U.G. does not give lectures or write books. The afterglow of a thousand yesterdays spent with U.G. simmers within me. All art is perhaps born out of the overriding compulsion to share with someone, somewhere, somehow, the intense experiences of the heart. Every artist preserves deep within him, a single source from which, throughout his lifetime, he draws what he is and what he says. And when the source plays out, the work withers and crumbles.
Man is intrinsically a teller of stories.
He lives surrounded by his own story and the stories of others. Splicing together the scenes from my memory, I tell you in the pages that follow, my story of this extraordinary man, U.G. Carmel, California Mahesh Bhatt September 1991.