UG Reader
Introduction Throwing Away the Crutches Laughing with UG Preface U.G. Krishnamurti, lovingly called UG by his friends and admirers all over the world, died on 22 March 2007, at 2.30 p.m., at the villa of friends, in Vallecrosia, Italy. A few days before the end, his long-time friend, the noted Indian filmmaker, Mahesh Bhatt, had asked, ‘How should we dispose of your body?’ In the same vein as he had spoken about death and the body over the years, UG replied, ‘Life and death cannot be separated. When the breathing stops and what you call clinical death takes place, the body breaks itself into its constituent elements and that provides the basis for the continuity of life. So, nothing here is lost. In that sense there is no birth and no death for the body. The body is immortal.’ Seven weeks earlier, UG had fallen and this was the second such occurrence in two years. Although he did not suffer a fracture, he did not want such an incident to occur again which would make him further depende