say, trying to appear very mature. Just before hanging up she says, "Don't lose all the moneyyou have as you did before." And then mumbling a hurried, "I love you," she hangs up.We are thirty-nine kilometers away from Bern. The sensuous voice of a woman emanates fromthe tape deck. "Do you like music, U.G.?" I ask, pushing my head in between the two front seatsof the car. "I prefer the barking of a dog, the grunting of a pig, and the neighing of a horse.There is life in them, some vitality. Listening to music is a sensual activity.... ""Even
and hymns?" I ask. "Yes, everything. In fact, your God is the ultimate pleasureyour mind has created ...." Out there in the fields the orange glow of the morning sun makesevery blade of grass sparkle.At 7 in the morning, as we enter Bern, we hit a traffic jam. U.G. says, "Human beings are thesame all over the world. That Swiss guy ahead of us who is cursing the traffic is no differentfrom the guy in Bombay or the guy in Madras."
"The relationship you have with money says it all. When Valentine died, I asked Chandrasekhar to take the gold out of her teeth before cremating her. Do you know that the Catholic churchpaid 20 million dollars to those young boys sodomized by the priests?""You are individually, solely, and wholly responsible for the slum situation in Bombay. Seventy-five percent of Bombayites live in the slums because of people like you and me."Something tells me that this summer with U.G. is going to be hot. Don't they say the light burnsbrightest before it goes out?At dinner. U.G. and I discuss with Marisa, the Italian sculptress, Bodil, the Swedish painter, andProfessor Gottfried Meyer, the German painter, the theme of my new film about an agingactress."Rekha is the right choice for the role, Mahesh. She is herself battling with the problem rightnow. The movie will have the pulse and the beat of the now," says U.G.The relationship between feminine beauty and power, estrogen therapy, and man's quest for permanence are the themes at the dining table. "Man's war against aging will never be won,"says U.G. summing up a long, drawn-out conversation."Art is born out of frustration. Everything is born out of frustration." The jet lag is beginning to hitme now.
12 July ... DAY THREE
They have a tennis competition going on in the valley, down below. This place is crowded. Manypeople from all over the world have come to watch the matches. There are no rooms availablefor rent in Gstaad. Yehudi Menuhin is holding a series of musical concerts in the Saanenchurch.