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I left Delhi because the school where I worked was demolished by a godman's people who wanted the 15 acre campus for parking the vehicles of their devotees. I ported my phone.  But every now and then I get a call from the phone company about the veracity of my address.  The id proof I had given carried the Delhi address.  Now they can't find such an address.  So for their sake, here it is, the address that has been demolished by a godman's boys just for fun's sake.



B 26 Sawan Public School, New Delhi is still the address in my identity papers.  And the address doesn't exist. Thanks to a godman.




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  1. Ravish ManiApril 5, 2016 at 8:00 AM

    Being a godman is one of the most profitable business nowadays and it can only flourish when people remain ignorant. So, the best strategy is to close as much schools as possible, which teach rational thinking.

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalApril 5, 2016 at 8:28 AM

      Indeed, Ravish. Fake spirituality has blinded thousands and I have personally witnessed the fraudulence of many devotees.
      http://m.hindustantimes.com/india/forest-dept-accuses-spiritual-body-of-land-grab/story-g9GBrPtAH1JFUbQQh2RjQI.html

      See the report, it's just one of the many land grabs by the godman.

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  2. Sneh AsnaniApril 5, 2016 at 11:33 AM

    Being a Godman is no guarantee that they do God's deeds.. and we have seen multiple examples in the past.. Don't know when will people stop following such fake God's

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalApril 5, 2016 at 5:58 PM

      Most people don't bother about spirituality, I think. They are devotees because there are more material benefits that follow from being attached to some cult or group.

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  3. Rajeev MoothedathApril 6, 2016 at 7:11 AM

    Sad..

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalApril 6, 2016 at 6:53 PM

      The real sadness is that it is a deception perpetrated on a huge number of people.

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