North Africa, and met the Ganauer, and the Dervish, and his
- grandmother had a house in Tangier, and had been a major social competitor to Barbara
- Hutton. The groups linked around the Dervish were pretty concealed, there wasn’t that
- much to really grasp, he’d documented as much as there was to document, and moved on
- through a list of secret schools and came to the conclusion that whatever the quest was,
- there was certainly more substance available than initially would have come to mind, and
- that there were things emerging that were quite profound, Chinese squares being one of
- them. That all of these sects had interpreted in their own way, the Islamic sects, into
- calligraphy, mosaics, and even the carpets that they manufactured, the designs, etcetera,
- all spoke of mandalas that had very specific meanings, and they all integrated across all
- religious barriers. This was quite profound, from the Jews to the Muslims, to the Sufis...
- And he gets to Afghanistan.
- And in Afghanistan, being a horseman, he decided to ride a horse around Afghanistan.
- The first horse he purchased, he knew it was going to be a disaster, since it was an ugly
- horse, and a horse of extremely hostile demeanor. This particular horse actually managed
- to throw him off, which was quite difficult, one mile outside of the town that he
- purchased him, which was Herat. Herat at the time was the city with two horse chariots
- with a bell in between as taxis, operating at a level of sophistication which was surpassed
- by the Romans three millenia ago... A phenomenal place, where everybody was smoking
- hashish, and very high quality hashish, it was the first society that he had ever
- encountered where people weren’t smoking opium all the time.
- Afghanistan was in a state of moderate civil war, moderate by Afghan standards. To get
- from Herat to Khandahar was a major undertaking, because invariably the hostiles, being
- whichever tribe was from either place, would attack the buses, and rob the people who
- were not from their own point of origin. They were a little less strident about fleecing
- these funny foreigners who showed up, but since Byron was traveling by various modes
- ranging from foot to donkey to camel to bus, especially local buses, it was difficult for
- them to surmount their amazement and to convert it into more hostilities and in general
- the westerners who actually ventured through this country were left alone. But realizing
- that this horse had been sold with the idea that he was going to run back to where he
- came from because the food was waiting and so was the stable, and to be resold to the
- next sucker that came along, Byron decided to use some of the connections of the old
- family ilk, his great uncle having been the governor of the northwest frontier and finally
- the governor of India, found a way to meet one of the leaders of the Pataan tribe. His
- name was Abdul Hak.
- And persuaded him by betting him that he could ride the most beautiful horse and his
- compand, a very valuable camera with forty lenses, and if he could ride the horse, then he
- would be able to purchase him for money. The horse had a very long Egyptian and
- Arabic pedigree, dating back a couple of thousand years, and was considered amongst the
- Pataans as the most noble horse in all Afghanistan, so he was very beautiful. And of
- course, he was thus called Abdul Hak’s favorite. And after all considered this horse to be
- only rideable by him. Well when Byron jumped on his back, and galloped around without
- a bridle or a saddle, and the horse apparently was quite enthusiastic, Abdul Hak
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- surmounted his immediate knee-jerk response which was to shoot Byron, and exceeded
- to a purchase which was a lend-lease, if indeed Byron ever came to leave Afghanistan,
- and wanted to sell this horse, he would sell him back to Abdul Hak for the same price,
- which in fact turned out to be nothing. Because as they got really stoned together, Abdul
- Hak revealed a very sad circumstance that with Russian infiltration coming down through
- the north of Afghanistan to Muzar-e Sharif, in Balkh, then though the king was with
- limited possibilities of surviving, so Byron took off on a six-month sojourn, having
- deposited his extremely beautiful former Miss Europe, Danish blonde girlfriend, at Abdul
- Hak’s compound, possibly a hostage to live with the women, and went to meet all of the
- living sages in Afghanistan, not having the first clue how he was going to communicate,
- not speaking Pushtu, having been dressed up as an Afghan with double bandoliers, a very
- very fancy rifle, and a sidearm, on the most sought-after horse in Afghanistan, adventure
- was primarily what resulted. Certainly a wonderful detraction from the mission. And an
- extraordinary tour of Afghanistan, from top to bottom, the entire country basically.
- Crossing from tribe to tribe was a little difficult but surmounted in most instances by the
- fact that there was this unusual face and the most beautiful horse in all of Afghanistan,
- and everybody knew exactly who he was and what he was and so it was kind of like a
- passport to cruise.
- After six months of this and realizing that the mission was kind of falling way behind
- schedule, he returns the horse, picks up the industrious blonde, who was somewhat
- relived to get out of her birka, and returns to Kabul.
- The blonde bombshell was a sidestep from England. When he departed, he decided he
- would go to Denmark, to stay with the queen of Denmark and she gave him a house
- which was built into the wall surrounding the garden, at her home in Copenhagen. It had
- a door that went into the garden and one that went out into the street. So it was a feasible
- way of hosting one of her best friends who was Byron’s mother. They had been to school
- together in Heathfield, both having hated it, though finishing the score. And one reason
- that he decided to go there was to find an appropriate Danish beauty, to accompany him
- on his travels, and it was early in 1969, Denmark was only just beginning to stand on its
- ear, and it was extremely funny. And with all of the local orgies being publicized in the
- Ekstra Bladet, with everybody fucking everybody, it was too much of an orgy to vacate
- quickly, Simon Speed being the primary focus of the Danish Press. Anyway, she had
- decided she would come as a self-financed party, her father being the head of Kodak for
- Denmark. And she had already made a considerable amount of money being a model.
- She wasn’t quite sure after having left the Shah’s place in Mashhad crossing to Herat,
- walking with the camel trains at two o’clock in the morning, which was the only time it
- was cool enough to cross into Afghanistan, twenty-three miles across the desert, whether
- or not she had made the right decision. And after six months in a birka, really was
- questioning whether or not she had hooked up with the right character. Byron, having
- taken her back to civilization, which was Kabul, promptly pops her into a bus, and drives
- up through the Khyber Pass with her, all the way to the Pakistani border, through the
- Pakistani border, into a place called Peshawar.
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- In Peshawar, which is a city still ruled by the tribal chiefs, as it’s part of the untouchable
- tribal area in Pakistan, the town just south of Peshawar has just two laws. You can’t shoot
- into the sun, and you can’t shoot across the street, it’s where they make by hand all the
- replicas of Kalishnikovs and other weapons of choice, which of course every selfrespecting
- man carries.
- The day of the arrival was quite notable because they were staying in the illustrious
- Pakistan Hotel, which was a fleabag joint, for something like one rupee a night, and
- breakfast was the goat that was bleating the night before, hung upside with his throat slit
- in the morning outside the front door. As it so happened, this particular day, they were
- celebrating an event that happened with Alexander the Great. Apparently some many
- centuries before, Alexander had sent some emissaries to Peshawar, to negotiate a
- marriage, with one of the chieftain’s daughters in order to prevent the possibility of
- martial engagement. As it so happened, all the emissaries were murdered by the then
- inhabitants of Peshawar, and returned in pieces on their various animals back to
- Alexander, and apparently since they had broken their own rule of accepting a peaceful
- delegation entry to them in such a barbaric way, since that day, the entire city comes out
- to manifest its atonement, and with long strings with lead and razor blades embedded in
- the lead, like cat ninetail whips, the entire population comes out and flagellates
- themselves, to a point where the streets are flowing with blood. And that night, after this
- particular celebration has occurred, the wounds are bathed, and practically everybody had
- faint white healed lines on their backs. However, the owner of the Pakistan Hotel
- implored Byron and his pretty accomplice to remain inside the hotel whilst this
- phenomenon was to the thudding, or slow beat of drums, transpiring right downstairs and
- as far as one could see. The procession encompassed every male person in the entire city.
- This was the first gesture of mass hysteria with an extraordinarily unusual result, multiple
- slashes healing in an afternoon, a phenomenon that could be attributed to
- psychoneurostimulation, whatever, but it was a phenomenon that directly derived from
- belief and manifested en masse. And a very good encouragement to accelerate the
- enquiry into what was not just belief, the title of the thesis was ‘An Investigation Into the
- Genesis of Institutional War.’
- Byron, when he was eight years old, had been taught every major date in world history
- until his birthday, and knew it, completely and all by heart. He had never as yet seen
- firsthand or witnessed a phenomenon of mass behavior which refuted all human logic, yet
- was undeniable, a phenomenon that marked his consciousness for what was to be his
- future, or rather, what he was going to encounter in his future.
- Having left the Pakistan Hotel, he decided in a whim that it might be a good idea to load
- up a considerable volume of Afghani hashish because it was extremely cheap, not
- knowing what he may encounter in India, by way of quality and volume and price --
- which he did. And having very sparse possessions, and considerable sophisticated
- luggage, he filled up this luggage with hashish and mounted a train to India. At that time,
- the trains were slow.
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- But the train was stopped at the border, and on the train, he had encountered this
- character called Mr. Patel. And Mr. Patel was eating a fruit with a vast number of seeds,
- probably a watermelon, and was spitting the seeds on the floor, and sitting on a chair in a
- half lotus position, awaiting some possible moment that Byron would actually look at
- him, and provide him the opportunity to open his mouth and ask questions, which of
- course he did.
- The three questions he asked were “From where are you coming?”, “What is your native
- land?” and “Who finances your trip?” and finally a statement that “Anything is possible
- in India.”
- One of the other people on the train, who was a veteran of the border, had warned of this
- woman, who sits at the border and looks into your eyes, and she knows everything. And
- if you happen to be smuggling anything, she will know, and she will arrange to have you
- arrested immediately. So Byron thought quite quickly about ditching the contraband, lest
- there happened to be a very high price to pay for smuggling it into India, and having
- hidden all of the money in a money belt which wrapped twice around him in thousanddollar-
- bills, which were still available in currency at the time and unexchangeable
- anywhere.
- Before he could find an appropriate location to ditch the dope, the train stopped, and
- everybody was ordered out, and just as predicted, there was the woman referred to as “the
- Witch,” who scrutinized the blonde with blue eyes with hatred, and saw that she was at
- least seven months pregnant, and allowed her to pass. Looking at Byron, she stared
- straight through him and his passive indifference. She could not bring herself to open his
- bags, and he passed though as well. The pregnancy comprised one towel, four safety pins,
- and about seven kilos of hashish, with considerably more in the bags they were carrying
- with very little on top other than a couple of changes of clothes and shoes.
- So they are now in India. The train proceeds to New Delhi, the capital of India. Upon
- arrival, the blonde and Byron seek out a low-rent hotel, not because they necessarily
- needed to stay there but because this was where the fellow migrants of the era, erstwhile
- the hippies, were hanging out. And if they had been there long enough, they certainly
- knew every single trick, and every single manipulation, and where things were happening,
- not only in the various locations one could score extremely high-quality dope, but where
- you could buy eight-ounce crystal cocaine for 150 rupees, from the pharmacy. These
- hotels were invariably in the back end of nowhere, in this particular case it was the
- Crown Hotel at the very end of Chandichowk, a street which at that time was occupied
- during the day by three million people. The density of flesh was extreme. It was near the
- Red Fort. It’s kind of like a market street but it has the Sikh godwara there, which is the
- holy temple of the Sikhs. And the Crown Hotel was in fact quite large, because if you
- took the top floor, which the rich hippies could afford, since it only had two rooms, one at
- either end of a big garden, it overlooked a lot of ancient Delhi, and was completely
- dominated by monkeys. And there’s a very nice place to be, especially when the
- temperature’s peaking at about 120 during the day, and at night cooling down to a really
- meager 97. Zero air conditioning and a typical Havana fan, circulating to no avail on the
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- ceiling, wiring which would have made a monkey a genius. Everything somehow
- functioning with an Indian funk. And in the Crown Hotel, they decided to map out where
- to go in India, what to see, and what to do.
- The North of India had always been related as the place to seek the spiritual guidance,
- those long-haired dope smokers who thought that the excuse was to get high and find a
- guru. So, in a perverse act of total rejection of this particular band of parasites, Byron
- decided to grab the girl and head south.
- So after a few days of paying respects to Shalvanka’s referrals; Shalvanka had given a
- letter of introduction to Indira Ghandi, so Byron proceeds after having checked into the
- Crown Hotel, to jump into a rickshaw, and give the driver the address to of the Prime
- Minister of India, which the rickshaw driver, being Indian, spat out his beetle, smiled,
- and said, “Okay.”
- And two hours later, having cruised through most of Old Delhi, and then past the Red
- Fort, up to New Delhi, to the Luttins Buildings, and then onto the Prime Minister’s house,
- thinking it was completely and utterly ridiculous, decided not to charge any money at all,
- whereupon Byron got out, with his blonde bombshell looking extremely glamorous, and
- proceeded down the pathway on bare feet to knock on the door of Indira Ghandi with his
- letter of introduction. Upon receipt of the letter of introduction, the guards at the front
- door were practically expelled by the opening of both doors with Indira Ghandi, arms
- outstretched, welcoming them and deciding there and then that Byron and his female
- accomplice were going to stay at her house.
- So the baggage was summoned from the Crown Hotel, much to everybody surprise, with
- a lot of raised eyebrows, and they were ensconced in a paradise suite in the Prime
- Minister’s house, and discussing what the thesis was all about, with Indira Ghandi, she
- had some remarkable input. She had campaigned only under the stringent guidance and
- strategic input of somebody who she trusted, somebody who was invested in all forms of
- Indian spiritualism, astronomy, astrology, and God knows what, and she could swear by
- him, up and down. She hadn’t yet made the mistake of exchanging genitals for radios to
- try and compete with Mao’s one-child policy, in the rural areas which facilitated the end
- to her reign for a while until she had made a major comeback. And Indira was very open
- and suggested that certain of the people weren’t worth meeting but others were, and in
- the process of filtering out among the flack or distortion, gave a pretty clear road map as
- to where to go and how. And southern India fit into this quite well into this because from
- Benares on south, down the Ganges, and then in several other places, there were people
- of note who were worth visiting but most importantly, in he various southern cities, and
- in the tip of India called Kanyakumari, just north of Kanyakumari there was a town called
- Madurai, which was apparently very well worth visiting, to see the living manifestation
- of religion incarnate. And she said the timing was right because the monsoons were
- hitting up north, it was getting very hot down south but not hot enough yet, and
- everybody had heard by that time that the beaches in Goa were worthy of a visit, and it
- had only recently been handed over by the Portuguese to the Indians, and hence it had a
- kind of Portuguese, European flavor as opposed to the post Raj English awkwardness.
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- So they took a cruise down through the various sights, including Jaipoor, Rajistan, and
- they of course saw the Taj Mahal, but very quickly, arrived in Goa. And in Goa, decided
- to have a holiday. There were about three hundred westerners in Goa at the time, it was
- probably the peak of the hippie migration. And exactly at the right time, around
- Christmas of 1969, the Christmas vacation prompted Byron to reach into his money belt
- and whip out a thousand dollar bill, which through a labyrinth of various money changers
- and uncles who were semi-directors of semi-banks, managed to convert into rupees,
- which at that time was enough to buy a car or a house. Byron opted for the latter, and
- purchased a house which was on a beach which nobody had been to yet. And very soon
- thereafter, they were living in the lap of luxury with fifteen servants and eating a lot of
- fruits, and Goan pork. Most of southern India is entirely vegetarian, so it was quite a
- relief to eat meat. And at that particular time in history, the people who had been in India
- for a long time, and some of them had been there for several years, had their own tales to
- spin, on the various sages that they had met. And a lot of them sounded rather interesting,
- so they were included in this itinerary of who to go see. And since Byron had early in his
- life, walked around the Sahara, he had this inspiration that rather than taking
- transportation, that this would probably be one of the last opportunities ever to walk the
- entire length of India, from village to village, and then from village to city, and then from
- city to village, etcetera.
- Since none of the pathways were on any maps, they decided to try to figure out with a
- compass, estimating how far they were, how long they had walked, and how far they’d
- gotten, went to head off to a major town. It’s usual that when one gets to a village they
- would relay where the next one is, and everybody knows where the major town is. So if
- you want to go to a major town from the village where they know where the major town
- is then you can go to that major town.
- Having had a three-month vacation in Goa, which was a welcome rest from the arduous
- travels of the past, they took off and walked south. They came across a place called
- Humpi. Humpi is basically a rock which sticks out of the desert. It’s a very large rock,
- and on the top, there’s an ancient ruin of Indian temples, and literally thousands of sadus
- who arrive there, and there’s a spring, which is kind of nursed as a river that goes through
- these ruins. And the sadus are mostly unclad, some of them with elephants as modes of
- transportation, which had to be fed vast amounts of food. A lot of them wore absolutely
- nothing and who had a sort of strong spiritual ego, they would wrap their dicks around
- their tridents and have two people sit on either end of the trident and they would
- demonstrate that in fact they had broken any connection to sensual and physical pleasure.
- They would smoke scorpion poison, pollen and hashish in very large chillums, cough a
- lot, and look completely and utterly spaced out but somehow able to function and sit in
- various contortions and express virtually nothing. Lots of music. Totally unreal. When
- the sun set, and the moon rose and the stars glittered in the sky, this place could have
- been on another planet. Completely and utterly cut off but quite inspiring and incredibly
- beautiful, full of people who definitely were from another planet, and who clearly had
- some reason to believe.
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- After a long trek, down through Karila, all the way to Kanyakumari, meeting various
- saints and various sages who would tell stories under banyan trees outside of the village,
- which could not be interpreted because nobody spoke English and neither Byron nor the
- blonde spoke Tamil as opposed to Hindi, Byron had accumulated en route a little retinue
- to keep the blonde bombshell amused. There were a couple of Danish girls who were on
- the beach, who had arrived to spend Christmas from Denmark, because Byron had the
- inspiration to send from New Delhi 2/3 of the hashish which was smuggled into India as
- a Christmas present to his friends in Denmark. And his inspiration for smuggling was
- quite unique. He bought a lot of the cheapest Hindu plaster statues which were all white,
- the painted ones were more expensive, and with a spray can, sprayed them all brown and
- black, and then smashed them up, and then mixed them up with broken up pieces of
- hashish which all looked like broken pieces of very very very cheap statues. And they
- had been picked up by a guy called Suna who had been summoned to the post office in
- Copenhagen to retrieve this enormous case of broken statues, and the lady, being Danish,
- was so sympathetic with him and was terribly upset that everything had been damaged
- and asked him to fill out a form for insurance, so that he might be compensated, and
- especially for the freight. Being rather nervous, on the seat of this box, and he smelled
- from many feet away that it was a combination of something more than this broken
- plaster, forewent the formalities filling out the insurance form, and with the aid of a
- couple of gay friends of his, ferried the case, which didn’t fit into the trunk of their car,
- but strapped it on top of the roof and drove it home at high speed and sent the next couple
- of days separating the chaff from the gold. And then, with an inspiration, decided to sell
- at least half of that which had been sent to them, with the idea that they would come and
- spend Christmas in Goa with Byron and his Danish girlfriend.
- The gay contingent, being extremely happy to encounter a lot of Western people who,
- unlike the Danes, didn’t usually walk around naked, and the Danes were quite happy to
- do so, that was the thing at the time, and they felt very at home in Goa. A couple of them
- had decided to join Byron and the blonde bombshell on this drift south, especially since it
- was walking.
- Cruising down the canal to rivers in Karila Bay, from temple to temple, spending most
- nights at the temples, talking with the sages, dancing with the music, in a world lit only
- by fire, no electric lights, no visible connection with the 20th century, or, for that matter,
- the 14th century, this was all pre-10th century Biblical lifestyle. A sense of a living
- spiritual phenomenon was pervading and invading everybody. It was a voyage. By the
- time they arrived in Kanyakumari which was the bottom of India, the retinue had
- changed considerably.
- The two other Danish girls had disappeared, along with their boyfriends. The one gay
- Danish boy who decided to tag along had also left. But a young man from Oklahoma,
- nicknamed Okie, had decided to join the crew. He was very big, and provided a sort of
- insurance or reassurance to the blonde bombshell that she wasn’t just walking into
- oblivion with this Byron character, and she could grouch and moan and groan as the
- blisters became foot-sized and the infections were becoming rather dangerous. Since
- walking half the length of India on pathways between villages took rather a long time, by
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- the time they arrived in Kanyakumari, revolt was percolating in the blonde bombshell’s
- brain.
- Conspiring with Okie, she decided to invoke a certain revolution, whereupon she was
- going to return, if she possibly could, by a conventional mode of transportation, to
- Denmark as soon as possible.
- There is very little conventional transportation, and arriving at Kanyakumari at three
- o’clock in the morning, there was nowhere to stay, but as usual, wherever any place in
- India which has been inhabited over the centuries, or several thousand years, there’s
- always a ruin or a this or a that or a temple you could go hang out in and so they found a
- temple. The place was absolutely silent. While they were looking up at the full moon,
- with the ocean, white as glass, and temperatures that were as usual exceedingly high,
- Byron heard this unbelievable rag, really really beautiful Indian music, playing
- somewhere in this city, and decided that at three or four o’clock in the morning, when
- everybody else had decided to crash out and turn in, it was a ruin temple, to seek out the
- source of this rag.
- Having found the source of what sounded like a live group of musicians to be a radio, and
- the radio being owned by a very handsome southern Indian, who was not just a sadu but
- seemingly somebody of higher rank in the Hindu traditions, the Shiva three-stripe trident
- on his forehead with a red dot with a little orange wrap and an orange shawl, standing on
- the fingertips of one hand with the rest of his body projected to the moon, with a little old
- man sitting in a corner with a bowl of booty and fire and some food cooking, Byron sat
- down, and after many minutes of being elevated, the sage returned his feet to the ground.
- Byron became quite impressed with this man’s physical prowess and yogic ability. And
- sitting there and eating his food, and feeling the tranquility from the strident stress of the
- female-invoked revolution, decided that it was probably a good idea to get to know this
- character.
- He conveyed a sense of alarmingly powerful self-possession. He probably had some
- insight into this mystical tradition that had not been available through other of the sages
- who were marketing various techniques of meditation and trying to encourage the parting
- of money for various meditation courses etcetera etcetera and receiving gifts, etcetera.
- And this particular character seemed to be somewhat above that, and to the chagrin of the
- retinue except Okie, decided that he would follow the erstwhile sage and record his
- various conversations. The consternation with the rebellious retinue not only that they
- were incorporating two more bodies on the feeding chain, which emphasized a
- diminishment of available resources such as money to feed people, etcetera, which was
- exasperated by the fact that Byron had not disclosed either to the Danish blonde
- bombshell or anybody else that there was a belt full of money, wishing to try to live
- according to the non-material universe and as frugally as possible so as not to appear
- outrageously rich in an impoverished rural background, this exasperation was
- compounded by the fact that they were going to retrace their steps back to the city called
- Madurai, which through various attempts at translation had emerged as the destination of
- the erstwhile enlightened sage.
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- The walking picked up pace rather rapidly with the leadership of the trident-bearing sage
- who perched what appeared to be his father on his shoulder, and hopped along at quite a
- clip, with his hair down to his ankles. Every little village that he had encountered, of
- course he would stop and instead of entering the village, he would sit under one of the
- more notable of the trees, either in the outskirts of the village or possibly sometimes, but
- not usually, in the village center, and he would begin telling stories. Of course nobody
- understood his stories but every single person in the village was enthralled by the story,
- so the result was that food was made available for the entire retinue, and it was absolutely
- delicious, and in sufficient abundance that nobody became particularly hungry. And
- likewise, in the morning, prior to departure, food was made available, yogurt, various
- kinds of sweet fruits and it seemed that life could go on like this forever and ever and
- ever without a penny being spent.
- Upon arrival in Madurai, things took a turn to the absurd. The sage, each day becoming
- what appeared to be more and more self-possessed, arrived in the central thoroughfare of
- the town of Madurai, and stood up on a podium and raised his hands, with a trident in one
- of them, and the entire throng, which seemed to be everybody in the city, in that
- particular street, prostrated themselves on the ground instantly and buried their faces in
- the earth. Whereupon the sage turned to the retinue and beckoned them to remain put,
- and grabbing Byron, walked him through the mass of people, all the way to the major
- temple in Madurai, and given that this was the day of Dirga Puja, which is the most
- serious ceremony of the year in that region, he went to the temple of his choice, an
- enormous creation, and knocked three times on the door with his staff. The doors were
- opened, and a sight beyond comprehension was revealed to Byron.
- Two thousand people dancing the creation of the universe apparently in total harmony on
- two feet of burning coals, two feet deep, everybody naked, women and men together, and
- nobody apparently being burned.
- The door was rapidly closed behind them, the sage having decorated Byron with a trident
- on his forehead as well, unfortunately ran into resistance from the resident sages in the
- temple, not wishing to expose their inner activities to the prying eyes of the spiritually
- inept western person, the resistance being surmounted by a demonstration of extreme
- physical insistence on the part of the sage, who bared his trident and Byron was thus
- permitted to crouch along the walls of the periphery of this temple, about thirty feet from
- the actual coals, but so overwhelmingly hot that it was practically intolerable, to witness
- this remarkable event which had continued for several hours, until the indication was
- given that the sage had done his bit and was to leave.
- Upon exiting the temple, Byron, having encountered his first notion of a completely new
- reality where people could bathe in flames and not get burned, and dance the creation of
- the universe en masse without anybody seemingly missing a cue, or through some kind of
- higher guidance or maybe cultural tradition that permitted them to know exactly what
- everybody else was doing, with no conductor, was in a state of unparalleled doubt, which
- was welcomely received by the skeptical retinue who had not been permitted into the
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- temple, and whose immediate decision was to insist that Byron take the lead and direct
- the retinue to the next stop.
- The next stop was to be across India, to a place south of Madras called Pondicherry.
- Pondicherry is a particularly obnoxious place with beautiful beaches impossible to enjoy
- because the local population would use it as their latrine. But it is the home of a former
- French inspired sage who built a little town in circles which was meant to be heaven on
- earth, circular buildings, dug into the ground which was overseen by a woman who was
- the former sage’s wife or girlfriend, referred to as ‘the Mother,’ one of those extremely
- pretentious westernized enclaves of spiritual design, a sanctuary or an ashram of some
- kind.
- The Sage and his father were not too impressed with this place and urged us to continue
- our voyage into oblivion. Halfway to Madras, things were becoming rather uptight, but
- the sage was conveying daily recognition of some kind of improvement in
- communication between himself and Byron, in fact he was quite impressed that Byron
- had taken up some of his yogic practices, and was beginning to perform with increasing
- dexterity certain of these yoga positions, and seemingly became closer and closer to
- Byron, much to the chagrin of the blonde bombshell who was fading in the background
- and becoming rather rotund in the belly.
- By the time they arrived in Madras, the money that Byron had revealed that they had, had
- run out. It turned out that it was a February birthday of the blonde bombshell, and
- checking into a hotel, it was up to Okie, who felt that he could find some money from
- some western source, to pay the rent. In India things are sort of lax, so the checker didn’t
- require up-front cash.
- Okie had disappeared to try and find himself an American Express, which much to his
- chagrin he discovered didn’t exist in the entire town of Madras, except, on the top floor
- of an American company, there was a little desk that was attributed to American Express,
- and behind it, a pigeon-hole for letters. Under ‘W’ which was the first letter of the last
- name of Byron, retrieved a letter that was actually forwarded from Goa, which had been
- sent from Denmark.
- Returning with his sad tale that there was no possible way of getting any American
- Express communication, hence very unlikely there would be any money, he produced the
- letter and gave it to Byron. Byron opened it up and inside there was a letter from Suna
- from Denmark saying ‘Thank you so much for such a wonderful Christmas present,
- we’ve decided to sell a large portion of the present and to come and spend Christmas with
- you, and this is what remains from the costs of the plane tickets, etcetera, and hopefully it
- will lend for a more prosperous Christmas. The amount of the check was fifteen thousand
- dollars, and it was a bank check, drawn on an American bank.
- Okie nearly fell over, and since the blonde bombshell had retired to her bed to
- commiserate with herself that her birthday was a forlorn historical phenomenon and now
- being persuaded that she was at least six months pregnant, was not available to celebrate
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- this news, and Byron decided to keep it from her until such time as they were able to
- convert it into real money.
- Okie, being a country boy, bursting with optimism, and rather lanky, took off with Byron,
- leaving the blonde bombshell and the sage and his father to contemplate their navels,
- went straight back to the American company which was absolutely delighted to find that
- there was a bank check for fifteen thousand dollars and offered a discount of one
- thousand and produced the appropriate black market rate for fourteen thousand dollars in
- Indian rupees, whereupon a largesse of such extraordinary amount was stacked into a
- rucksack, and en route back to the hotel, every single vendor of sweet-smelling flowers,
- usually sewn together into chains which would then be hung around the neck, was
- summoned to deliver their entire jasmine scented volume into the hotel room where the
- blonde bombshell in manic depression was reclined fast asleep, and a very large birthday
- cake was produced at the same time.
- Upon her awakening, she immediately burst into tears, thinking that she was having a
- hallucination, shut her eyes, buried herself under her pillow, and when she awoke to
- realize that this was in fact something that this had happened, she went very quickly to
- summon her nemesis, the sage and his father, from their room next door, and they were
- not be found, and they were never seen again.
- Having seen that this pregnancy was more probable real than not, Byron decided to hand
- over the rucksack of rupees to the blonde bombshell and suggest that she buy herself a
- first-class train ticket across India to Bombay and a first-class plane ticket back to
- Denmark, and with the remainder, open herself a nice little tea shop or something and to
- wait patiently for the reappearance of Byron who, feeling somewhat honorable towards
- this future child, decided that nine months should be sufficient to complete his mission,
- and he would return to Denmark to join her in her tea shop and complete his thesis.
- Exit the blonde bombshell, Okie and Byron take off to Calcutta, where there were certain
- things that had to be seen according to local rumour and superstition. They headed off
- first of all to a temple, where all of the Indian animals in the pantheon of Indian gods
- were manifest in the form of people who were born with these various likenesses
- including Ganesh and the monkey god and the elephant god, etcetera. It seemed to be
- quite fascinating. Upon arriving in this temple, it was quite unnerving to see that people
- could be born with such unbelievable defects. Okie and Byron decided to retire rather
- quickly to one of the more renowned opium dens of the Indian pre- and post-Raj period, a
- phenomenal opium den, which they stayed in for a couple of weeks, obliviating all of the
- prior consternation that had built up with potential of a disgruntled female.
- Having rolled out of the opium den in a very very standout funk, some of it addicted,
- with a jones the size of Manhattan, they mounted a train to go to Benares where Indira
- Ghandi had indicated the particular enlightened person, possibly a guru, who ran an
- ashram full of birds. Apparently, if you attained a certain level of enlightenment, certain
- birds would come and sit on you, and if you attained samadhi, they would all come and
- sit on you, even the most timid.
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- Keeping in tradition with the prior protocol, Byron and Okie traveled from Madras to
- Banares, third class, unreserved which meant they didn’t have a seat, and there were twohundred-
- thousand people in each carriage, and by the time they arrived in Benares, they
- had been sitting on the roof of the train, most of the time trying to hang on going through
- the tunnels.
- Black with smoke, they jump into a rickshaw, and again being somewhat broke, having
- given the blonde bombshell at least 99 percent of the money, a rickshaw was the only
- mode of transportation they had the opportunity to splurge on. Having directed him to the
- ashram, they were lying back for the first time in at least twenty hours of horrendous train
- travel, and relaxing a little bit, as they were passing a particular tea shop going down a
- very steep hill, a voice was heard, proclaiming, beckoning, ‘Mr. Byron sam, Mr. Byron
- sam, I have very important news for you.’ And since neither Byron nor Okie had spoken
- to an Indian on the entire trip from Calcutta to Benares, they were quite surprised to hear
- somebody calling Byron’s name. Byron decided to inquire, somewhat shocked.
- He walked out to this character, and the character said, ‘Oh, Byron sam, I am so glad that
- I could meet you this morning because the young lady whose name begins with E from a
- north European country, she is not pregnant, she has sent a telegram to the post office
- here in Benares, you must pick this telegram up. Several things are going to transpire in
- your future, one of which, you must take with extreme seriousness, and that is if offered
- the opportunity to stay in the mountains, stay in the mountains, otherwise you will have
- to return to the plains and fight the battle of your life,’ whereupon he said ‘Thank you
- very much,’ and didn’t ask for any money.
- As the post office happened to look up rather soon, en route to the ashram with the birds
- per Indira Ghandi’s indication, Byron jumped out of the rickshaw, ran into the post office,
- and there, lo and behold, there was a telegram from the blonde bombshell who said that
- she was not pregnant, that she was in Bombay, and that she decided that she wanted to
- return, forgiven, and that shouldn’t moan and groan, no more. So a telegram was returned
- to her, ‘All is forgiven, meet us in Benares.’ Okie, being somewhat taken aback at the
- communication of the return of the blonde bombshell, decided that after the encounter in
- the ashram with the erstwhile sage who had instructed him and Byron into his particular
- notion of a meditative funk, decided that he would part company and go his own way,
- leaving Byron to receive the blonde bombshell at the train station a few days later.
- During this period of time, at the ashram with the birds, Byron came to reflect upon what
- was said by this stranger as they were coming down from the train station, and the levels
- of coincidence, how did he know his name, was there somebody who had come and told
- him while they were on the train, finally he concluded that there was no fucking way and
- that this guy had really said something outrageous. And it turned out to be true. Could he
- be working in the post office? Maybe, but how would he know that this was Byron sam,
- and very specifically, not Okie sam, sufficient that he could persuade Byron to go to the
- post office to receive a telegram that had been sent to him?
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- The blonde bombshell reappears on the scene, looking extremely glamorous and rather fit,
- the suspicion was she had an abortion, or a miscarriage or something, which was with the
- fact that she hadn’t gone back to Denmark, and that she seemed to be in higher spirits,
- tend to confer that something dramatic had happened.
- Since Byron had never disclosed either to Okie or to the blonde bombshell that there was
- still a money belt full of money, they decided to travel in comparative luxury by taking a
- first class train to the next destination on the agenda which was Katmandu, where there
- were several people, including several family friends, who lived there, and other notable
- sages were to be met, including Tibetans and Hindus living in seclusion in caves in the
- Himalayas. They arrived at Muzaffarpur Station with a considerable bounty of luggage,
- which accumulated as a result of the blonde bombshell’s spontaneous largesse.
- They cross into Nepal and into a town called Pataan, and from Pataan fly to Kathmandu,
- and in Kathmandu, they rented a house, which was at a place called Swayambunat, and
- for the next couple of months, reclined in comparable joy and serenity, in a town which
- had yet to receive electricity, so again, the world is lit only by fire. Kathmandu at that
- time was living in the middle ages, dogs ruled at night, you had to carry a big staff,
- otherwise the packs would attack you.
- An old white Russian noble named Boris who had ended up in Kathmandu after the
- revolution, had bought one of the Rama palaces, in fact the Rama Palace, which he had
- filled up with the most beautiful women in Nepal, and used it as a whorehouse to serve
- all of his notable friends and maharajas and God-knows-what-else from all over India and
- the rest of the world. Boris was living on the proceeds of a restaurant he had started
- called the Yak and Yeti, a Russian restaurant which served stroganoff and this, that and
- the other, which was frequented by the upwardly elevated maharajas of India and notable
- personages, all of whom were friends of his. And as he supplied the women, it was a
- good going concern, a very very large palace. The food was very sumptuous, and the girls
- were even more beautiful, and one could walk from room to room to room. As it
- happened, as you went to get your visa renewed, which you had to every three months,
- you had to go into the Rama palace, because Boris sponsored the seat of the immigration
- officer, and a gentleman preceding the arrival of Byron in probably 1967 called the Hito
- had been in Kathmandu and he had exchanged the stamp, which was the Nepalese stamp,
- for a stamp that he had had made, and that stamp was stamped in everybody’s passports
- ‘Happy Hippieland Kathmandu.’ And you got an extension of three months, and it cost
- about a dollar for the endorsement. But as you entered this palace, you didn’t know
- where this immigration officer was going to be. So you’d open one door and you’d see
- thirty women in semi-clad state either putting on makeup or washing out their pussies or
- getting a massage or, if you opened another door, being fucked by God-knows-what. It
- was absolutely hilarious, the screams, the giggles, the shouts, and finally he had found the
- guy with the stamp and the stamp said ‘Happy Hippieland Kathmandu.’ Byron came to
- have many of these stamps in his passport by the time he left Nepal.
- You could buy all over India, they had the government marijuana shop, and they had sold
- what’s called ganja, but in Kathmandu you could buy ganja and hashish in the
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- government shops, and it was extremely high quality.
- A couple of months into this soujourn, Byron had gone to meet the various people who
- he was documenting, he had a tape recorder and would record what they were saying
- even if he didn’t understand what they were saying, hoping in the long run to get
- somebody to do the translation. There was also the miraculous camera which took all of
- these shots of these people and Byron was kind of seriously applying himself to
- organizing all of the recordings from the many many many people that he had met on
- route, and also trying to quantify what was interesting about each and what techniques
- were being employed and how they correlated with other techniques, and all in the quest
- of some kind of enlightenment.
- But he became familiar with some sort of underlying communion or unison of origin of
- history. All oral histories tended to confirm that there had indeed been a flood, that it
- happened at a certain particular time in history, and before the flood, the gods used to fly
- around in their various flying machines and also commune with their own planet,
- backwards and forwards, and they had a pantheon of gods and each one of them was
- absolutely identifiable with a different name, in all the different cultural and religious
- histories. And the Indus valley was very particular in that it related to a god which was a
- female deity, and her name was, in the Sumerian, Inana, she’s been through various
- incarnations, including Ishtar and Isis, and so on and so forth, and in India, she had
- several incarnations and several different names and she was very graphically depicted,
- and iconography and she was in her own Sumerian history a licentious being and liked to
- fuck a lot of semi-demigods, who were the half creation, man being something that was
- created by these gods in order to work for them, and having created them in his, in their
- image, the gods decided to fuck their product and even Enlil was seduced to fucking the
- female, ma’an, and all of this was surfacing, the apparent coherence of an underlying
- science to all of these religious practices, was beginning to emerge. Perhaps there was a
- reason to believe.
- When this was related by Byron to a very very erudite Tibetan lama, he smiled from ear
- to ear, and explained in no uncertain terms that this information was not only accurate,
- but the details thereof would be concealed from all who were not enlightened people, and
- to qualify as somebody who could be the beneficiary of some specific information, one
- had to go through the process of becoming a monk.
- Byron decided this was far too elaborate a process and decided to take off into the
- Himalayas on a vast trek through the mountains, which is very different from walking on
- the plains, much more arduous and considerably more dangerous. And at this time the
- blonde bombshell thought that rather than sitting behind as she had done in Afghanistan
- and moaning and groaning as she had done in India she was going to join the team and go
- walking in the Himalayas.
- So Byron and the blonde bombshell take off up the road to the Tibetan border and
- proceed to walk to the first town called Dulkha, which took them two days. It takes a
- sherpa about four and a half hours of speed walking with no pack, and a mule sherpa who
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- would be carrying about 80 kilos would take about a day and a half. Byron and the
- erstwhile bombshell took two days carrying virtually nothing at all and having two
- sherpas not only to guide them but also to carry the heaviest of their sparse belongings.
- Arriving in a place called Jieri, which is the only location in the Himalayas where a small
- plane can land, the blonde bombshell decided to back out, and catch the plane back to
- Kathmandu and hang out with Boris at the Yak and Yeti, whereupon Byron took off on
- his own for another quest to first of all a Tibetan monastery at a place called Tangboche,
- where they painted tongas, and according to the lama in the Swayambunat temple, he was
- to meet another lama who was going to give him some indication as to how he was going
- to come to some of the mystic traditions of the Tibetans and Tibetan Buddhism, which
- had eluded him entirely. And upon arriving in Tangboche, as if written in a letter of
- introduction, the lama made himself present, explained that he was expecting Byron, and
- that this was not his destination, but he would be pointed in the right direction if he
- decided that it was his inclination to do so.
- After a couple of days rest, he took off in the direction of yet another monastery, where
- he would meet yet another lama who would give him yet another key to the pathway.
- After a few moths of doing this, in a migratory backtracking and crossover passage, he
- came to the second monastery, the third monastery, etcetera etcetera, and eventually
- walking alone across the glacier in the basin of Everest, the wind started to blow. Ill-clad
- for the minus forty weather, with the Tibetan boots having been over worn and in tatters,
- falling off, he clings onto the side of the fucking mountain, and makes very little
- headway in extraordinarily heavy winds. And at minus forty, things looked as if they
- were going to get rather dangerous, whereupon two very jovial Tibetans, not necessarily
- monks, approached him, and taught him in a very short period of time, how to generate
- heat in order to survive.
- The instruction form the last lama was to go back to Swayambu, and don the robes on
- Buddha’s birthday, become a monk. And thereafter, the doors to all of the enquiring
- would be opened.
- Very depressed to hear that this was the only way into the secret doctrine of the Tibetans,
- Byron decided to continue walking with these two jovial Tibetans who were obviously on
- the way to somewhere. Usually at the destination of any Tibetan long walk, there’s a
- chung house where you get drunk out of your mind and not really wishing to smoke at
- high altitude, not just because you get so high, but because your lungs become
- immediately impaired and can’t get as much oxygen, drinking was the drug of choice. So,
- en route to this destination village, one of the Tibetans decided that he was going to
- continue walking at night because he wanted to get back to his waiting honeychild. And
- the other was walking along with Byron, and decided to spend the night and to walk
- when it was safe during the day. As they were walking along -- Tibetans have this
- capacity of screwing up their eyes in such a way that they can see and recognize faces
- miles away on the other side of mountains, and they can see much much further than we
- can because they have an exercise which they use called the Tibetan eye chart where you
- can put your nose on a nail and there are different colors in circles around and you
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- expand your peripheral vision in order to be able to see all the colors in clarity. So they
- practice this from a very early age and they have the capacity really to focus and to see
- two miles away and recognize a person.
- Well, the Tibetan decides to screw his face up and he was looking down and then he saw
- Trumpa his friend, had fallen down the mountain and died when he walked at night, and
- he started to laugh. Tibetans are very casual about life and death, he didn’t even bother to
- go down there and pick him up, he would probably die if he tried. The two of them arrive
- in Trumpa’s village, and go to knock on the door and his very beautiful Tibetan wife
- opens the door, there’s no such thing as marriage, under the animistic Tibetan tradition,
- and there she is with this young buck some Tibetan boy in bed, and so, the Tibetan
- traveling with Byron turned to Byron and said ‘Hey, it’s good he fell off the mountain.’
- Because Tibetan tradition is that if you arrive home, and the lady you hope is waiting for
- you is actually ensconced with somebody else, that somebody else is required to take him
- out and get him drunk, but he said in Trumpa’s case he didn’t think that was going to
- work. So it was karma and fate, it was finished.
- From this village, about six weeks walk, Byron makes it back to Kathmandu and finds
- the blonde bombshell in the Yak and Yeti, now approaching Buddha’s birthday. Byron is
- having second thoughts, thinking that he may actually shave his head and become a monk,
- which of course is not particularly welcome by the blonde bombshell, who has just about
- had her fill of the now several year quest into oblivion, and who wished to live a
- somewhat more affluent life with affluent people such as those who surrounded Boris and
- the King. The King, who had befriended her, possibly in a more intimate way than not,
- who had received from Byron as a present a car before he had completely boycotted the
- universe and gone drifting in the Himalayas. It was one of three cars in Kathmandu. And
- since no electricity had yet come up the mountains, one could see the pylons at the end of
- the first year Byron was in Kathmandu, crawling up the mountains, electricity had to be
- connected.
- Approaching Buddha’s birthday, Byron had befriended a young English boy, who was a
- collector of Tibetan sacrificial artifacts, from the mystical traditions, and he was quite a
- trader, this guy. His name was Andy Rogers, he now lives in Northern Thailand, in
- Chiang Mai, married to a Thai girl. He became known as Tibetan Andy because he would
- go wandering off into the mustang area where the Tibetans were fighting the Chinese and
- as the Tibetan refugees were coddling their life possessions he would buy these
- extremely valuable tonkas and extremely ancient high-quality bronze statues, from these
- departing people. Andy, being a rather cynical character, didn’t believe in anything at all,
- had discovered a guy call Pundit, who would sit on the steps high up towards the stuppa
- in Swayambunat. The monkeys never attacked him, which was highly unusual. And he
- would be speaking in these tongues of many languages, all about the arrival of Buddha on
- Buddha’s birthday, and the creation of the Kathmandu valley, and how it happened, and
- so on and so forth. This was in March, as Byron and Buddha had very close birthdays.
- As it turned out, the blonde bombshell was trying to distract Byron from the more
- mundane things and the spiritual enquiry by confounding him with looking up people like
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- the Maharaja of Kuchbehal and the Maharaja of Jaipur, and this that and the other, who
- she much preferred to hang out with than enlightened sages with Shiva tridents and
- symbology embossed on his forehead, so to compete with Buddha’s birthday, the blonde
- bombshell had invited Byron to have dinner at the Yak and Yeti, but Byron had been
- called into a very strange phenomenon.
- He encountered Mr. Rogers, in his home in Swayambunat, and Mr. Rogers was looking
- pale and extremely disturbed, and every now and again he would suddenly burst into a
- dance which required his neck moving from side to side just like an Indian classical ballet
- dancer, while standing on one leg, and these extraordinary finger movements, and things
- that he obviously had not studied at ballet school, and he was proclaiming that he’d been
- possessed by this Pundit on the top of the stuppa in Swayambunat, and he had taken him
- over and turned him into Krishna. And he was forced to perform this kind of ballet. And
- every time he wasn’t focusing on not doing it, he was doing it, so he asked Byron to
- ground him and to be there. And Byron asked him how much he’d been smoking, and he
- said not much but Byron suggested he take a hit of some chillum, whereafter Mr. Rogers
- went into extreme calisthenics which were wholly inconceivable, and became
- increasingly paranoid, so Byron invited him to his dinner for his birthday, whereupon Mr.
- Rogers accepted and every time Byron let go of his hand he would spin into one of these
- movements. Byron was trying to tell him that nobody could possess his mind but clearly
- he’d been possessed by something. It was really beyond comprehension by what.
- They arrive at the Yak and Yeti, and the 300 prostitutes in the various bedrooms of the
- Rama palace, all of whom were extremely beautiful, and Boris was jealous of his friends,
- because he didn’t really have any money, but if he liked you, he’d put you up and keep
- you, and keep you serviced day and night. Byron had gone into it headlong, and every
- day was a party for him, and he was quite surprised when he arrived at the Yak and Yeti
- to discover that it was completely deserted, and dark. Given that there was no electricity,
- to look for a light switch, one would instead take out a lighter or a box of matches and
- look for a candle. So Byron took a candle, only to discover that Mr. Rogers had not only
- gone into one of his convulsion dances, but his eyes were spinning around in his head and
- he was doing eye movements as well. And standing on one leg, it was absolutely
- hilarious.
- Grabbing Mr. Rogers to calm him down, just in case anybody might have seen this, and
- sitting him down with his eyes spinning in his head, Byron takes off with the candle in
- search of another candle, in an attempt to illuminate this. Entering a room with a candle,
- which is a ballroom, with one candle illuminating virtually nothing, there was an acoustic
- message going on, which could only mean that there were a lot of people hushing
- themselves to be quiet. Byron heard this but couldn’t see it, which was a kind of rumble,
- shuffling, coughing, and all those indiscreet sounds that had been made by people who
- were trying to keep quiet and also hidden. Just as he approached the chandelier, a lot of
- candles, music, suddenly appeared from nowhere, through enormous speakers, and
- floodlights started to illuminate from inside to windows with very very long silk
- billowing curtains, and in through the window first of all came the King of Nepal, his
- wife, his son, his girlfriend, the Princess of Nagaland, Tiala Massan, the Princess of
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- Bhutan, the King of Bhutan, this whole retinue of important people, dressed to the nines,
- dripping with jewels.
- When Byron turned towards where the sound was coming from, he saw sitting around a
- table, all of his friends from all over the world, sitting and prepared to celebrate his
- twenty-first birthday, which, the year was not congruent, he wasn’t twenty-one. Half of
- Asia’s royals, including Prince Purachyachepingpaipek, had appeared at a spurious
- twenty-first birthday party, orchestrated by the blonde bombshell, and Mr. Rogers who
- had come to partake in this dinner, had been left in the dark in the empty room with his
- eyes spinning and doing this dance. Andy Rogers was being paid with a karmic debt for
- having purchased for very little money the last relics and sacrificial artifacts of Tibetans
- escaping from China and fleecing them as they were coming through the mountains
- hungry. For very very little money he had accumulated a vast collection, one of the
- largest collections in the world of Tibetan bronzes.
- Since this was now his twenty-first birthday, Byron had to tell Andy to shut up because
- the blonde bombshell had been making promotions as to aggrandize the moment to invite
- all of Byron’s friends from all over the world to make her feel somewhat in the social
- strata she thought she had encountered when she had met Byron.
- Feeling very self-satisfied and everybody dressed to the hilt, Byron joined them for
- dinner and everybody got drunk, stoned, etcetera. And Mr. Rogers, with the onset of very
- loud rock and roll music, changed his dance steps but couldn’t sit still throughout dinner.
- He became extremely paranoid and disappeared.
- And the party was over. The idea was to go and celebrate Buddha’s birthday the
- following day, and Byron was going to get his head shaved and join up as a monk. And
- so he did. However, having done so, there had been a change in Nepalese law.
- Byron had adopted this young kid named Krishna, who was four years old, and had come
- out of the mountains with a stick and a handkerchief at the end of it like Dick Wittington,
- Krishna had left home at the age of four because his mother had died and his father used
- to beat him, and make him go chop the wood, and make the fire, and cook the food, and
- he used him as a slave, so Krishna packed up his belongings into a handkerchief and put
- his staff through the bundle, and walked for three weeks to Kathmandu to seek his
- fortune. He arrived in Swayambunat with his little tiny hands and he met the other street
- urchins and started gambling with cards. And winning. And he eventually became the
- houseboy at Byron’s house.
- The warning from Benares was ‘Stay in the mountains. If you go back down to the plains,
- you’re going to fight the fight of your life to survive.’
- The intention was to stay in the mountains, become a nice little monk, and get all the
- information that was secreted in the secret doctrine, that allegedly would be revealed if he
- went through this exercise. And then there was a visa problem.
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- Happy Hippieland Kathmandu visas were no longer recognized by the Nepalese
- authorities, and although Byron was very familiar with the King, and with Pundit, and all
- the notables, and they all hung out together in the Yak and Yeti, there was a very uptight,
- Oxbridge-educated visa authority, not in Boris’ Rama palace but in a government kind of
- shack. This visa authority decided that he was not going to renew the blonde bombshell’s
- visa or Byron’s visa and they had to leave that day from Kathmandu. So Krishna was
- given his inheritance which was a large two-door cupboard with a back of shelves in
- either of the doors full of cigarettes and beetle and other kinds of nuts and a two-year
- refill with the local wholesale supplier to ensure his career path was on track. He had
- already demonstrated his capacities to master poker and other games which he was
- winning at the age of four, and he also had a place to stay, because Byron gave him the
- house, which was leased for about five years. Byron was intending of course, to go back
- down the mountain, and return spontaneously from India to pick him up and formally
- adopt him and take him to wherever that Byron was going to go.
- The plane had broken down. So there was no way to fly out to Kathmandu. The only way
- out was by bus.
- Going down the mountain, slowly, slowly, slowly, the echo of this voice from Benares
- became more and more resonant in Byron’s ears. Arriving in India, a day and a half later,
- the heat steaming from the plains, the smells, the morass of human beings everywhere,
- and the harassment, encouraged Byron very quickly to drop any pretext of traveling
- anywhere else in India, but to get on a fucking train and go to Delhi with the idea that at
- this point if there was to be a return it would occur without the blond bombshell who had
- declared her real interest in Byron, and that was the social scenario, and the good looks,
- and the whatever it was nonetheless heritage, and the bucks. So she had played her last
- great stage a couple of nights before on a spurious 21st birthday, inviting all of Byron’s
- friends to appear from all over the world, now she was in the back of a bus, cruising
- unceremoniously out of Nepal, at the insistence of a very diligent and obnoxious young
- immigration officer. Having been totally exhausted coming out of the mountains, they
- fell asleep on the station at Muzaffarpur, whereupon all the possessions that had been
- accumulated by the blonde bombshell over this period of time were politely relieved
- rather rapidly by some thief. Which had been when everybody had fallen asleep. And that
- included, and most unfortunately, the blonde bombshell’s passport. So it was necessary to
- take her to Delhi to the embassy to get it renewed.
- Mounting the train again first class, even though it had appeared everything had
- disappeared except Byron’s passport. All of her rupees had disappeared, and she was
- kind of taken aback when it was revealed to her that Byron had been holding out and that
- there were many thousands of dollars in thousand dollar bills in these waistbands that had
- gone through several different incarnations of coverage, including various ethnic
- arrangements and God-knows-what-else to disguise them into waist belts, whereupon she
- flew into a tantrum of relief.
- The happy couple arrive in New Delhi, and Byron deciding that he’s going to spoil this
- poor girl once in her life, took her to stay instead of at the Crown Hotel, at the Oberoy
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- Maidens Hotel which was the former seat of the Raj, and a really, really beautiful place.
- Renting the Royal Suite of the top of the building ensconced her in a manner to which
- she had not become accustomed. And they went the next day to the Danish Embassy and
- discovered that they would not renew her passport. They would not give her another
- passport. She had to return to Denmark to fulfill this. There was no other choice but the
- blonde bombshell, again, was under command departure.
- Byron, having waved goodbye, returned to the Oberoy Maidens Hotel, spontaneously
- checked out, moved back to the Crown Hotel, in New Delhi at the end of Chandichowk,
- went up to his room that had been reserved on the top floor, smoked a joint, stuck an
- opium ball up his ass, was just about to toot some cocaine, when a person appeared who
- had bee identified by the echo from Benares as one of the harbingers of what would
- happen in the negative. ‘If you come across a person you know whose name begins with
- M, who has red hair, you will have gone past the point of no return. No matter how you
- try to avoid this, or how you evade what will come about, you will be forced to fight
- together with this person, the battle of your lives.’
- Upon hearing the echo, simultaneously viewing Michel, Byron reluctantly got up, gave
- him a hug hello, put out a line, whereupon Michel took a look at him with his parched
- desert mouth and his deep Mongolian-set eyes, with a wry smile and said,
- “Where we goin? Let’s get the fuck out of Delhi.”
- Thus begun the passage of no return. Byron suggested the mountains, back into
- Kathmandu. Michel said,
- “No, let’s go to Armura.”
- Byron said, “How are we gonna get there?”
- Michel said “You got money?”
- Byron said, “Some.”
- He said, “Well, let’s buy a car.”
- He said there was a crazy fucking Austrian named Jurgen, who beat up his girlfriend,
- schweise deutch, and somehow when she sees him, she continues to stay with him,
- arrived in a replica Hitler staff car, made by Mercedes Benz in 1949. It’s got fourteen
- forward gears, this, that and the other, and it’s on a Carnie de Passage, and he’s got no
- money for gas.
- “If you can figure out how to get the Carnie de Passage off his passport, the car is free.”
- And worth 250,000 dollars in India at the time.
- Byron, being very close to Indira Ghandi by this time, who he had, of course had to pay a
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- courtesy visit. Now they were best friends, so he could drop by, and the car was put in the
- passport of the friend Jurgen, and belonged to Byron so it could have been taken out of
- Jurgen’s passport, and put into Byron’s passport. So Indira said, yes of course, and it was
- done. However, Jurgen, being a schweise deutch, somehow figured that this was all too
- easy, and that he was being somehow defrauded, and this extremely valuable car was
- worth a little bit more than just something taken out of his passport. But he had already
- signed the sale papers and it didn’t belong to him anymore so he insisted that he be at
- least driven to Rishikesh, where he was going to get out and vibrate with the local sages
- in the foot hills of the Himalayas at the Ganges, with his girlfriend where he could relieve
- himself of his extraordinary anger.
- The decision was made, “Okay, we’re driving to Rishikesh.”
- Michel was totally against it, having sensed the vibrations with this particular person. He
- rode up front with Byron, and the girlfriend and Jurgen were in the back. Jurgen, not
- being very familiar with driving style and technique in India became freaked out with
- Byron’s driving, and insisted that he, being German, Swiss, Deutch, whatever, knew
- better because he knew the car, and took over the wheel at a certain point, and managed
- to rear-end a three-and-a-half ton solid teak oxcart and launch the driver up into the air
- and land him on the top of his outraged bullock. It was charging around in the headlights.
- The girlfriend managed to put her elbow through the window, and cut herself really badly
- on the elbow, it was bleeding profusely. And Jurgen, having committed the one foopah
- he was hoping to relieve all of us from by taking over the driving, was in a state of shock
- momentarily. So he was placed in the rear, and the ox and cart were reattached with an
- irate driver and with a rope, managed with a hook, to pull out the fender clear to keep the
- car at least going straight, because it couldn’t turn left. And to get the girl to what was
- meant to be a hospital, which in fact was a shack, without any bandages. But there was a
- rather deft seamstress who stitched up the girl, and the next morning her husband, who
- was an Indian version of a potter, took off, by unbolting, this fender, and took out the
- light, and sat there with a hammer, and looking at the other side, hammered it back into
- shape so that it looked like a copperpot fender, and Byron told him to take off the other
- side and make it match. So this was a Hitler staff car look-alike with copperpot fenders.
- Jurgen was landed and, when of course, asked to get out in Rishikesh, he was quite
- reluctant to do so, but with the insistence of Michel, he got out, fearing that there would
- be death as the other alternative. Jurgen proceeds to enter an ashram which he had been
- introduced to, and Byron and Michel were cruising around Rishikesh looking for gas, and
- after five hours of taxicabs siphoning the gas from their cars, there was a full tank and
- two jerry cans full for the final leap to Armura which was on the other side of the Ganges.
- Having taken about seven hours to accumulate enough gasoline, driving out of town, had
- to pass the ashram, where it was apparent Jurgen had had a vociferous, and extremely
- aggressive fallout with the hosts, and Jurgen had been, along with his girlfriend,
- unceremoniously thrown out, and sitting on their piles of belongings with a bloody nose
- on the side of the road. Michel turned to Byron and said,
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- “Keep driving!”
- But feeling somewhat sorry for the girl, Byron stopped the car whereupon Jurgen jumps
- in with the girlfriend, and insists to be taken to Armurra, since that was where he really
- wanted to go. So Michel said,
- “Not on your life!”
- And Byron placated him, and finally he agreed. While cruising up the side of the Ganges,
- it was surmised that being monsoon season, all the bridges were down. So from
- Rishikesh they drove right up to the source of the fucking Ganges, and this source was an
- amazing place where the water just came out of what looked like out of the mountain,
- and in an enormous waterfall down into a gorge, and over the gorge there was this
- suspension bridge, made of chains and looking very ancient. And on either side was this
- medieval kind of York type town with little bridges going from house to house over the
- little streets that ran up and this enormous great big temple that was clearly a Brahman
- temple, in a very high Brahman village at the source of the Ganges.
- Michel, being rather a jokester, decides to take the tape recorder and the very fine
- speakers that came along with it, and the amplifier, hooked up to four car batteries, to
- play Pink Floyd down this gully after sunset. Again, a village that no person from the Raj
- had ever ventured close to, it had stayed and remained pre-this millennium, in its creation
- there was no electricity or anything of the sort. And as the candle starts to be lit, and they
- heard this echoing space music coming out of the source of the Ganges, they quickly
- packed up the speakers, the amplifier and the machine into the boxes, into the back of the
- shooting brake and out of town, very quietly.
- The road, for the last three hundred miles, had not been a road, but a flat track. Suddenly
- it took a turn for the worse, and since there was no was no way to drive the car across
- from one side of the gorge to the other, the track was the only thing that one could follow,
- there were no maps to support any contention as to where one might ford this now
- tributary to the Ganges. And then suddenly, out of the blue, as if a donation from God,
- the Himalayas suddenly cross across this water, although it wasn’t very broad, they didn’t
- know how deep it was, and there was a track that led up alongside the mountain, getting
- higher and higher and higher into the wooded side of the mountain, and they decided to
- follow that.
- As they were going along, now dawn, a lot of rain, the side of the mountain on the
- outside of the car was falling down the mountain as they were traveling along so they
- couldn’t stop. And after about four hours of doing this, in all-wheel drive, fortunately this
- thing was extremely well-constructed, it became apparent that the Ganges had more than
- one source. There was a river half a mile wide to cross, and clearly, even if one chopped
- down all the trees and made a pontoon on which one managed to get the car, which
- weighed three-and-a-half tons, there was no way that you could assure that you could get
- it to the other side without going down the rapids without a rope.
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- Hence the decision was made how to do this whole thing in reverse because there was no
- way to turn around. Against the side of the mountain, and on the middle of the hump of
- the logging track, all the way backwards. This proved to be completely beyond the
- endurance of Michel, who jumps out of the car, with the Turkish wolfhound belonging to
- the Jurgens, the dog’s name was Keith, and had adopted Michel like a father instantly,
- deserted his previous owner, and plunged headlong into the river along with Michel, and
- they were seen drifting downriver rather rapidly, slowly making headway to get to the
- other side.
- After fifteen hours of reversing and having to dig out rocks from the side of the mountain,
- to get this thing back to a place where it could turn around, everybody was exhausted and
- had forgotten about Michel and the dog. And then the drive all the way back nearly to
- Delhi, in order to cross the fucking Ganges, just because this asshole wanted to go to
- Rishikesh, to get back up to Armurra, so God knows how fucking long, and one entire set
- of tires, because the sun was so hot the fucking tires melted into the road and being up to
- the rims in asphalt, when it started, and got through whatever was beneath it, the tires just
- shredded themselves, all in one go having four flats. It was impossible to find tires of that
- width, so the Indians, being very creative, took truck treads, and welded them onto the
- shredded originals, riveted them as well, placed felt on the inside, and then new inner
- tubes, got this truck rolling again. A pretty bumpy ride. So, crossing the Ganges was the
- beginning of it, but arriving at the first road to Armurra, four hours up into the mountains,
- suddenly the road had disappeared, being washed away by the monsoon and there was
- nobody there to dig a path, so all the way back, then to the next one, road washed away,
- no way in, and Byron was stuck with this increasingly insane Jurgen, who was beating up
- his poor damaged wife in the back of the car.
- Finally They arrive in Armurra. Byron goes to meet an old friend of his grandmother’s
- who was the former governor of Kashmir, who immediately introduces him to a house
- along the Kesadevi Ridge which was called Crank’s Ridge, which is where all these old
- Raj people continue to live, in paradise, and within a couple of days, deciding that this
- was probably the most beautiful location that he had ever seen in his life, Byron decides
- to buy this house and live there, but no sign of Michel. Two weeks go by, with no sign of
- Michel. Finally he arrives, weighing a fraction of his previous weight, blood coming out
- of every orifice, leeches all over him, with a very very very very very heavy dose of
- malaria in delirium, and no dog.
- Jurgen using the excuse that he was hanging around because he was waiting for his
- fucking dog, the dog doesn’t show up, the story was really incredible.
- Michel had dropped himself off in the middle of Corbett National Park, the largest game
- reserve in all of India, and it was elephant mating season. It’s the only place in India with
- an existing man-eating tiger. And he was in the middle of the jungle, walking with the
- fucking dog, and at night, the dog freaked because he could see the eyes of all of the
- animals, and he became completely paranoid, and would kind of hide behind Michel.
- Finally getting to the sort of road, the dog happened to hate Indians, and so when the first
- jeep stopped to pick them up, and this took them a couple of weeks to get to a road,
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- walking up and down the mountains in the jungle, both of them fucking starving hungry,
- the fucking dog attacked the Indians, so the next thing that came along was a bus, and
- there ain’t no bus coming for a week, this is it. And Michel had his neckerchief around
- Keith, trying to drag him on the bus, and Keith being a Turkish wolfhound, very big,
- managed to slip the noose and fled back into the jungle. And so Michel said, “Sayonara!”
- and arrives back without the dog.
- Jurgen, for the first time, begins to recognize something outside of himself, notices that
- Michel is about to drop dead. And Budananda, who is the former governor of Kashmir,
- comes along with Mary Obligo, who is the foremost Ayurvedic doctor in all of India,
- fixes Michel up in no time at all. Byron, when Michel becomes somewhat conscious, tells
- him the story about these dire predictions, from Varanasi, which of course, Michel blew
- off as pure superstition, and ridiculous, and absolutely absurd, and finally after having
- stayed in Armurra for about 3 months, Michel declares that he’s going to go back to
- Delhi, and pick up some money that had been sent to him. Byron had been quite judicious
- and not informing it was clear that Michel would squander anything that came close to
- him, didn’t tell him that there was the belt. So in order to keep up the facade, had to
- mortgage the two professional microphones for the 5000 report tape recorder which was
- the alternative to an Acra, for cinema recording, to the local gas station to get a tank full
- of gas to go down to Delhi and arrive broke.
- It was back to Delhi, and traveling this time with a girl who had come from Holland, a
- very beautiful woman with hennaed hair, who was actually a witch, who had explained to
- Michel, independent of Michel, by throwing his tarot cards, exactly what was going to
- happen. And there in the tarot were ones around in a square, with the named, designated
- character, which was the person who threw the deck, behind them, and the interpretation
- was, “You’re going to jail.”
- So Michel, being as irreverent as any motherfucker could be, decides, ok, if he’s going to
- jail, then he’s going to have a fucking good time before this happens, directs his car, as he
- was driving, to the Oberoy Maidens, and very grandly in bare feet and wearing Indian
- cardi clothes, a trouser and a short, rents the entire top floor.
- So Byron thought, “Ok, I’ll let this play out because I’ve known the guy for quite a long
- time and he’d always manage to get away with things.” Since he didn’t know Byron had
- the money to cover, it was a gesture he was amazed Michel was able to pull off. Tossing
- the keys to the car to the dressed up guy at the front door, in his full uniform, grandly
- marching in without a pair of shoes, and renting the top floor without a credit card or
- anything, it was great. And the guy who let him do this was the manager called Seigle.
- And he was so impressed with Michel’s style, he told him “Great, go ahead!”
- And so there they were, at the top floor of the Oberoy Maidens Hotel, without a penny to
- their names, and an empty tank of gas, concerned that upon entering the parking lot, it
- might run out of gas before hitting the parking space.
- Michel immediately orders a tailor to the room, and has a whole set of clothes made for
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- himself, and shoes and everything he can imagine, five of each, and in various colors.
- And Byron was sitting there thing, “Well, fucking hell, go along with the show.” So he
- had some clothes made as well. And they had a discotheque which had been designed by
- a phenomenal Italian architect, using Tesla technology, glass ceiling, glass floors, glass
- walls, smoked, and with a massive Tesla coil set up in the back, was able to run lighting
- in tune and in time with the music around this entire place, absolutely fucking
- unbelievable. And they had a band that had learned all its rock and roll from a little tiny
- tape recorder and they were playing Santana with tablas and guitars, and a really good
- copy but didn’t quite have the funk. So Michel, who was a really good blues harmonica
- player, said,
- “Okay Byron, since you are the musician around here, let’s put something behind this
- band, and make a reasonable fucking noise, and at least teach them how to play so that
- we can dance whilst they’re figuring out what to do.” Of course, it wasn’t mentioned that
- Michel was only waiting for five hundred dollars in the American Express, that still
- hadn’t showed up. And they were at least two thousand dollars a day, and Byron was
- feeling the waistband getting thinner and thinner, even though Michel didn’t have the
- first clue that it existed at all.
- Lo and behold, the band was very receptive to this instruction, and they picked up on it
- like crazy, and it became in a matter of a week, a really pretty fucking shit hot rock and
- roll band, and of course Michel was sending out invitations to every notable to come to
- dinner and to come dancing and this that and the other, and there’s this great band, and
- the Rolling Stones were coming, and so on and so forth, because he had invited them as
- well, and everybody fucking showed up. And so not only were they hosting the top floor
- of the Oberoy Maidens Hotel but as everybody else were guests too, they had ended up
- hosting the entire fucking hotel, without a fucking penny put down.
- And the manager, Seigle, was just looking at this with his eyes spinning, and finally
- Byron approached Seigle and said,
- “Look, as you know, this is getting pretty ridiculous.” And he said,
- “Oh, not at all, not at all! All these people coming to this hotel, the hotel’s never made so
- much money!”
- And so Byron said,
- “Well, no, you’ve got to understand that...”
- And he said, “No, don’t worry, I know you have no money. But the business is
- booming!”
- He picked up on the whole game, just played it down the line, and champagne was
- flowing, and everybody had to pay for their dinners, and this, that and the other, and it
- was incredibly hilarious.
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- So Michel, being a party boy, decided that things were going kind of cool, and since now
- he was preparing for the ejection, and so he thought, “Ok, well let’s have one last
- enormous fucking party.”
- And now he had made friends with everybody, and everybody in Delhi thought that the
- two richest guys in the world had showed up, and they knew everybody, and it was the
- place to go, and they were competing with each other to get invitations, and it was in the
- newspapers all the time, and it was becoming really amazingly funny.
- And finally, the Rolling Stones showed up.
- And it just happened to coincide with the day of the great big fucking party before Michel
- was sure they were getting ejected. And it turned out that everybody from Kush Bihad to
- Jaipur, all of them came with all of their friends, and every socially ambitious Indian
- wanted to be invited too. So the commercialites, the Billahs, the Tartars, the this that and,
- it was a dense pack of these people, and since the Stones showed up, half the friends from
- all over Europe arrived as well, so it was kind of a blue blood rockout. Since all of these
- very grand people were showing up, Biki Oberoy who was very socially ambitious for
- himself, decided that it wasn’t going to happen at the Oberoy Maidens Hotel, it was
- going to happen at his house, which was this fucking unbelievable spread. And what was
- more, he was going to pick up the tab.
- The moment Michel heard this, he ordered the caviar, the champagne and what not, to be
- flown in from France. The list of invitees came to two thousand people, and everybody
- showed up. The party was structured for a weekend. It lasted a week, during which time,
- Michel, who had this eidetic memory, was targeting a possible stroke for another one, the
- rich Indians, and the business people, and he was putting one guy through Byron together
- with another, and taking commission, so Byron had to do all the documentation, writing
- out all the agreements, having them signed, stamped, sealed, this that and the other, with
- a permanent notary and a lawyer and God-knows-whom on hand, a whole fucking staff.
- The first deal was to import apples, as it turned out, from Seigle’s farm in Kashmir, all
- the transportation was owned by the Sikhs. And they wouldn’t let the Kashmirians ever
- move one apple down their pathway. And apples were being sold in Delhi at that time for
- a rupee each. And it cost about two piza wholesale, for the truck. So the deal was struck
- with the top Sikh of all the Sikhs, to order all the trucks to pick them up, and then the
- profit would be split. There were something like four hundred trucks doing seven trips
- with apples. And suddenly, from not having a single fucking penny in the world, at least
- as far as Michel was concerned, the two of them were millionaires.
- And all of the debts were paid, everything was absolutely fantastic, and Seigle, being so
- impressed with this whole thing, turned out to be a major landowner in Kashmir, had his
- own house in Delhi that was magnificent too, discovered that things had gone just a little
- out of hand in the Maidens and needed to be straightened up a bit, and that the two of
- them would be much more comfortable in his house, which was full of gardens of
- different kinds and peacocks and really quite an exotic and ancient, ancient thing, it was
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- one of the love palaces of the Asoka kings.
- Seigle was a sex slave. He had dedicated his entire life to black magic and fucking. And
- so he had this incredible collection of highly trained nymphs who would dance for him,
- whilst he was drunk and stoned out of his mind, and each one performing a different
- sensual activity, which she had mastered, and he would revolve them as he kind of saw fit,
- but they were all super-trained, classic Indian dancers and this classic Indian dancing
- tradition was the dance of seduction and they would fuck you as the process of the dance.
- It was absolutely remarkable.
- So they were very happy to stay in Seigle’s house, but having gotten into the flow,
- Michel was quite reluctant to stop. After all, for him, things were just beginning to get
- started and warmed up, and now it was time to go for the big bucks.
- And as it turned out, a guy call M. T. Ias Hussein, who was a very small, petite kind of
- gentleman, appeared from Calcutta with a rather alarming question. And he was part of
- this black magic cult that Seigle was a member of. Seigle, although he was an alcoholic
- drug addict who found everything amusing, was incredibly sophisticated and very well
- spoken, and had found Byron and Michel to be a fortune of amusement that had eluded
- him for many years and was going to keep it going if he possibly could. He introduced M.
- T. Ias Hussein to Byron and M. T. Ias Hussein had a story.
- His story was that there had been a test of an exchange of money of thirty-six million
- Pakistani rupees. At the time, a Pakistani rupee was two Indian rupees for one Pakistani
- rupee and there were seven rupees to a dollar. This amount had been exchanged for the
- equivalent in Indian rupees by three people, Ujal, Teksis and Mittu, all of whom emerged
- from the acting trade from the Dhaka film industry. One of them had been working with
- the governor of Calcutta, and they had struck the deal for the exchange and all three had
- disappeared and all the money had disappeared.
- This was the prelude to a bank robbery that they had staged to go ahead a few days after
- the first exchange once it had been proven that everybody was going to be honorable and
- deliver. But as these three guys had disappeared, he needed to know where they had gone.
- Seigle, being a member of this black magic cult, had filled all of the Oberoy Hotels with
- managers and head waiters, etcetera, from this cult. It’s a very secret cult, rather like the
- Masons, from a very ancient Indian tradition where they practice a particular form of
- magic where they can not only network information, but also, they’re into hyper-refined
- sexual orgies and all of them somehow happen to be quite wealthy. They have meetings,
- and get together and they perform certain things, and one of the things that they’re able to
- do is sit down and tell you exactly what’s going on if you have a problem. It’s either
- foreseeing the future, knowing what’s happening, being able to create an image of it, a
- vision, they’re all absolutely invested in this thing and they don’t talk anything about it.
- M. T. Ias Hussein was the designated head of the Mukta Bihini and the Mukti Foush who
- were the freedom fighters in Bangladesh. And they were about to stage a bank robbery, to
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- rob the Quarter Reserve Bank of East Bengal of six hundred million dollars worth of
- West Pakistani rupees, to exchange them on the Indian black market through the
- governor of Calcutta and buy guns to go fight the West Pakistanis who had invaded
- Bangladesh. And they, or Aya Khan had Sheikh Mujit in prison in West Pakistan and the
- only person left to organize this, and also the seven million refugees who had flooded
- into India who were now in the refugee camps in Calcutta, this was M. T. Ias.
- M. T. Ias had recounted what had happened with these three guys and asked if Byron
- could approach Indira Ghandi, to see whether or not these people had approached her
- through the hierarchies to buy protection, and in which case, it could be possibly revealed
- to him as to where they might be so they could be taken back to Calcutta and interrogated
- in Bangladesh.
- So this was a semi-government-to-government request through a third party first hand,
- because everybody knew that India wanted to invade Bangladesh and assume it for itself.
- Byron thought this mission was rather difficult, and told Seigle as much, but he was very
- impressed with it, and this guy M. T. Ias Hussein, and felt extremely pissed off that the
- West Pakistanis were committing the largest genocide since the Second World War,
- against its own people in such a brutal way. And when M. T. Ias described what was
- going on, Byron was so sickened he decided that he was going to go take a look, the very
- next day.
- Having quite a lot of money available, of course Michel was very quick to the tabulation
- that if these guys were found that all the moneys that they had left with them would be
- donated to the persons responsible for locating them, if indeed they were returned to
- Calcutta. Michel saw that this was quite a large sum of money, considerably more than
- had been made so far in this laborious thing, ridiculous undertaking, and had therefore
- focused very heavily and strongly on Byron to go to Calcutta with M. T. Ias.
- Byron took off with M. T. Ias Hussein to go to Calcutta. But before this had happened, he
- had a quick conversation with Seigle, who said it was insane to go to Indira Ghandi, that
- he would use the black magic network, and scout every hotel in Delhi to determine
- whether or not anybody was paying anybody, this that that and the other, to keep them
- anonymous and in hiding, and to see how far up the ladder it had gone.
- M. T. Ias had provided three photographs. And in twenty minutes, Seigle had discovered
- that they were living under assumed names in the Presidential Suite of the Oberoy
- Intercontinental Hotel. And since his team controlled all the Oberoy hotels, Seigle
- informed M. T. Ias and things were in a position to land these guys. And that they were
- desperately trying to reach higher and higher up the police chain to secure themselves,
- but their costs were very very high to buy their anonymity.
- So the recommendation was that the heist should go ahead, and since Byron had had
- OTC training in his public school, and knew something about warfare, he decided that he
- would go along with M. T. Ias and train some of the troops for the mission before the
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- mission was embarked.
- So he flies to Calcutta, goes into the heart of one of the refugee camps, and selects a team,
- of what turned out to be Mukta Bihini and Mukti Foush fighters who all had been trained
- in Sandhurst or here, there and everywhere, but were disguised as refugees. They hadn’t
- been trained in these tactics, and they hadn’t been trained in guerilla warfare, they hadn’t
- been trained in how make Molotov cocktails, this that and the other, they were just
- normal, kind of conventional troops. So training began, it lasted a week, for better or for
- worse, into Bangladesh, fighting divisions of West Pakistani mechanized troops with
- American state-of-the-art tanks and aircraft and communications, so this whole thing had
- to be staged in a very direct way. And what nobody actually knew was the objective and
- that was to rob the Quarter Reserve Bank of East Bengal of these West Pakistani rupees.
- So there had to be trucks and they had to go down the wrong way of the refugee trail, this
- was quite conspicuous, so it had to happen at night. And if any Pakistani military were
- encountered, they all had to be killed, otherwise it would become known that there was
- something going the other way.
- So Byron discovers his first encounter with banal brutality, and this galvanized his zeal to
- really push this thing through: a village that had just been raided by the West Pakistani
- troops, in their process of delivering the West Pakistani statement to the Bangladeshis,
- they had taken more than two hundred women, raped them, the young women, a lot of
- them were pregnant, and they had then set them on shafts or rammed wooden stakes up
- their rectums, and then had them staked out alongside each other, their bellies cut open
- and their living babies hung with their umbilical cords around their necks. Just as part of
- the terror campaign that had been manifested.
- This completely blew Byron’s mind, and he went into a state of cold zeal insanity and
- along with the rest of the troops who had never really seen anything remotely like this,
- managed to capture a sleeping drunken mechanized division and all of their equipment,
- and all of their munitions and everything, without firing a shot, just with the energy of
- being present with such force, these characters just kind of fell over in their post-rape
- alcoholic stupor, and they were all killed, rather like that disgusting scene in Lawrence of
- Arabia. All very close up.
- Once the weapons had changed hands, they were put to enormously good effect, and as it
- turned out, very importantly because on the radio, coming into this, were reports of
- seeking confirmation of aerial surveillance that something really weird was going on,
- thirty-something trucks were heading in, so, the report of course was given back that no,
- it was absolutely spurious, and must have been dirt on the windshield. And fortunately it
- was still the monsoon. So they managed to get within five miles of the Quarter Reserve
- Bank, before the West Pakistanis figured out what was happening. And they were
- blitzing to get there first. So they had to stage an attack on a particular place, where if you
- managed to blow up one, two or three tanks, the rest of them couldn’t get through
- because there was no way of moving them out of the way. So with some equipment that
- was harvested from the first division massacre, they managed to blow up a couple of
- tanks in the lead of the column that was gung ho to get to the Quarter Reserve Bank, and
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- it held everything back long enough for the doors of the bank to be blown open just like a
- “Kelly’s Hero” movie, in with the pallets, out with the cash, into the backs of the trucks
- and then down the refugee trail at night.
- It was more dangerous, Byron felt, to be cruising with such bundles of cash through
- starving refugees than from a rather tentative West Pakistani army that had seen an entire
- division wiped out and nobody quite understood how. So there was some suspicion that
- there was something else afoot, possibly the Indian government invading. So the West
- Pakistani army was not that gung ho to engage. All the funds arrive in Calcutta, they are
- spread into different locations, this that and the other, Byron gets on a plane straight to
- Delhi, the order is given, and it turns out that India has now decided to float nightly
- blackouts and to fly their planes low over the city to make sure everybody is keeping
- their curtains down, preparing for war. So they’ve mobilized their troops, they’ve got
- three million troops up and down the West Pakistani border. And they’ve got an
- equivalent number up and down the Bangladesh border. To get the trucks into Calcutta
- was a major undertaking, but there had to be some payments. So suddenly, West
- Pakistani rupees were hitting the market, here, there and everywhere and the word was
- out, so it was like hellfire.
- Everything was shut down and the way the money was going to be released was if Ujal,
- Teksis and Mittu were kidnapped, returned for a military trial, with the Mukta Bihini and
- Mukti Foush, to discern whether or not the rip-off had been engineered by the governor
- of Calcutta, or if it had been engineered by the three of them, because they had all been
- actors in the Dhaka film industry and they knew each other and one of them was working
- for the governor of Calcutta and the other two were representing Mukta Bihini and Mukti
- Foush. And the assumption was that it had been a rip-off and if it had been a rip-off, then
- the exchange could go ahead with the Governor of Calcutta’s people. If it wasn’t a rip-off,
- if it had been engineered, then they had to find another exchanger. And that was basically
- why the delay.
- Seigle, as bright as he was, and belonging to this black magic cult, had arranged for the
- hotel people in his group to cordon off the top floor at a particular date and he was going
- to fire the siren on the top of the hotel because the Indian air force was every night flying
- low over the city, with this blackout, and they were getting war fever-ready because India
- had drawn up troops on both the east and west side of India along the Pakistani border
- and they had mobilized more than three million troops. Things were getting increasingly
- sticky, and timing had to be quick to get this done so that if there was such a large
- exchange of cash, that the West Pakistani rupees could in fact filter back into West
- Pakistan and with all these mobilized troops on either side, things were getting difficult.
- At least that was the assumption at the time.
- Seigle had arranged for two days hence and Michel and Byron had agreed, that whatever
- money was left with these characters Ujal, Teksis and Mittu, they would be permitted to
- keep. It was several million dollars worth of rupees on both sides, and of course an
- adventure, it was agreed that Michel and Byron had to get the 1949 Hitler staff car replica
- jazzed up for a journey during which time they might not have been sufficient gasoline.
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- So all provisions etcetera had to be loaded up, all kinds of things that hadn’t been dealt
- with before, such as good tires that actually worked and proper brakes and things stuck
- on this thing and a very rapid engine overhaul so there wouldn’t be any question of
- breakdown.
- The idea was all the people in the building would be brought down to the basement for an
- air raid test. And so the siren having been fired off, everybody had been brought down,
- the top floor isolated, Ujal, Teksis and Mittu knocked out with chloroform, put into
- laundry baskets, shoved down the laundry chute, straight into the back of the vehicle and
- off it would go, seats down, and driven rapidly, a very long way, something like more
- than a thousand miles. They would stand trial, and if it was proven there was collusion,
- then an alternate exchange would be arranged with the black market, and there was a
- certain option made available that Byron and Michel could do the exchange and make
- some money there on a very large chunk of cash.
- Everything was set. The automobile is placed with some extremely capable Indian
- mechanics who guaranteed everything was going to be fine.
- At that time, there was a guy called Kevin who had come from England and was known
- to Byron quite well, he had stayed at his house during the rock and roll era. He was now
- broke in Delhi and he had asked if Byron would lend him some money or give him some
- money so he could get back to England, he had been in India for a year. So Byron agreed
- and, since there was no time in coordinating this whole program, which included Mukta
- Bihini fighters who would be available in case anything went wrong during the blackout
- period, the chloroforming and laundry chutes, and also to be a kind of escort. All had
- been disguised, one as kind of a taxi little vehicle and just in case anything went wrong.
- So came the day of reckoning. Kevin had been calling so frantically that en route to the
- pickup at the Oberoy Intercontinental, in the Luchens part of New Delhi, you have very
- very very wide avenues, and the place that he knew was the round post office and the
- round post office was kind of in the center of either of these avenues all leading up to it.
- You could shoot off directly to the Intercontinental. But it was a blackout. There was no
- moon, and no light.
- So Byron and Michel had loaded up with equipment, some of which included defensive
- equipment, and a car at that time with a dashboard full of cash, just to make sure that
- anything could be taken care of at any given moment, and a hell of a lot of fuel. So it was
- pretty heavily laden. But this vehicle had one liter in each cylinder, and it was a very
- torquie vehicle, it could move unbelievably quickly up to certain speeds and then quite
- quickly thereafter, compared to a conventional Mercedes it was faster, much bigger and
- much heavier.
- The launch was meant to be from a discreet place. So they departed from the Crown
- Hotel in Chandichowk dressed very casual, nothing fancy, inconspicuous, foreign touristtype
- look but not too up market. So all this was kind of staged rather well. Food as well
- on board, and amphetamines, cocaine, and opium, in case anybody lost stamina because
- this had to be a one-shot deal, all the way, no stopping, this that and the other. And the
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- pharmacology was reasonably well orchestrated and of course some hashish because, you
- know, everybody smoked, all the time. So it’s all mostly organized, the vehicle’s looking
- spruce and ready for business, nothing squeaking, it even had a paint job. The copperpot
- two wings had been kind of filled so it now looked tight-eared, and like a proper Raj
- automobile. And they were running late. They had to go pick up Kevin at the round post
- office and give him some cash.
- So crawling along and actually getting lost in the Luchens maze of avenues because it
- was so dark, it could not have been a darker night in Delhi, and it was hot. Finally they
- arrive at the round post office and park on the road leading to the Intercontinental, Kevin
- appears, jumps into the back of the car and alongside him is an Indian. So Michel turns to
- Kevin and asks him,
- “Who is the Indian?”
- And after Kevin insisted he was just a friend, Michel asked him again the same question
- quite sternly. He then says,
- “Get the Indian out of the car now.”
- And Kevin is then joined with another Indian who is behind Byron, the driver. And
- Michel looks at the two Indians and says,
- “Out of the car, now!”
- One Indian exited, Kevin was in the middle, from the right side of the car. And is waving
- his hands. The other Indian reaches around to grab the keys from the car around Byron’s
- neck. Michel picks up a commando knife which is a three-sided thing which can be used
- as a knuckle duster, and he hits the Indian who just tried to grab the keys, in the jaw, and
- his head spun right around, and he fell unconscious on the floor of the car. Michel says,
- “Let’s get out of here, now!”
- Byron floors the car, in all wheel drive, reverse. And the car comes racing backwards
- down the street towards the very high curb of the round post office, it’s about eighteen
- inches. It hits the curb, but en route, it’s squirming, the car’s practically out of control, as
- if it’s trying to gain traction, and bump, bump, screech, squirm and then crash, it hits the
- curb of the round post office, and from everywhere there were Indians dressed in military
- uniform, which were police uniforms, with their long staffs, smashing the windows as the
- car’s going backwards. Around from either side of the round post office, two trucks
- appear with their lights on, and they crash into either side of the then stationary Mercedes,
- because its tail is up, its front is down, and it’s on the curb, having hit the curb,
- everybody hit the roof, including this kind of limp body. Kevin is petrified, doesn’t know
- what the fuck is happening. Michel and Byron have no idea what the fuck is happening,
- but the implications in their brain of what they were about to do, led them to believe that
- there was some connection, but nobody quite understood what. So Byron turned around
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- and saw Michel, he was covered in blood, and there were people reaching through the
- broken glass in a window that was made before the invention of pellet glass, and people
- were getting cut, and he saw Michel covered in blood and screaming to get out. Byron
- put the car into all-wheel drive, first gear, gunned the engine, foot off the clutch, having
- popped the clutch, the car started to rise up the two fenders of the two trucks and of
- course, they didn’t have hand brakes, and the trucks separated just as he flicked the lights
- on and all they could see were machine guns.
- They were arrested, and taken initially to the Janpath Police Station. At the Janpath
- Police Station, Byron and Michel were interrogated. From the scene of the crime, Michel
- and Byron were shackled around the legs, around the arms, and around the neck. There
- were shackles between the legs, handcuffs behind the chain leading up to the shackle on
- the neck and then the one main chain that connects the shackles which has the metal
- piece in the loop and suspended with the shackles from the roof of the truck, in a kind of
- horizontal but really uncomfortable suspension. They were driven in agony for a couple
- of hours until they landed at the Janpath Police Station. So there was a real intimidation
- going on and unnecessary anger and fury, rage and violence. By the time they were
- deposited in the police station, they were all bleeding and covered in everything one
- could imagine.
- Kevin confessed that he had been approached by two Indians when he was sitting in a
- kind of tourist cafe/restaurant, and asked if he knew Michel and Byron, because they had
- witnessed him meeting with Byron sometime before. And they had offered him money
- because they wanted to have a connection to all of the wheels and deals that were going
- on because Byron and Michel by that time were a very newsworthy kind of phenomenon
- in New Delhi at the time. To him it seemed innocuous, so he thought he would set up this
- connection because they were going to pay him some money as well. They offered him
- quite a lot.
- There was something amiss, and shortly thereafter Michel and Byron began to understand
- what was happening. The guy who had jumped out the side of the car first, unfortunately
- ran behind the car, and the squirming and the skidding was as the car was going over his
- body, along with somebody else’s. It turned out that he was number two at the Indian
- police force. And number one at the Indian police force was Karati Lal, the person who
- Michel had hit on the jaw and his head had spun around. He was left on the floor as
- Michel and Byron were being dragged out through the glass by their hair by hysterical
- Indians with their big truncheons, long sticks with lead inside them, higher than manheight.
- By the time they got to the police station, they had been beaten to fuck, just the hysterical
- Indian police going nuts. So the temperature was getting a little hot. Then it is announced
- that the senior of the two police officers injured was going to live. His head had spun
- around but he somehow didn’t break his spinal cord and he had a very severe neck injury,
- and that was it. No word could be passed to Seigle, nobody knew what had happened,
- this whole thing was very odd, the three of them were being sequestered, and they had
- driven around for ages and ages and no lawyer, no statements, nothing was being taken.
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- And clearly this was a very strange operation.
- So the next day, having been in the police station twenty-four hours, in shackles, they are
- asking “Where’s the money?”
- They took Michel and Byron to the Crown Hotel, ransacked the whole thing, to Seigle’s
- house, ransacked the whole thing, to the Maidens Hotel, and went through everything,
- and couldn’t find the money. And every agency in Indian security had been competing
- against each other because everybody heard the rumour of this large amount of money to
- get to the cash first. And the presumption was that because M.T. Ias had been seen
- meeting and intensively with Michel and Byron, and something had leaked through
- security, Byron thought through Indira Ghandi’s security, when the question was raised,
- where these three people were, because they had been buying their protection from Karati
- Lal. But in his extortion and what not of what he was trying to get out of them, was
- where the money was. And everybody had heard that the money had landed in Calcutta,
- but nobody knew that it wasn’t already in Delhi, nobody knew that the Governor of
- Calcutta was kind of on probation before the change would happen. They knew that there
- was a problem, and also that the money was in India. That was kind of conveyed in the
- various questions that were being asked in the interrogations.
- For the next ten days, for various periods of the day and night, indistinguishable from a
- prison cell, interrogations went on, commencing late in the second day. It was suspension
- from the ceiling, sometimes upside down, sometimes just feet exposed and beating with
- the equipment, two-by-fours on the bottom of the feet, pretty much anywhere, broken ribs,
- broken feet, and clearly the decision was that they were going to keep this absolutely
- hush-hush because they were interested in the money and not what had actually
- transpired, and that they were going to do Michel and Byron in if they couldn’t produce
- these bodies after they had been beaten to this extent.
- The torture was pretty heavy. Byron managed to get out of his body, because he had been
- studying various techniques of meditation, one of them was a Gawenka technique which
- was incredibly quick and feeling somewhat sorry for the perpetrators, who were very
- nervously giving their all, there was kind of a dynamic between fear and anger that
- percolated all the time in the process so the results were more impressive than they
- needed have been. At the same time, more clumsy. Byron got rapped around the head a
- few times which was really stupid because it could crush one side of the face and he had
- turned into a cauliflower. Mostly it was the feet. Because after they get pulverized and all
- the little bones have broken, any additional assault is remarkably painful. The way it was
- worked was that they kept Byron and Michel separated. There was never anything heard
- from Kevin but they would interrogate Byron during the screams emerging from
- Michel’s cell, which would go on for hours. But Michel was so absolutely resistant,
- defiant in the most outrageous way, even in excruciating pain.
- “Fuck you, fuck off you stupid fucking wogs!”
- So the more they beat him, the more this pain and anger emitted from his mouth. Byron
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- got away in the long run with his feet pulverized beyond recognition. But by the third day,
- they thought they were going to kill him, because he was silent, absolutely no motion, no
- response, no nothing. So then the perpetrators became anxious, worried that they might
- be somehow found parties to a murder of a foreigner, and a very well-known foreigner at
- that. By this time they were getting a little nervous, but with the defiance that Michel was
- putting out on a constant basis, it was an invitation for additional assaults. As it turned
- out, Byron got by far the worst of it in the beginning, because it was he who was seen as
- the person with M.T. Ias Hussein, and also he was the driver that ran over Number Two
- of the Indian police force, and totally crippled him for life. So it was a kind of vengeance
- thing in the beginning, and the breaking of the bones was not necessary in order to extract
- information if they were going to achieve it, and they are very efficient at doing this.
- They also became persuaded, as information was spreading like wildfire throughout India,
- that the money was not in Delhi, so they had to create charges, formally, and arraign the
- characters. But they decided they wouldn’t do that.
- After the tenth day of being moved from police station to police station to police station,
- they were transported to Tiha Central Jail in New Delhi. They arrived and were stuck into
- C Class jail. That is, a hundred and twenty people in a room ten meters by seven meters,
- with bars on the roof, and in the front, and three walls and a floor. At nighttime, the
- temperature came down to about 120 degrees. Food consisted of what you could get from
- the bars if you happened to be in the right part of the circle because people had to keep
- moving. They couldn’t stay still. Those who did stay still flopped on the floor in the
- center and as the bodies mounted, they either struggled to get out, or they died. The dal,
- which was half a cup of dal, half a chipati, and some water, had to be eaten as they were
- going past the bars and then they were back in circulation. Shitting and pissing was just
- anywhere on the floor, and the stench was beyond comprehension.
- Michel got not only and instinct but knew that foreigners were meant to be kept in B
- Class jail, or in house arrest, and therefore the idea was that Michel and Byron would die,
- especially sustaining the kind of torture that they had, under these circumstances because
- of sheer exhaustion, because at the end of these ten days they had been deprived of sleep
- entirely. And this was one way to certify that they were arrested and taken to jail and then
- they died in jail. And then they could say,
- “Hey, who knows what happened? Under crowded circumstances...”
- Every day they kept on injecting some rather healthy, beefy-looking low life into the mix,
- who was always pushing and shoving either to get to Byron or Michel. And he always
- got his food, but he also was trying constantly to find an aggressive intercourse with
- Michel in the beginning and to invoke the anger and focus of anger of all those in the cell
- towards Michel and hence there were lots of fights that were incredibly physical. Byron
- couldn’t walk, so it was as much as he could do to get around, but still, the two of them
- had to fight like crazy pretty much half the time in this intense, insane fucking shit hole,
- with infection in every different kind, going berserk hence looking like cauliflowers.
- Byron had no choice but to stand, otherwise face a fifty-fifty chance of survival in the
- middle. And also, all of Byron’s ribs were broken and blood was coming out of his mouth,
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- so obviously one of them had gone into the lung, or definitely within the chest cavity.
- Things were looking pretty morbid.
- The guards, who were Sikh guards, decided that they would open the door and retrieve
- one of these characters that they had stuck in. In a particularly gruesome fight, Michel
- had managed to really damage five people with Byron’s help; one of them lost an eye.
- The guy who had been stuck in as the agitator suffered a cracked skull and broken arm.
- So clearly at this point it was evident that the agitator was part of the setup. But they had
- the door open, and Michel, being very astute and extremely fast, managed to walk,
- literally, on the heads of the morass and jump from the bodies straight for the door as it
- was being slammed shut, but he managed to grab the top knot of the Sikh’s hair, and they
- never cut their hair, and as the hair opened up, he wrapped it around his hands, pulled the
- guy’s head to the bars, grabbed his rifle, a Leinfield 303, and stuck it right in his head
- from behind, and was screaming at Byron to grab the fucking keys, which of course were
- in this big, circular deal what-not with a whole bunch of keys, so he grabbed the keys and
- opened the door.
- Michel wrapped the hair of this Sikh around the gun and marched him with Byron trying
- to follow, out of the cell, and across the courtyard, which is surveyed by four towers with
- machine guns, towards what was B Class jail. By that time, Byron and Michel had
- understood the layout of Tiha Central from the little intel, prison gossip. But Byron
- couldn’t make it, he fell over, he couldn’t walk. And it was midday. The temperature, you
- couldn’t even begin to imagine, so Michel reorients the very massive Sikh guy, who was
- shitting himself, every two or three steps, Michel would whack him in the side, kick him
- in the balls, really aggressive until he fully understood that his life was at the end of this
- hair-trigger madman. Michel picks up Byron, puts him on his shoulder, with this
- character, and marches the guy off to B Class. The door is opened.
- What was very apparent was a lot of buzzing, from what looked to be a kind of
- surveillance place behind bars, lots of people who were not in prison. And this was very
- much noted, it was very frenetic, they were all forcibly gotten out of view, but there
- people screaming,
- “I’m a lawyer! I’m a lawyer!”
- “We’ve seen you! We know you’re here! Who are you!”
- So Michel was screaming out, identifying himself and Byron, and that they had been
- arrested falsely, no charges, and so on. As the exiting scum lawyers, which were
- marshaled out, suddenly, for the first time, people knew that they were in prison, and
- where, and also that they were marching to B Class jail. There was an insurrection of
- course because half the people from the cell are out and going crazy, and the whole thing
- has turned into a carnival.
- At the gate of B Class, the door is opened, the gun is broken and thrown away and the big
- Sikh jailer runs off, urine down his trousers, and heading away from this situation.
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- B Class jail turns out to be paradise. Everybody’s got his own little house, and there’s a
- servant, there’s always a low-class person who is in the jail forever who makes himself
- available for a small amount of money, you get a loaf of bread a day, two eggs, and so
- this was time to relax.
- Immediately, Michel is on the case -- What happened to Seigle? How can they break out
- of the jail to complete the mission, what to do, what to do, what to do.
- This went on for about three weeks. There was a guy in the jail who was an unbelievable
- masseuse who fixed Byron’s feet, very very gently every day in hot water, and massaging,
- and pulling it back, and at the end of three weeks, they were looking semi-civilized. The
- guy who was doing this had been in the jail for a long, long time, thirty years, he thought,
- because he had absconded with his true love who happened to be underage and not
- approved from a different sect and he ended up in prison, and he didn’t even know if he
- was legally allowed to get out of the jail but he had found a way of living in there and
- being a servant and so on and so forth, and he really didn’t know where to go or what to
- do so...
- In the jail of course they had opium, and hashish and God-knows-what-else to smoke,
- and big sunflowers, and flowers, and a tropical kind of garden affair, it was quite
- interesting and quite pleasant, and then it became apparent why the jail was so
- overcrowded.
- The Indian government had invaded the Sikh godwara in Chandichowk, and instead of
- the Sikhs fighting against the Indian army, they volunteered en masse to go to prison, so
- all of them were in B Class jail. And all of them were very interested in Mr. Michel sam
- and Mr. Byron sam, and very famous people, and my God, what to do and, very nice
- party and I know somebody who knows somebody who knows somebody else who went
- to your party and you are very close with very important people in our Sikh community,
- and how can we help you, and...
- So they arranged to speak with this low life lawyer called Mr. Korana. Mr. Korana was
- meant to go and approach the court and ask where the charges were, etcetera etcetera,
- which he did, very quickly. And a couple of days later, Michel and Byron were again
- shackled and taken to the processing cage, which is a long kind of series of hallways of
- bars and taking hours and hours and hours, in the midday sun, to get through, and they
- decided that they would bring this servant guy out of jail. They found out that he could
- leave whenever he wanted really. So he was being processed as well to exit, and Michel
- and Byron were to be taken for arraignment at the court and official charges preferred.
- There was still enormous hostility and aggression targeting the two of them and as a
- demonstration of what was to come, they order two of the beefiest guards to climb up to
- the top of the railings in these narrow corridors, and they ordered the servant to bend over
- and grab his ankles, and they both dropped together on his back and broke his back, and
- forced him to crawl with a broken back until he got outside of the prison, just as a spiteful
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- statement to Michel and Byron.
- Basically this whole setup and processing procedure was made to take a very long time
- so this demonstration of spite could be executed, and lo and behold, Michel and Byron
- are thrown into a police bus, a jail bus. They are the only people there. They are in
- shackles, this time, chains around the hands but not behind the back. And inside the van
- are fifteen of the most aggressive wardens from Tiha Central Jail, one of whom was the
- Sikh who had pissed himself and lost face.
- The moment this thing took off from the jail, they began their attack with sticks and
- batons and God-knows-what-else, and it was become insufferable, impossible to manage,
- even though both of them were fighting back like crazy. Until finally, Byron got hold of
- one of the batons, and started fighting back at the leg level, getting them down on the
- ground.
- They arrived at the court at Janpath, which is the beginning of the Luchens part of Delhi,
- again covered in blood, all the clothes that had been washed clean and white for the
- appearance were now covered in blood and everything. But by the time the bus arrived,
- there were fifteen jailors either unconscious or broken but lying on the ground in a heap,
- and Michel and Byron, absolutely fucking victorious getting out of this fucking truck,
- kicking the bodies out of the way, in fact the shackles had proven to have been extremely
- useful instruments, especially in this kind of strangulation process, and hitting with two
- hands. They hadn’t anticipated this kind of response, and being Indians, they were all
- cowards, so by the time a couple of them capitulated, the rest were trying to beg for calm
- and neither Byron nor Michel were interested in the slightest in letting any of them live.
- And at this point they didn’t care if they killed them all.
- They walk into the court for the hearing for the preference of charges, and the police
- prosecutor is there, and he announces twenty-two charges against the two of them, but
- twenty-four against Byron. The charges against Byron were being a spy during time of
- war, operating a covert army on Indian territory, smuggling guns, attempted murder of
- the chief of the Indian police force, grievous bodily harm to three of his subordinate
- officers, one of whom will never walk again, the Number Two of the Indian police force,
- possession of drugs, bla bla bla, it just went on, dangerous driving, etcetera, damage to
- police equipment, a whole list of everything, every single possible thing that they could
- throw at them.
- So in the back of the court are some familiar faces. And this very smug little Mr. Korana
- with a smile from ear to ear, a sleazy guy signing up as the official lawyer and bla bla bla.
- So the judge, a very areodyte Indian, no nonsense, very straight, took a look at the
- condition of Michel and Byron, and asked if they had been well treated. And Michel
- looked up at the judge, and said,
- “Well, aside from the fact that there’s been three weeks in incarceration and no offer to
- speak to a lawyer, everything’s quite all right. One could have looked at grievous bodily
- harm and attempted murder and so on as normal Indian fare.”
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- And the judge was furious, and he looked at the police prosecutor and said,
- “These two gentlemen are presumed innocent until proven guilty. And I never want to
- see anybody appear in this court in this condition again.”
- And the police prosecutor was kind of confused, because they usually collude together,
- and he became nervous, and the head of the police became nervous, and everybody who
- was there was suddenly alarmed. And the judge recited all the charges. And he said,
- “Yes, these are rather severe charges, and we’re going to have to post bail at a very high
- number.” Whereupon there was immediate protest from the prosecution.
- So they had taken all the money, bla bla bla, so there was the question as to how was bail
- to be paid. And then it was stated that according to Indian law, bail could only be paid by
- an Indian with fixed assets.
- So from the back of the court, a little voice kind of perked up, a bit drunk, a said, “I post
- bail.” And bail was set at eighty thousand dollars, each person, the heaviest bail that had
- ever been charged, and these were the heaviest charges ever preferred against foreigners
- since the independence of India. And of course the bail had to match. And this little voice
- was Seigle. Seigle was present at the court hearing and he posted bail by mortgaging his
- farms in Kashmir. And then Seigle perked up and said,
- “Well what about the car? How are they going to drive around? You can’t arrest the car.”
- And it seemed so ridiculous at the time. So Seigle insisted that the car be returned. And
- the judge spontaneously said, “Very well.” And increased the bail by something like a
- thousand rupees to get the car as well, which was nothing. He used a term, “Jamatalasi.”
- Jamatalasi meant everything that was in the car, the whole car, and everything. All of the
- possessions had to be returned. As it turned out, Michel’s passport and Byron’s passport
- were in a bag in the car. And although they had dismantled the car and found spaces in it
- where guns could be smuggled so they made all this bla bla bla about all that, they had
- itemized everything, and it had all to be put back in the car under this term jamatalasi. So
- by an enormous fluke of extreme Indian police incompetence, they returned the
- documents that were inside this bag, in the car.
- So bail having been set, shackles were removed, the court hearing was over and there was
- no fixed date for a trial. The police begged for time to put their case together, bla bla bla,
- and the lawyer, the little street lawyer, was saying “No! We must have the trial very
- soon!” Anyway, it was a joke.
- Michel And Byron are now out on bail. This was a remarkable transformation, and Seigle
- immediately moved them back into his house, and told the story as to what had happened.
- He had fired the sirens, locked up the guys in the laundry baskets, sent them down the
- laundry chute, and nobody appeared. They were unconscious, and they didn’t know what
- to do with them. They were in the laundry baskets, still strapped in. So they knew that
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- they were going to wake up, so they were spraying chloroform into their faces through
- the laundry baskets, not knowing really how much they should give them, and the Mukta
- Bihini drove them out into the middle of the countryside, kept them completely
- unconscious, took them out of the baskets, and left them in completely different places a
- hundred miles outside of Delhi, and deserted them, left them unconscious. So they kept
- them out for a long time, it was a pretty dangerous thing to do, it was unclear as to what
- really happened, as they never resurfaced again. But, they did get their money. And there
- was much more money left than anybody had thought. So since there had been a failure
- and they could never be taken to be tried, the presumption was that the Governor of
- Calcutta was true blue, that they wanted Michel or Byron to go do the negotiation for the
- transfer of the money etcetera, so it was very good that they had their passports.
- Much to everybody’s chagrin, the day after their release, there was one word in red on the
- front of all of the Indian newspapers. WAR. Pakistan and India went to war.
- So nothing could happen until the war was finished and so everything was on ice.
- Byron and Michel, living with Seigle, decide that they have to take some of this money
- which was given to them by Seigle, and return the rest of it to M.T. Ias, in good faith,
- because having completed the mission, and to start the program of regenerating the
- parties, and the flow to make money, during which time, Karati Lal made himself present.
- He appeared at Seigle’s house, shortly after the issue, and made it known that he had a
- couple of mafia guys, Sam Biriani and Kishul, and these two guys were handling a lot of
- the rip-offs of travelers cheques and cash from foreigners, using people like Kevin. They
- made an offer to Kevin to come and work for them so that he would go and befriend a
- foreigner, say his uncle’s got a much better rate in the bank, he can take them into the
- bank, and then walk out the other side with signed traveler’s cheques and rip them off.
- The same thing with passports. And he also made it very clear that they were going to
- stick with the charges, and they were going to be reduced if they received payments, so
- on and so forth, this could all be handled in a commercial way. But he gave a very severe
- indication that it was not going to be cheap.
- So, not trusting the judicial system in India, Michel immediately thought, “Okay, well
- let’s pay off these fuckers and get this thing done in the right way, get the charges
- dropped.” And at the same time, a parallel program was being considered to get some
- serious lawyers to look at the case to see if it could be quashed, so Michel had to contact
- his father, who was the Lord Chief Justice of Great Britain. And likewise, Byron had to
- contact his.
- Well, it’s wartime, and there’s a blackout every day, and the blackout continued, and
- instead of flying the planes across the town, on the horizon, if you went up to the top of a
- tall building in Delhi you could see the shooting on the front, it was the whole, entire
- west of India. The front line was apparent, it was glowing. War was afoot, people were
- getting killed, en masse and it was a major, major war. So there’s a kind of tension in the
- atmosphere, also a kind of moment of, under these circumstances, extraordinary things
- become kind of normal. There’s an optimism as well as a concern, the two seem to run
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- parallel.
- And so, Michel and Byron start congregating every day as they used to do at a coffee
- shop, and working out all of the different procedures and the different channels, they
- were going to use to get this and that and the other done. And they basically had it set up.
- They would use the Kishul-Biriani vehicle to pay off Karati Lal, and hopefully get it
- squashed. They were very pissed off that Kevin had volunteered to join this cheque ripoff
- scenario, but that kind of kept him away, they sent him to Bombay very quickly. And
- both Byron and Michel were somewhat sympathetic towards Kevin, on the other hand, he
- had been the screw in the works that had fucked up the big deal so he wasn’t very popular
- with them either. And they kept enough money from this first installment that had been
- retrieved by Seigle, to pay off Seigle, any costs that he may have incurred because Seigle
- had the money when he put up his farms. So he was compensated royally.
- And he was very enthusiastic about the next party, that Michel and Byron get back to the
- social business, because this was where he got his thrill. And since Seigle, in his decadent
- universe, in this very beautiful place that he lived, was serviced by these unbelievably
- beautiful women who had perfected the art of fucking to such a degree that it was part of
- a ballet dance. They were ballet dancers that danced erotic and evocative sensual dancing,
- and would actually fuck you. There was a whole kind of seduction thing but they did it en
- masse. So five or six or ten or fifteen of them would all play a role in the seduction of one
- person, or many. And they were beautiful looking girls. And it was Seigle who was their
- sponsor.
- Seigle thought that Michel and Byron should include something more outrageous at
- another party because he understood very clearly that from the initial kind of posturing of
- Michel...
- Seigle’s girls came from not another cult, but from a school which is an ancient tradition
- of seduction, sex, they practice pussy movement, dance and elegant portrayal of their
- own sensuality, they strip extremely beautifully and they’re all incredibly good looking
- women, ranging in ages from about forty to sixteen. All of them have a very particular
- dance kind of costume, made of a very fine silky shimmery mesh, but extremely
- expensive, which is see-through so you can basically see through the layers what’s
- underneath but as each layer comes off you can see it more clearly it’s as if it’s coming in
- focus. As they remove their clothing, they’re always approaching their target in a very
- specific way, and by the time they undress the target and mount him, it’s all part of the
- procedure, it’s part of the dance.
- And they’re all barefooted, with Bombay mango breasts, they pluck their pussy hair, they
- are completely naked, you only see the lips of the pussies, and nothing hanging down, the
- pussy is something that is really, extremely well-managed. They have unbelievable pussy
- control as part of their technique and training, and they can sit on you and just maneuver
- their pussy muscles, without any other movement, and bring you to climax. That’s one
- particular technique. They are just extremely professional hookers and they do this in a
- kind of geisha-type manner so it’s very impersonal in a way, but very warm and much
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- much nicer than this whole concept of geisha; and very in a way surprising, you wouldn’t
- imagine that they would go the whole way because it’s such an extraordinary dance, it’s
- very professional and you would perceive this as a performance. So Seigle thought this
- would be very interesting to incorporate in the next social gathering.
- Picking up the pieces, this time, all the money that had been stolen by Karati Lal, he
- thought that was the end of their money. However, he didn’t know, as it turned out, who
- had esconded, and didn’t automatically presume in the cross-current of information that
- any of the money that they had on them had filtered back to the lads, so he was beginning
- to put pressure, he wanted them to start doing illegal gold, deals, running his mafia whatnot,
- and they resisted, but had to be kind of nice to him, so they spent some time with
- Kishul and Sam Biriani, and listened to what they were saying, and then came a problem.
- In the process of this organization, everything was kind of upbeat, but Michel’s English
- passport was running out of time and had to be renewed. And a passport was a very
- important thing to have at that time, in case the shit hit the fan, finally, to escape.
- Contacts had been established with the Princess of Nagaland, Tiala Massan, who was a
- close friend of Byron’s, and the Princess of Bhutan, Premala, they hung out together, they
- were kind of like jet-set, crown jewel-bearing royals who liked to fuck and at that
- particular moment in history, Michel had been introduced to Tiala and they were hitting it
- off like crazy, fucking in every different spot from here to kingdom come, she was a wild
- Naga princess, and Premala was a little more dainty.
- Michel and Byron were communicating this entire story in a saga that was written down
- in a kind of cartoon poetry. Michel was in incredible graphic artist, so he would do the
- illustration, and each of the protagonists who Michel and Byron wanted to keep under
- wraps was given an animal, and this particular animal, tigger and whomever else, these
- animals were drawn communicating with each other with these words underneath, and
- there were so many different channels being approached to this freedom program, as well
- as all of the different deals that were going on, and they had gone into the habit of doing
- this every day because it became too intense to discuss it openly between Michel and
- Byron. It was just such an enormous undertaking to keep track of every different thing
- that they were doing.
- It seemed like a more appropriate way to discuss things, especially when they came to
- disagreement.
- Michel, very early on in the game, submitted his passport to the British Embassy for
- renewal and it was rejected. It took about ten days for him to realize that something was
- going wrong. So he got his passport back, but the British government decided that they
- didn’t want to renew it this time, possibly, unless he went to England. But they put up a
- snow job, it was very strange.
- As it turned out, in the party circuit, there was this incredibly beautiful girl called Felicity
- with very big tits, seventeen years old, and Byron had the hots for her. A real party girl, a
- Libra. So the party girl had been targeted because her father was the chief spy at the
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- British High Commission New Delhi, the Third Secretary, and she was at the front desk
- at the embassy, dealing with passports and visas and things like that. So Byron decides to
- use his charms and invite her to dinner, and then to the country, and to Armurra, and very
- shortly she had fallen head over heels in love with him, but she had a lot of admirers, and
- she had been sought after by everybody, and she had been quite generous with her favors
- up until this particular moment. There was a lot of male friction surrounding this woman
- who was clearly enjoying it all, but in a way she was very innocent.
- The story with this girl is a unique, particular channel. She had had a boyfriend who was
- quite an interesting guy, an Indian writer and very very sweet man, very good-looking.
- He and the girl and Byron were all getting together in different gatherings, different
- parties, so there was a constant flow of these upper echelon Indians, including Shmial
- Rawli whose father was the general in charge of the East Indian Army forces, and a lot of
- players in this game. And of course there were all the foreign diplomats, the spies, and
- the weirdos, and some of the upper echelon hippies, a very big kind of party mix, two- or
- three hundred people in Delhi and a couple of hundred more in Bombay, not so much in
- Calcutta, it was very much a Bombay-Delhi type of Beijing-Shanghai type thing.
- A few days before the seduction program was implemented, this girl’s boyfriend had told
- her he would come and pick her up; and he was riding on his motorcycle and he was
- killed, he had hit a car -- dead. But she had experienced him arriving in her home. She
- went to open the door and there was nobody there. And she felt this eerie sensation and
- got on the telephone, and discovered that he had been killed, and she was rather freaked
- out by this.
- And she had decided to attend the ceremony, of the burning of the body, and then the
- scattering of the bones, and she kept some of his ashes. And she felt that she had been
- haunted by this person. And she felt rather guilty of all of her sensual transgressions
- which weren’t multiple but there had been a number of them. She was not a virgin and so
- she had just discovered an orgasm, and was exploring all this because these were the free
- love days and she had a lot of catching up to do, from her English public girl’s school
- upbringing.
- So she had invited Byron to go pick her up at her family home at around seven o’clock in
- the evening. And he arrived with Michel, and she invited them in. And he would look at
- her, and she would start sitting on things that were higher and higher up, like first of all a
- chair, then the corner of the sofa, and then finally on the top of a wardrobe. She was very
- attuned to the notion that Byron was going to make a move. Michel had evacuated to the
- party at around nine o’clock because this kind of dance was going on, a lot as the story
- was being recounted as to why the two of them weren’t so terrible after all, there may
- have been a lot of publicity but they were real people, and this whole thing was a setup
- and so on and so forth, and she was becoming really nervous. She said,
- “There’s more to this story than you know. My girlfriend’s father is in charge of
- communications and all of the secret communications you were transmitting because of
- the war situation via the embassy radio, and he being the embassy radio operator, were
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- not being sent. None of them had been sent.”
- At that time, the British foreign office had stepped into the game, and on the telephone,
- Byron had called his father, and his father said,
- “Listen. Don’t let them know you have any access to money. Go back to prison. Keep
- Br’er Rabbit’s advice. Keep your head down and follow through because as this war
- progresses, they’re going to have to release all foreigners and repatriate them under the
- treaty and that is the expedient thing to do.” And he hung up the phone.
- Byron’s father was pretty sophisticated and had a very senior career in the early British
- Intelligence which was essentially military intelligence, and clearly would have known
- everything about Felicity’s father, who he was, etcetera etcetera, and had an ear to the
- ground as to what was really going on. Byron’s father and mother were now living
- separately. They weren’t divorced but Byron’s father was in Scotland and his mother was
- in London. So when he called his mother, thinking it would be a good idea for some
- communication and for some backup cash in case some things went wrong, she was very
- odd on the telephone. She said,
- “Listen, you’re making a big drama about all of this. You’ve only been arrested for drugs
- and why don’t you go plead guilty and get off? Don’t do this anymore, what is this big
- drama?” Bla bla bla bla bla...
- And she said she was in constant contact with the foreign office and they’d even sent a
- gentleman whose name was the same as Byron’s father’s to talk to her and to modify her
- and to keep her calm.
- And Byron was saying,
- “What the fuck are you talking about? Don’t you read the newspapers?”
- “Oh, don’t create drama, we heard that you were running around, making these big
- stories. Just stay calm.”
- Michel had talked to his father on the telephone, who was much more forthcoming than
- the first communication. That was that he would set up liaison and find the three top
- Indian lawyers, Anandas, Gupta, and Saga, the Perry Masons of India. He did this
- through the Masons, which he thought was a trustable channel because everything else
- could have been corrupted one way or another.
- So Byron, in the middle of all this, thought to himself, Shalvanka, the Indian ambassador
- to Moscow and Vietnam. He should write him a letter because of this strange story about
- communications.
- Felicity had just revealed that these communications that were meant to be sent secretly
- via scrambled radio from the embassy, were not being transmitted, which was telling the
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- whole saga as to what was going on, seeking assistance, both to Byron’s father and to
- Michel’s father. So Michel was kind of spooked by this, there was something odd going
- on, the passport thing, etcetera. And Felicity was moving further and further away, until
- finally Byron got up and grabbed her and kissed her, and she melted into nothing and
- made love with him in her parent’s house in the living room spontaneously and very
- dangerously not long before dinner. She afterwards promptly got dressed, grabbed him by
- the hand and they ran out of the house to go to the party. No condoms, no pill, nothing,
- and she clearly enjoyed herself a lot, and Byron knew he had the fix in.
- The very next day, she and her girlfriend decided that they didn’t know what was going
- on, she was in love with Byron and the other one kind of fancied Michel, and it was very
- topical, they were the party boys, they were going to get in there somehow and do their
- bit. Felicity went looking for Michel’s passport and couldn’t find it in the embassy
- anywhere, so she issued him a new one without any support, had it stamped, etcetera
- etcetera, with all the data that was correct, and brought it to Byron as a present the next
- day.
- And she confronted her father as to why none of this communication was being delivered,
- and he was absolutely outraged and wouldn’t speak to her, etcetera etcetera, and there
- was a big argument, and finally she started talking to the mother, who was very frustrated
- that her husband was never promoted to ambassador. And Felicity had discovered from
- Byron that the status of First Secretary was also the Chief Intelligence Officer of the
- embassy. The mother being rather socially conscious, and the person with the money,
- decided to nail the husband, who was drinking a bottle of gin a day, maybe two, he was
- an alcoholic. At dinner, she confronted him with the question.
- “Is it true that you’re a spy?”
- Whereupon he nearly vomited over dinner and turned bright purple and stormed out in a
- half. And being drunk, Felicity noted that his red briefcase has been left in his study as he
- left the house. And she broke into it, and there she found all the transcripts of the
- communication, and Michel’s original passport. So she stole them and gave them back,
- and demonstrated clearly that it was her father who had been obstructing this process and
- there was something therefore definitely from Whitehall that was insuring that none of
- this communication or that none of this information would leak.
- So Felicity is now having a mad affair with Byron, and Byron is actually totally into it,
- and practically has forgotten the blonde bombshell who is in Denmark with all the 20,000
- some-odd photographs, all the film being developed by her father, the head of Kodak
- there.
- A schism in the Felicity family has been effected, she refuses to stop seeing Byron, her
- father is getting totally freaked out, and knows that the daughter has broken security for
- him, very dangerous, the mother is threatening to report him as an alcoholic, and then
- because he’s never been made ambassador, and the whole thing was falling right into
- Michel and Byron’s laps in the most perfect way. But now they know that there ain’t no
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- support from the British Embassy, very strange stuff from the foreign office,
- communications really shut down, they’re being serviced and Byron’s mother is saying,
- “No, no, don’t talk on the telephone, you know how telephones are...” and when this
- character is coming from the foreign office every day and talking to her and so on.
- Time goes by preparing for the next great party. In the meantime, business is happening,
- this one that one, and round the clock, but it’s pretty intense, every day, there’s a new
- revelation in the Indian press, mentioning spies, the police are announcing different
- things that they’ve done, and things that they found, and that the charges are not going to
- be dropped, and they hired Anandas, Gupta and Saga, the top law firm in India, and this
- is all now amplified.
- Michel and Byron were still living in the ancient Asoka king’s palace of sorts, which was
- Seigle’s house. It was very very beautiful but kind of run down, at the heel, Seigle was
- now an alcoholic and it was ancient, part of his family inheritance, but with all the
- servants and was an extremely posh place to invite someone to come. So anybody that
- would want to do business would come there. And it was all done very much in the old
- Raj way, with the handshake as the deal, and these things were happening from all sides
- of India, from abroad and so on. Michel had this genius brain, and knew this one needed
- that one to get there, and they’d be brought together, and everybody would always pay.
- And they would happen very fast, and they were very simple business things, unlike
- today’s kind of universe of complexity. People wanted to make business and there were
- very rich Indian families, and Indian industrial families like the Billahs that could do this
- that and the other, and they produced this that and the other and there was some character
- elsewhere that would want something and they’d be put together. And because it was the
- kind of the circle of social what-not, there was a lot of social competition to get to know
- this that and the other, and of course this great excitement about the charges being
- preferred and there was polarization for and against by certain very clear-cut political
- lines, the Governor of Calcutta making objection that this was all a farce put out by
- someone, he was to do the exchange. And he being communist, and the whole thing was
- being polarized in every which way one could imagine. So a lot of people, those being
- ambitious commercial people, would approach Michel and Byron for the contact to this
- one, that one and the other one who they knew Michel and Byron knew. So most of the
- business was being done domestically with an ambitious unconnected, up-and-coming
- would-be, and people were willing to pay and the money was circulating. It wasn’t vast
- amounts of money, fifty, sixty grand, two hundred grand, this that and the other but it was
- happening all the time nonstop. And they had to generate money to pay off this fucking
- Karati Lal and cover all the bases, etcetera etcetera.
- The next party, which was staged to reinvest into the aura something to compete with this
- black shadow that had been kind of cast by the arrests, and to bring it back to its height
- again and to be a real killer. So Michel and Byron initially anticipated doing this at
- Seigle’s house, which would have been a great place to do it, but not flashy enough. It
- would have been really fabulous for blue blood Europeans if they were the people
- coming, but this had to impress across the board. So something new and flashy was
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- needed, hence Bicky Oberoy’s house was chosen. And Bicky had just built this enormous
- house, he had a garage with two hundred cars, each one an antique, and which had been
- refurbished to the original, there were Maharajas and such, incredibly exotic gardens, and
- he was willing to sponsor some of the costs as he had done before at the previous
- escapade.
- So again the party was, all of them, the Maharajas and such and everybody coming so it
- was kind of a big event and then some serious Americans, some serious Euros, and some
- royals, and it was staged perfectly, but with the come-fuck-me girls and the dance routine,
- and phenomenal music and a great setup for sound. Incredibly dramatic lighting, mostly
- with flames, throughout the entire grounds and enormous dinner, basically a dinner-dance,
- and much more formal than the first one, and at the same time, much more oriented for
- the specific reason, and that was to make money. In the beginning, the first one was just
- happening, all on the posturing of Michel. And nobody knowing where it was going to
- land up, and everybody was so stoned all the time, leading up to that particular moment,
- but if it happened it was fine, if it didn’t so what, it just happened to all click together and
- synergize. This one was a studied program. There were formal invitations sent out, bla
- bla bla bla bla.
- Again, everybody who was invited RSVP’d. And then it was on. Michel had very
- specific notions as to what kind of business was going to be transacted including political
- business, and the embassy people, the ambassadors, their wives, it was just going to be a
- fucking shocker, because nobody knew about the girls who were going to come fuck
- them and at a certain point, Michel was seriously contemplating spiking all of the
- champagne glasses with LSD. LSD in liquid form that would be dropped into the bottom
- of every single glass just to make sure this was going to be a rockout. The big cakes that
- were cut into little pieces, all of them had hashish, just as a gesture, which was something
- repeated hereafter, after the end of the first end.
- The party was so lavish, and so well-catered, and with all of Seigle’s administration of all
- of the different kinds of waiters and Maitre D’s , and God-knows-what, and it was really
- well-done in an Indian sense, and everyone was dressed in the perfect uniforms with the
- turbans and incredibly gracious affair to which half the world showed up. Again,
- discreetly, as this was happening in India, where everybody knew it could be extremely
- wild but Delhi’s diplomatic communication was like Vienna. Everybody would talk to
- everybody because nobody would believe a word anybody was saying but it was kind of
- like the central gossip of Asia where things could be communicated.
- It was wild, mad, there were lots of elephants at this party and an unbelievable number of
- women, and everybody looking extremely glamorous, everybody blitzed out of their
- brains, it lasted three days, again. It ended up as one mad sexual orgy, Bicky Oberoy’s
- wife trying everything she knew how to persuade Felicity to sample one-on-one girl sex.
- She was either trying to get her to fuck a girl in front of her, or for her to fuck her at the
- same time. It was just incredible extravagance at every level that you could not possibly
- imagine.
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- You could not exceed the reality by stretching it in every way. It was a detailed party,
- sponsored by somebody who owned the largest hotel chain in India, a very socially
- ambitious guy at the time. Organized by Seigle who ran all of this stuff in an elegant way,
- basically with his eyes closed, it was very easy for him, and it was very easy to do this.
- They only thing they didn’t have that Michel and Byron had was the guest list. And that
- drew everybody, and one, on top of the other, on top of the other, and then the
- percolating information flow, so the party happened. In fact, this one cost a lost of money.
- There were three days of debauchery and psychedelics and coke and opium and all of
- which was being served in lavish style, in a free-for-all, and eight ounce jars of crystal
- coke were poured into these very very beautiful silver dishes and there were hundreds of
- them all over the place. Everybody was gazonked up to gazunky. There were these nubile
- boys, all oiled with their little kind of diapers on Indian style, walking around with a
- coconut flame and making the opium pipes for whomever, and it was just total and utter
- mayhem, but in such elegance. And there were people getting lost, and people being
- found, people fucking all over the place, and by the second day they were coming back
- for more, there were people with eyes opened wide with pupils the size of their heads,
- and things were becoming again, never out of control, never any theft, everything was
- cleaned up afterwards so the next day it didn’t look like Dresden after the bombing,
- which it could easily have done, everything was cleaned and mopped up and the servants
- were running around and taking care of everybody’s little needs, if they needed a car or
- this and that. It was just nonstop, it just went on and on, and they had to extend the
- program from the second day, because they hadn’t planned a third day so they had to
- circulate information to everybody and where they were staying and when they would
- come back, and such, it was kind of like a long wedding weekend.
- And at the end of this, Michel thought it was enough of the party. It was even too much
- to consider making any more money, time for a holiday.
- Felicity was working the embassy and couldn’t leave, so Premala, the Princess of Bhutan,
- had a strong bounce for Byron, since Tiala had migrated in view of Felicity to Michel,
- thought it was her turn. The idea was that this would be a real holiday for a couple of
- months, and during which time, Anandas, Gupta and Saga, who were constantly
- pressuring Michel and Byron to plead guilty. They would handle anything that came up
- with the cause, and if there was any way of communicating, and the idea was they were
- going to go to Goa, where Byron had a house. And so Premala and Tiala appear, the day
- before the departure date they had flown in from wherever they were. Tiala had been
- zipping around with Michel, so they appear really unbelievably overstocked for a holiday.
- And between the two of them, about fifteen suitcases and a lot of retinue.
- Felicity was extremely sad that she was not going to be invited, and couldn’t join anyway,
- but she had done her bit and she was incredibly popular. And there was this one
- American character who was doing everything in the world to seduce her so Byron
- thought it was okay, she had served her purpose, and she was a friend now anyway as
- well as a lover but he knew that he had set the thing up. Although there was a really nice
- energy between them he couldn’t let it ride.
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- Having set up the lawyers, Anandas, Gupta and Saga, the day before departure, Michel
- approached Byron and said,
- “Listen, how can we trust these north Indian lawyers? They’re going to get paid anyway,
- they know they will because of our parents. So if nothing else, it’s a much easier job to
- tell us to plead guilty.”
- It was necessary to hire another lawyer. So Michel, in talking with a number of people,
- discovered that there was a real heavyweight form the south of India who would have no
- contact with these Delhi Perry Masons, but who had fought the government and won on
- every level and he was really feared. His name was B. K. Achara. And B. K. Achara had
- the credential of never having lost a case, and challenged the government on every
- different corruption thing, and so on and so forth, but he was going to cost some real
- money, that had to come out of the expense account. And whatever was coming in was
- being spent anyway. There was no trust at all with the Biriani, Kishul, Karati Lal mafia.
- And as time went on, the charges were not being dropped, and they were extorting more
- and more and more. And they had Kevin under basically arrest, he was working like a
- dog, not making any money and doing one ripoff after the next after the next, and he and
- Byron spoke occasionally on the telephone, since he had to appear whenever a court
- hearing would come along. And so they had to be in touch and it happened that all the
- hearings were all postponed by Michel and Byron because they didn’t want to plead
- guilty, they wanted to fight this thing no matter what, and no matter what kind of
- protestation was coming from England, everybody saying to go to court and that it was
- all going to be okay. It just didn’t feel right, there was something really wrong. And
- nothing could be fixed.
- Then there was an echo that Byron had and that was basically insinuated by M. T. Ias
- Hussein and that was the Americans and the Indian government had very definite reasons
- to keep all the information about what had really gone on in Bangladesh and the mass
- genocide quiet, and in the international press they were writing five thousand people or
- twenty-five thousand people killed, when it was much more in the region of half a million.
- And this was clearly being sanctioned by the foreign editors and the bureau chiefs of
- Newsweek, Time, etcetera. And so in analyzing this situation, it was plausible to imagine
- that there was a political agenda being played around this whole thing to shut up the
- central theme in a great fear because M. T. Ias was the head of the Mukta Bihini and the
- Mukta Foush, and Byron had actually been appointed his deputy commander. So there
- was another layer of speculation as to what might be going on in which case it would be
- very serious. The Americans had supplied all the equipment to the West Pakistani Army
- and was perpetrating this genocide, and therefore everything would be hushed. The
- Indians had another agenda, they wanted to invade Bangladesh under an excuse to do this,
- that and the other. And who knew if the English were supporting this American design,
- and in fact, were somehow colluding from which time on nobody knew, except that they
- made it very difficult for Michel to get his passport, and the communications had been
- changed, and very weird words coming out of England from both parental sides and very
- little communication at the insistence of the Foreign Office. So the whole thing smelt like
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- a setup in various different channels and something else was going on. And B. K. Achara
- was going to be the guy to find out why Anandas, Gupta and Saga wanted the guilty plea,
- especially in view of the serious nature of these charges. That was orchestrated the day
- before departure.
- They got on a plane from Bombay, and decided that they would take a lateen sailed
- sailing boat, one of the slow beach-to-beach sailing boats, to Goa, just to relax, during
- which time, Tiala and Premala were fucking like rabbits and living like princesses on
- board an ancient lateen sail lug boat. Actually like one of those Arabian boats, quite
- quick. But being served by their retinue, and everything kind of taken out of Shahar Izadh
- and placed in another Shahar Izadh with all the attitudes and the indifference to the
- circumstance and the pomp and ceremony being just there and sex being the primary
- driving force, drugs as well. And Byron realized that Michel was kind of overdoing it, he
- wasn’t sleeping. He was becoming very agitated, really overdoing it with the coke. And
- he had been an acid man, never really ventured into the harder drugs, that being Byron’s
- specialty, and going down. And in the morning he was plugging a little guli of opium up
- his ass and doing three or four grams of coke and Tiala was joining him and they were
- just constantly flitting around.
- So they got to Goa. They moved into the house, everything was set up, it was very nice,
- they had a big holiday. And then on the front pages of the newspaper, it was declared that
- one of the three spies had confessed guilt, in a court appearance, and was fined a certain
- amount of money, but let off of all charges against him dropped because he was
- cooperating with the police, and had testified against the other two spies, etcetera. And
- Byron had to get to a telephone quick, and called up Delhi. Delhi said there was no
- problem, if the guy goes to court and pleads guilty, that doesn’t mean you have to plead
- guilty, don’t worry, enjoy your holiday. Then the next day, it said that the other spies
- broke bail, missed the court appearance, this that and the other, it was all speculation that
- this had happened, so the speculation was that they would be arrested wherever they were,
- because they hadn’t appeared with the other guy in the court appearance where he
- pleaded guilty and the charges dropped against him. So he pled guilty to a much lesser
- charge, and was of course let off. But he had appeared at the trial, and Byron and
- Michel’s lawyers had not bothered to contact them to tell them that there had been a trial,
- and they didn’t even know, so this was getting weirder and weirder and the fix was
- getting in so Byron turned to Michel and said the holiday was over.
- The night before, a large number of jewels containing a very large portion of the crown
- jewels of Bhutan had been stolen from the house, so the police were involved, and this,
- that and the other they finally found a French junkie and found the jewels on him, then
- because she was an Indian princess, like a goddess to the local Indians, they threw the
- guy down the well, and broke all his bones, and it turned into a major hassle. So there
- was this bad feeling. And Tiala and Premala decide that under the circumstances it was a
- vary good idea for them to arrange a jet that was available to Premala’s family to be
- available to fly Michel and Byron out of Delhi at the drop of a hat, to Nagaland, where
- they could immediately with the assistance of Tiala, be smuggled into Burma to get out
- of this thing, because Burma was not part of where Nagaland, although a restricted area,
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- they could land the Royal jets there with clearance and then Burma would not be
- obstructed by the Indian forces, as the war was going on.
- They return dressed as women from Bombay, dressed up by Tiala and Premala, who had
- decided that they could not handle first class on a train, they took a plane to meet them at
- the other end, and it was, since you didn’t have to show passports, it was considered
- smarter to go dressed as women from Bombay get into Delhi and go and confront the
- lawyers as to what the fuck happened. How could they have allowed this thing to go.
- So they arrive in Delhi, makeup running, dressed as women with two-day beards, and not
- so many in those days because so many of them were rather young. And the first thing
- that happened as they were kind of trying to avoid the possibility of any encounter with
- any police people, in case they were indeed subject to arrest for breaking bail, the
- policeman on the platform at the station, a big guy with a smile, said,
- “Oh, Mr. Byron Sam. Why you dressed like a woman? Welcome back to Delhi.” So the
- whole thing was kind of blown, given that there was no opportunity for a change, and
- thinking possibly that this character had no idea that something had happened, continued
- the subterfuge all the way to the layer’s office without going to Seigle’s house or
- anywhere in case anybody saw, knocking on the door, had to wait until ten o’clock in the
- morning.
- Finally, the lawyers appear and they say
- “Oh, what are you doing dressed as women?”
- And Byron said,
- “Well, we didn’t know if we were going to be arrested.”
- And the lawyers protested, but this time very seriously.
- “There is absolutely no problem. We of course did not accept this trial date, so you did
- not break your bail. But you must set the court date within the next month, or, I’m afraid,
- if you plead not guilty, it will be very bad for you, in which case you are going to have to
- fight this, and it may take five years and a lot of money...”
- At this point, Michel is getting agitated beyond belief. And because there’s no trust, the
- two of them don’t trust the lawyers in Delhi, the only lawyer they have the slightest
- credence invested in is B. K. Achara, who is saying,
- “I am not understanding, why, you should plead guilty. I recommend you plead not
- guilty.”
- So there’s a schism there. A lot of pressure from Kishul, from Sam Biriani’s outfit, under
- very strange circumstances, to leave the country immediately, because things were going
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- to come down.
- So there’s this kind of pressure, and even Kishul was offering two passports, for free and
- plane tickets to leave the country from Delhi.
- Assurances all around that that’s not going to be a problem, but clearly, having tried to
- play this trick with Kevin’s court date, to precipitate the breaking of bail, they were
- trying to do something again, so suspicions roamed wild. What the fuck was going on?
- What was the British Embassy and their whole, the whole midgemodge of this
- construction was getting crazy and Michel couldn’t handle it.
- And he was riding in a taxi from New Delhi to Old Delhi, to go to the Crown Hotel to
- take a look through some of the stuff that the police had gone through to find something,
- at night, and just rounding in front of the Red Fort, there’s a big corner and the taxi had
- been told to drive really fast, and Michel turns to Byron and says,
- “Okay, listen. I’ve arranged it with Tiala, the plane is going to leave tomorrow, and I’m
- leaving.”
- And Byron turned to Michel and said,
- “No you’re not. We’re going to continue going until we find out what’s really happening.
- And we don’t know enough yet. And you can’t leave.”
- He said,
- “I’m leaving tomorrow, you either come or not.”
- Byron retorts to him,
- “No, you’re not leaving.”
- And it’s getting very serious, and he says,
- “I am, I can’t take this anymore, look it’s done. I’m finished.”
- And he produces the passports from Kishul, and said,
- “This is the exit.”
- And Byron said,
- “No. We’re going to see this thing through. It’s still a complete mess but, there’s intuition
- that tells me this is not the right thing to do. Don’t use these images, don’t do it.”
- Michel was so freaked out, he opened the door, as the car was going around the corner at
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- forty miles and hour and just bails out. He took a look at Byron’s eyes as saw that it was
- going to be fucking war. Because somebody had to hold onto this and he had become so
- fucking agitated with all the coke he was taking and paranoid and freaked out.
- So the next day he appears at Seigle’s house, somewhat bedraggled and said,
- “Okay, we’ll hang in there.”
- And there had never been any word back from the letter that was sent to Shelvanka. And
- this was kind of agitating Michel and Byron a lot. He was a very close friend, and he had
- arranged all this stuff, but couldn’t go an talk to Indira under any circumstances
- whatsoever. So it was a kind of caulle de sac. But the intuition was go and plead guilty,
- and follow the advice of the lawyers. And this intuition served us because B. K. Achara
- said to them, one day, he had changed his mind. He had had a meeting with Anandas,
- Gupta and Saga. And after this meeting, he said,
- “You must plead guilty. You must plead guilty right away.”
- So he had done a 180 degree turn on his opinion.
- And Byron had this flash, that this was the only way through, it couldn’t be substantiated,
- in any possible way, but if this was what had to happen, they had to trust somebody. And
- Michel exceeded to this only under the governing principle that at any trial date, the
- Mukta Bihini would be up in and around the courthouse, on rooftops in strategic places,
- armed to the teeth, and with cars waiting, and the whole thing was to be staged as an
- operation, if things went wrong, then they would extract, and this jet would be available
- to fly out and so forth, but it would be a process. M. T. Ias was brought in, everybody
- agreed, that this as appropriate, and that they would be there.
- The next day, Michel and Byron arrive at Anandas, Gupta and Saga’s office, and said,
- “Okay. Set the trial date.”
- And at nine o’clock the same evening, they said it was set for eight o’clock the next
- morning. So things are accelerating whoop de loop! They had the trial date, and
- everything had to be organized throughout the night. Everything set up with sight lines,
- this that and the other, how it was going to happen.
- At eight o’clock in the morning, there was the appearance, and in walks the judge.
- The judge was smiling, and he asked the court stenographer to read out the charges, and
- he’s bitching about where’s the police prosecutor, where’s the prosecution, and nobody’s
- there, so he said okay, here are the charges.
- And Anandas, Gupta and Saga didn’t come. They sent one of their employee lawyers, a
- lower lawyer, and the lower lawyer, having heard all the charges, was asked by the judge,
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- “What do you think would be a fair compensation to the Indian government for attempted
- murder of the Chief of the Indian Police Force?”
- And this little upstart lawyer said,
- “Five rupees.” Which was about fifty cents.
- Meanwhile in the court, Michel was so agitated that, at any given moment, there was the
- sense that he might get up and bail as he saw this whole thing going on. And until the
- judge starting making, what appeared to be light of these charges, with these ridiculous
- fines, and went through the whole litany, and it was Michel who was being charged first,
- and his guilty plea had to be for every single charge.
- Eventually, he just couldn’t bring “guilty” out. And when it came to attempted murder of
- the Chief of the Indian Police Force, he could barely say it.
- And the lawyer was saying “Guilty! Guilty! Guilty!”
- And the judge said he had to hear it from the accused because it was seen as though there
- was a conflict between them. And finally everything is done.
- And Michel, who was kept away from Byron, cast a glance to glance to Byron, that said
- “If you don’t plead guilty, I’ll get you before anybody else does!”
- Because that was the final crossover, because Byron was the person who had precipitated
- this guilty phenomenon against his wishes.
- So Then the charges were being read out against Byron. He was very quickly saying
- “Guilty, guilty, guilty, guilty, guilty.” But then it came to grievous bodily harm of a
- senior officer who could never walk again, this that and the other, and this charge had not
- been preferred against Michel. And the dangerous driving, and this that and the other,
- about five of them. And suddenly, Byron took a look at Michel, who was getting
- increasingly agitated, and in a stroke of paranoia, it suddenly flashed across his face, well
- it was his father who was with the Masons etcetera etcetera, everything’s being managed
- on the English end of things, and his father was not in communication, having made his
- statement, perhaps what was going on here was there other charges could be a real
- problem for Byron, so he cast a glance across at Michel, indicating,
- “You, if this is a stitch up I will get you before you can escape from this courtroom!”
- And when Byron cast this glance at Michel, Michel jumps up in agitation and starts to
- rush for the door, whereupon the court clerk, and the judge, say, the court is not finished,
- so Michel is escorted back to his seat. And the judge now looking very serious, looks at
- his watch, and asked Byron if he would plead guilty. And of course the little lawyer is
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- saying,
- “Guilty! Guilty! Guilty!”
- And finally Byron pleaded guilty and the same bullshit for the costs and the payments,
- and so on and so forth. And he bangs his gavel, and says,
- “Unfortunately under Indian law, charges of this serious nature, must be accompanied
- with a prison sentence. I hereby charge that you will be sentenced by this court for a
- period of incarceration, until the rising of the court.”
- Bang! And he hit his gavel down again, and turned around, and was on his way out,
- whereupon Michel, previously a gung ho warrior, and now having lost his character in
- the process of everything and the coke, having become someone who Byron wouldn’t
- have invested his future in, broke the restraints from his guardians, rushes to the door,
- which is now open because the court has risen, and he’s out there, holding up his arms,
- and suddenly the place explodes in gunfire.
- Everybody Runs in to take cover, including Michel, and the judge comes flying back and
- explains that since everybody is free, what is the commotion, speaking directly to Michel.
- And then everybody understood that this prison sentence was until the rising of the court.
- Immediately the gunfire stops, and Byron and Michel are paraded back to Karati Lal to
- perform the final fingerprinting and getting everything signed off. Karati Lal is shaking,
- doesn’t know what the fuck happened. Just before the eruption of gunfire, the police
- prosecutor arrived in court and was trying to attract the attention of the judge and trying
- to debate,
- “What do you mean, fifty rupees for the damage to these vehicles? At least fifteen
- thousand!” And he didn’t know what to do, they had completely freaked, they didn’t
- know what had happened. So this kind of warm glow began to resonate between Michel
- and Byron, to see this Karati Lal, squirming and quibbering and he didn’t get his final
- payment and this that and the other, and this had happened so quickly on the heels of
- their great coup which was getting Kevin into court, that they were completely
- bamboozled, they didn’t know what the fuck had gone down, and they didn’t know who
- was playing what, and their careers were threatened, and this was just a farce.
- So not only did he not know, but neither did Michel or Byron have the first fucking clue,
- why this had happened. Why the lawyers would never talk and B. K. Achara confirmed,
- so clearly somebody had to fix him but nobody knew who it was. And the speculations
- were, well, it must have been Michel’s father in cahoots with Byron’s father, and they’d
- done it all a long time ago, which was why from day one they were saying to plead guilty,
- go back to jail, all this speculation was going on. It’s now two days before Christmas. So
- another year has gone since the Christmas Goa walkabout.
- Emerging, Having watched Karati Lal grovel, with a sense of enormous relief, the two of
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- them were carted off for a freedom celebration that was sponsored by Seigle to the
- discotheque, Sensation, which was the one with the Tesla coil electricity, and they were
- playing Ritchie Havens, Freedom, and as they were going through the streets, thousands
- of people began to congregate and wave and cheer them on, because the word got out and
- there was a big big consternation, the final processing took about three hours, and by that
- time, all of the supporters who had been on their side, had come out, and created a whole
- through New Delhi, to the Maidens Hotel. It was kind of like a rally, for support, all the
- way to the Hotel, then at the hotel, there was a big fucking party, and it was all really
- funny, and very spacy for the two of them, because, it was, wow, what a fucking
- nightmare. And now it was all ended.
- Felicity was there, Premala got really pissed off, stole the book which had become an
- enormous volume, with all of Michel’s graphics, and the whole saga had been written in
- this kind of pantomime.
- Because it was written for her, and she kind of disappeared, somewhat to Byron’s relief,
- because Felicity was such a delicious little morsel, and she had appeared right at this
- moment, and kind of reinstituted herself as the Koo’s Number One. And Michel was
- having some frantic arguments with Tiala because they were both so whacked out on
- coke, and they were in love one second, and then out of love, and then they would hate
- each other and it was all kind of messy. And then there was a phone call from Michel’s
- father, and he said,
- “It’s your mother. There’s a ticket waiting. Be here for Christmas.” And he hung up. And
- Michel turned to Byron and said,
- “It’s a ripoff, it’s nothing. It’s just bullshit. But I’ve got to go.”
- This is practically the day after the celebration, which was the day of the event. They all
- escorted him to the plane, and stuck him in first class, and they had jumbo jets, a new
- revelation, a big fucking airplane. And he flew BOAC, British Overseas Airways, to
- London. And he asked Byron if he would go with him, and Byron said no, that he wanted
- to decompress and take a month off and to think about it.
- And why actually leave India? India had become their home, their country, it was where
- they lived. So Byron decided no, he was going to stay. He didn’t know what the
- indications would be in England. He still somehow had to find out and unravel this whole
- fucking mystery. So being very much spurred on with the possibility of romantic vacation
- with, instead of Premala and crazy Tiala, with Felicity, Byron goes and grabs Felicity and
- she informs him that she’s willing to go but this American admirer of hers, was going to
- give her a very big engagement ring, with a diamond, about forty karats, and she thought
- she would accept that, being a practical Libra. And also, whatever else he had to offer, in
- case anything should happen, she would be able to pawn it and get out of Dodge. Because
- in absconding with Byron, she was cutting off all possibility of return to parental support.
- So the next day, in the newspapers, three CIA operatives were blown up in a car in Delhi,
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- and then other people who were connected to Kishul and Biriani were killed. And then
- Kishul was killed. And nobody knew where any of this was coming from, and it just felt
- really strange, too many coincidences and then the thinking was, maybe the Mukta Bihini
- were finding out what was really going on, and they decided they were going to take this
- on, that one and the other one. Immediately, Byron contacts M. T. Ias, who flies to Delhi,
- and explains very very quickly and very clearly that the Americans had gotten really
- pissed off with the English, the idea was that they were going to sponsor this thing in the
- jail in order that this would be squashed, kept aside, and very quickly all of these
- negotiations that had taken place, that it would be a good idea to just to let them rot. They
- had known from into the second week, in the prison, that the two of them were there,
- because they had their own way of finding out. And the Americans had made it clear that
- it would be a good idea just to grease ‘em. And these other characters, had been out to
- assassinate the two of them. So they were summarily removed from the surface.
- Feeling extremely creepy, Byron decides to grab Felicity that night and disappear back to
- Goa. That night, Felicity had been with her erstwhile fiancée, who gave her the diamond
- ring, and when he fell asleep after she fucked him, she took his lynx rug off his bed, and
- appeared to meet Byron with that too.
- So Byron was pretty cash rich at the time, and didn’t really need her to do anything like
- this, but she was kind of demonstrating her fidelity to the current bode, and arrived in
- Goa, had a wonderful time. Byron starts to wind down a bit, and in a stupid gesture, shot
- up some morphine with somebody else’s syringe, contracts hepatitis, gives it to her, and
- she ends up in Breech County Hospital in Bombay on the critical list. He recovers very
- very quickly and gets a letter from Michel, saying, look, Jeannie and Hamish, a couple of
- friends of ours, Jeannie had just sold all the pubs in London that had belonged to her
- family, which was all the pubs in London, and bought a big castle, stacks of fucking
- money, no problem, come to England, let’s just recover from all of this, and then go back
- on the next adventure after to God-knows-where.
- Arriving in Bombay with Felicity, on the front pages of all of the newspapers was a
- statement that Byron absconds with underage English girl, potential statutory rape, and so
- on and so forth, was brought up, etcetera, so Byron calls up Felicity’s father. And speaks
- to him directly. He said,
- “Listen. Remember who my father is. If you don’t want to be exposed, as a spy, drop
- whatever you have in mind right away because I have the testimony of your daughter.”
- The very next day, after this had been communicated to the father, the father was en route
- back to England out of the Embassy in Delhi, with Mother. And daughter stuck at Breech
- Country Hospital not able to be moved.
- And Byron gets on a plane, goes to England, and tries to arrange a medevac type plane to
- bring her to England, which he achieved. But she was so unstable, she couldn’t be moved
- for quite a long time.
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- And waiting for him in London is the blonde bombshell, and she appears with Michel,
- and Jeannie and Hamish, and all the rest of the players, and gets driven off to the castle,
- and looks around thinking, how creepy, and decides to go back to his house in Highgates,
- arrives at the house and discovers that the people he had kicked out, these old rock and
- rollers, years before, had broken back in and were living there, and still running up the
- fucking bill. So in a fit of absolute fucking ire, ejects them all summarily and in great
- shock to them, and moves back into the house, lies down, goes to sleep, waked up the
- next morning with the blonde bombshell, Michel, Jeannie, Hamish and everybody
- surrounding him, talking in platitudes about this, that and the other, what they were going
- to do, and so on and so forth.
- The blonde bombshell had been fucking Michel, which gave the excuse for the opening
- of the inclusion of Felicity into the mix, and she was imported immediately with a
- medevac, and plunked into a hospital in London. Byron looked after her until she could
- come out, he got the Queen’s physician, who was also a naturopath, called Dr. Gordon
- Latto, to look after her, and with all kinds of things like baths and herbs of some
- medicinal sort, she was recuperated and romance continued full steam, and finally,
- having decided not to live in the castle with the crew, Byron feeling somewhat
- disaffected with this whole coke, drugs, everything, freak-out, decides to go next door to
- meet with Shelvanka.
- So Byron, in an inspiration, a few weeks after arriving in England, hears that Shelvanka
- has returned from Moscow, and he’s invited to dinner. Without anybody else present, he
- walks into Shelvanka’s house, prefacing all this by saying, upon meeting his father, and
- upon meeting the Lord Chief Justice and his mother, Byron did not know what to say to
- anybody because they could not explain why this guilty plea. They did not know
- anything about what was really going on, at all. They had been instructed by the British
- Foreign Office, by the lawyers, by this, that and the other, but they didn’t know why.
- Nobody had told them why pleading guilty was going to be okay. They just trusted that
- this was correct. They didn’t know that a letter had been sent to Shelvanka. And Byron
- didn’t understand why Shelvanka never responded.
- So he walks into Shelvanka’s house kind of pissed off that a really close friend of his, as
- both Mary and Shelvanka had become, and Mary meets Byron at the door and says,
- “Thank God you’re safe. Come in. And just for your information, Dr. Shelvanka has gone
- through enormous concern because it took so long for you to go and plead guilty. And he
- wasn’t quite sure if his classmate, who was the judge, would not be revolved out of the
- circuit and could no longer preside over your case, as everybody was trying to get him
- out. So please convey your respects and thank him very very much, and to apologize for
- causing so much concern.”
- So after all was said and done, it was the one letter that went to Shelvanka, that triggered
- the whole thing, all the payments to Byriani, this that and the other, completely and
- utterly off the wall, and the day after the war between Pakistan and India, Pakistan
- changed its currency, so all the money was completely and utterly irrelevant, and non61
- convertible anywhere, and Shelvanka then explains what had happened.
- He had just gone and signed the Indo-Soviet Pact, which put the American forces and
- therefore the seventh fleet, under a 48-hour nuclear encounter countdown if they did not
- get out of the Indian Ocean. And having endorsed this, he was under extraordinary
- scrutiny from everyone and enormous hostility, could not even risk communicating with
- Byron. But had done so, through the judge to the lawyers. They couldn’t tell Byron’s
- mother because she was being harassed and bamboozled by the British Foreign Office,
- that was doing the work for the Americans, and trying to squelch it. Shelvanka had been
- in contact with Byron’s father, but his father was shut to the neck, and Michel’s father
- had also been in contact with Byron’s father and became good friends, and it was Byron’s
- father who told Michel’s father, that everything was cool, and to believe what the lawyers
- were saying in India.
- And that’s the end of the story.
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