I'd reall all his books and impressed by the fact that he was once a translator for Nisargadatta and the president of the Bank of India. No slouch obviously. But the discourse was limited and endlessly repeated. This was no Nisargadatta. I stayed a week and met some young folks in Satsang there. They invited me to join them by train to North India. Why not? I had no plans other than to go with the flow. So I did.
One interesting anecdote. I asked Ramesh a question: "You say do whatever you like since you're not the doer. I like to smoke marijuanna. Is that ok?" He thought a moment and responded "In some places it's legal and certainly better than drinking. So sure, go ahead if you like." I asked a follow up question "Do you know where I can get some? The devotees were in shock at this question. But he looked over the crowd and pointed to a bald Indian and said "Maybe he can help you." After Satsang he approached me and asked me if I wanted some. We did that at his place later and gave me some for travelling. He was a Bollywood screenwriter who had been coming to Ramesh for months. But he had never come stoned and never discussed smoking with the Master.
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