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208 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 2005
He churned the muscles of his abdomen till they looked like ripples of waves running down from his chest to his hips. Then he raised his body on both his hands and let out a resounding fart. Victor had to hold back breaking into a guffaw of laughter. Swamiji sensed his discomfort and said, ‘Gas is no laughing matter. Please notice, my gas has no smell—it is uttam padvi, of the highest order.’ Victor wasn't sure he wanted further demonstration of this kind. But before he could say anything Swamiji was on his back. He bent his legs and pulled them up till his knees were close to his neck. ‘Pavan mukta asana,’ he said, ‘to set the gas free.’ This time he farted long and slow, an extended musical note that ended in a melancholic whine. ‘Please notice again,’ the swami said, ‘no smell.’ Victor was dismayed. It would be a long session of farts.