From Spa Therapist to Sanatan Scripture Writer
Author Kedi Ganapati
✦ Table of Contents ✦
- Jack of All Jobs, PhD in Everything
- First Rank in Something I Never Imagined
- Best Accident of My Life! Joined Hotel Tunga!
- From Kedi Spa to Lick Spa — The Power of Branding
- Chatting Trauma, Digital Drama!
- Wife Took Massage, Husband Shoot All
- The Cost of Saying Yes to Everything
- House Arrest for 10 Days
- Job Hopping Kalanka to Jobless Nishkalanka
- Classified Ads for Free Fun — 70 Calls, Day-Night
- 5 Hours Free Service — ₹50 Invisible Sandwich!
- Half a Glass of Milk for Two Hours of Work
- Madness Is the Greatest Luxury
- I Played Every Role, She Rolled Me Free!
- The Salary Of Taj Hotel That Made Me Cry
- Hustle On, Muscle Gone; Moment On, Money Gone!
- Paradox Therapist for Paradox Demands
- Spiritual Writer to Comedy Writer
- Grateful to the Clients Who Made This Research Possible
- Conclusion and Note
Jack of All Jobs, PhD in Everything
In 2012, I worked at SBI Bank, ICICI Bank, and Shriram Finance to get that hands-on banking and finance experience. From 2007 to 2012, in just five years, I had worked in more than 12 different companies and gathered enough practical knowledge of economics.
Since I couldn't afford a university PhD, I decided to pursue my own "PhD in economics" by gaining experience across as many fields as possible. When I started finding success in my "PhD in economics" by working in finance companies, I decided to pursue a "PhD" in philosophy, psychology, spirituality, and sexology using the same approach.
One day, I made a list of all the jobs I still wanted to try: massage therapist, hairdresser, professional athlete, detective agent, astrologer, writer, college professor, and so on. I decided to become a professional spa therapist for the next six.
In 2012, I was working at Shriram Finance for six months. The company was good, the work was going well, and I couldn't find any solid reason to quit. For an entire month, I searched for a convincing excuse to resign.
Then, on 30 January 2013, the company conducted a performance training session and examination. I secured second place and won the second prize that evening at 5 p.m. While receiving the award as one of the best performers, I should have felt happy — but instead, I felt scared. I thought my manager would now never accept my resignation.
My manager tried to convince me that I didn't need to quit, but without saying a word, I handed over the letter. The entire office was shocked — yesterday I had received a best-performance award, and today I had resigned.
As soon as I left the Shriram Finance office, within 5 minutes I searched for a spa center on Google and called them for a spa therapist job, even though I had never given a massage to anyone before.
First Rank in Something I Never Imagined
When I called Four Fountains Spa, they immediately invited me for an interview at their Jogeshwari headquarters. During the interview, they told me, “Forget everything you think you know about massage. You will have to do massage exactly the way we teach you.” I had never massaged anyone in my life; I didn’t even know what the “T” in massage technique meant. I instantly said yes.
They made me sign an agreement: I would work at their spa centers for a minimum of 15 months, and if I left early, I would have to pay compensation. They would give me two months of unpaid training at their Pune center. After training, there would be an exam; only if I passed would I get the job and be posted to any center across India, with preference given to one near my home.
I signed the agreement and went to Baner, Pune, for training. The training was done in pairs — one boy would massage the other, then switch. From 10 a.m. to 6 p.m., we kept massaging each other and improving our technique.
I used to give 3–4 massages a day and receive 3–4. When I gave a massage, my fingers and hands would ache. When I received one, I would fall into a deep sleep. It was physically exhausting but strangely relaxing at the same time.
I was the only local Marathi boy in the training batch. The girls wanted to explore Pune but needed a local boy for safety, so they all came to me and asked me to take them around.
I said, “I’ll come, but you pay all the expenses and feed me.” They happily agreed, and I roamed around Pune with them.
At Tulsi Baug market, the girls were buying clothes. The shopkeeper quoted ₹1,500, and one girl instantly said ₹300. The moment the shopkeeper looked at me, I broke into a sweat. I thought, now this guy is going to beat me up badly. But within minutes, he handed over the ₹1,500 item for ₹300.
I had thought I was a lion among those six or seven girls, but I turned out to be a cowardly mouse.
The next day, the girls called me to their room. Since I had shown them around Pune at their expense, they cooked 1 kg of chicken for me as a thank-you and packed it in a big box.
I’m a total foodie and a bit selfish when it comes to food. If I took that box to my room, my roommates would finish it in seconds. So, on the way, I sat at an empty bus stop and started eating shamelessly.
People passing by in vehicles stared at me, but the chicken was so delicious that I didn’t care. When my stomach was full and a little was left, I took the box to my room. Seeing my belly, my greasy mouth, and the condition of the box, my roommates immediately understood the crime I had committed.
After two months, we had practical and written exams. Since I had joined specifically to research massage, I studied and practised very sincerely and passed the exam with first rank. After that, I was posted to the Bandra branch in Mumbai. Four Fountains had strict rules: male client → male therapist, female client → female therapist. If any client tried anything inappropriate, the massage would be stopped immediately.
Two months earlier, I had been curious about the massage industry and had never given a massage to anyone. Now, I had become highly skilled, and clients had started booking appointments by my name.
Best Accident of My Life! Joined Hotel Tunga!
I had recently bought a bike and was still learning to ride, so I kept having minor accidents. Out of fear, I would suddenly brake hard, causing the bike to skid. One day, I had an accident and got a plaster cast on my left hand. The doctor said I wouldn’t be able to massage for the next six to eight months. As a result, I had to resign suddenly from Four Fountains Spa. Since it was a medical reason, they accepted my resignation without asking for any compensation.
Two months after recovering from my injury, I started looking for a new job. I had worked in a day spa; now I wanted to experience what a hotel spa was like. I began calling hotel spas and soon received an interview call from Tunga Hotel, Vashi. During the interview, a guest arrived for spa therapy. They told me, “Give this guest a full therapy—your job depends on his feedback.”
Before the massage, the guest asked for a small bowl of water. As soon as I brought it, he removed a fake eye and placed it in the bowl, then kept it on the table. I thought that if I accidentally hit the table during the massage, the bowl and the eye could fall down. To keep it in a safer place, I picked up the bowl. Suddenly, my hands, the bowl, the water, and even his eye started trembling. When I stepped forward to place it properly on the table, my legs began shaking as well.
The tension of a job interview combined with a half-naked man with one eye staring at me in a dark room—it was horrifying. I started trembling with fear—and this was my job trial! If I didn’t perform well, I wouldn’t get the job. To calm myself, I took long, deep breaths and rubbed my palms together to warm them.
The moment I started the massage, my fear vanished. Now he was just a dummy in front of me, not a human. I applied every single technique I had ever learned on that guest. He was extremely happy and gave me a ₹500 tip. The spa manager was delighted, and that very day they took me to HR and handed me the offer letter. I got the job at Tunga Hotel’s Raya Spa.”
At Tunga Hotel, staff received free food: chicken on Wednesdays, eggs on Fridays, and mutton on Sundays—as much as you could eat. I loved the hotel food so much that I started going to work mainly for the food. I had planned to work there for only 4–6 months to gain hotel spa experience. I actually learned everything I needed in just 15 days, but the food was so delicious that I couldn’t bring myself to quit. Six whole months—the longest I had ever stayed in any job—passed while working there.
I have always been very jovial and have a bad habit of laughing anywhere. One day, I went to the HR department with a new female therapist named Priya. On the way, I was telling her my childish stories and laughing at my own jokes. The moment we entered HR, I couldn’t control myself and burst out laughing.
The HR manager asked me why I was laughing. I said I had remembered my own stupidity—my own joke. He then said, “Tell me the joke.” But I couldn’t open my mouth. I thought that if I told the joke, the HR manager might either laugh—or decide that such stupidity shouldn’t exist in the hotel and terminate me on the spot. That thought sealed my lips in front of him.
The HR manager got angry and made me write an apology letter for laughing in the wrong place and get it signed by my HOD. When I searched on Google for how to write an apology letter for laughing, I couldn’t find any information. So I asked the hotel staff how to write one—and the entire staff started laughing at me.
I was so scared that if the HR manager found out everyone was laughing because of me, I might have to write a resignation letter instead of an apology letter. Somehow, I wrote the apology letter in my own words and got it signed by my HOD. While signing it, my HOD was completely shocked. For the first time in my life, I was writing a formal apology—for laughing.
I ended up working at Tunga Hotel for a full year — not for knowledge or purpose, but simply because of unlimited free chicken and mutton. When I accidentally realized I had wasted an entire year of my life just for free food, I felt deep shame. That very day, I resigned.
While working at Tunga Hotel, a therapist named Avinash wanted to work in a cruise spa. After resigning from the hotel, he took me along for a cruise job interview. During the interview, I learned that working on a cruise required an offshore safety training certificate as well as a certified spa therapist qualification.
In 2014, I joined a marine academy in Belapur, Navi Mumbai. I spent ₹10,000 and obtained four offshore safety training certificates. I had already mastered massage techniques, but I still needed official documents to prove my skills.
To solve that, I approached a spa and salon institute for a diploma in spa therapy. They were charging ₹16,000. I explained that I was already an expert in massage and could even teach it. I didn’t need training — I only needed the certificate. However, they refused to offer any discount, so I had no choice but to pay the full ₹16,000.
From Kedi Spa to Lick Spa — The Power of Branding
In 2013, I promoted myself simply as a home massage service. I called every therapist I could find in the market and asked for guidance. One therapist named Jibran, who served only female clients, spoke with me one day. Over time, we became friends. He suggested that I create my own brand and build a website. Following his advice, I created a brand called Kedi Spa.
Jibran did not provide services to couples, so whenever a couple contacted him, he referred them to me. Because of him, I got the opportunity to serve more than 50 couples. He also referred single female clients to me. He was like an angel for me. I would say that 50% of the knowledge of Kama Shastra that I gained came through Jibran.
After about four months, one client explained that building a brand using my own name was not wise, as it could put my personal privacy at risk. I had never really thought about privacy, because no one in my family—except me—had any connection with the spa or massage industry.
I wanted a name that represented both me and my art. The word “lick” seemed to represent my style, and it was also a word that clients frequently used in their demands. So I renamed my massage business: Lick Spa — Healing with Pleasures! The moment I changed the business name from Kedi Spa to Lick Spa, the number of clients increased five to six times. That day, I experienced the true power of branding firsthand.
Because my brand name was Lick Spa, no web designer was willing to create a website for me. So I learned website design from YouTube, bought my own domain and hosting, and built the website myself. That website even brought me international clients.
After giving massage services to 20 international clients, I thought I had achieved everything in the massage field and needed to change direction. I asked my friend Jibran, “I want to do something different that society needs.” He said that society now needs SEO. Since I already had a website, he suggested I learn SEO and become an expert.
I had zero knowledge of SEO, so I joined a social media marketing institute, learned SEO, and became an SEO executive. When I got a job at an SEO company, the first thought that came to my mind was: if I have my own website, why am I doing SEO for others? The very next day, I left the SEO job and started doing SEO for my own brand.
SEO wasted more of my time than anything else. Many times, I would spend two hours designing a poster, but not a single person would see it for an entire month. I would think for four hours and then write an article in 20 minutes, yet no one would read it. Sometimes I had to delete posts just because of a small spelling mistake. Creating profiles on classified sites would take a whole day or even an entire night.
When I couldn’t properly complete a two-minute SEO task even after spending 20 minutes, I would feel like breaking whatever was in front of me. Somehow, by consistently practicing SEO for two years, I improved my website’s ranking, and it eventually started appearing on the first page of Google.
After that, I posted ads on classified websites, created business profiles, and set up a Google Business profile. When I learned that the verification code would be sent to my home address by post, I became extremely anxious.
Until that Google Business verification code reached my hands, I kept fearing that if the postman gave the Google envelope to my mother or brother, they would discover that I had secretly been offering massage services—and I would be severely beaten.
I was so terrified of that one Google envelope that I could barely eat properly. I was experiencing, in a very real way, what fear can do to a person. But luck was on my side. The Google verification code came directly into my hands. My freelance massage business was verified on Google, and the pace of client inquiries increased even more.
Many clients didn’t pay me. Most often, female clients refused to pay, claiming that other therapists didn’t charge them, so they wouldn’t pay me either.
My charges were:
₹1000 for females
₹2000 for males
₹3000 for couples
For clients who didn’t pay, I simply stopped providing services to them again.
Chatting Trauma, Digital Drama!
Some female clients used to message me saying that, for a few days, I should chat with them on the phone first. Only when they felt comfortable would they be able to take a massage from a male therapist. Sometimes, male clients would call and ask me to chat with their wives first; only then would their wives agree to take a massage from me.
Thinking it would be a new experience, I started chatting with them in a romantic and friendly way. At times, husband and wife would both chat with me together, criticize each other, and repeatedly ask for my opinion. I did not want to become a villain between any husband and wife, so I stayed silent—and staying silent itself was a big task.
Some boys tried to chat with me by claiming to be girls. I would look at the username linked to their number, and then it became clear they were boys. I did not want to massage boys, so there was no reason to chat with them. Therefore, whenever any unknown boy messaged me for chatting, I immediately blocked his number.
When some females did not take a massage even after chatting for three to four months, I felt very angry. It felt like they were wasting the valuable time of my life. Sometimes it was not clear whether I was talking to the female or her husband, and this confusion disturbed me. Some females did not take a massage even after chatting for two to three years. Realizing this, I began to hate chatting and started avoiding it with everyone.
Some female clients took a massage after chatting for ten days; some after six months of chatting; and some took a massage without chatting at all—just after one phone call. But when, after chatting for two years with a fake client, she still did not take a massage, for the first time in my life I felt like adding someone’s number to a revenge list and kidnapping the person who had wasted two years of my time, so I could waste two years of her life.
Then I thought: if I went to take revenge on someone, my mission would not be completed. I realized I cannot take revenge on anyone; I can only work for my mission. So I dropped the idea of revenge at that very moment.
Some female clients wanted me to enter a relationship with them and go on dates and daily chatting. However, since I had made myself public, I couldn’t be in a relationship with anyone. I used to refuse all such clients who proposed a relationship.
But when they suggested going on a date and promised free food, I couldn’t resist, and I would go on the date just to eat the free meal. The problem, however, came after the date: in exchange for a free meal worth ₹500, I had to spend 500 minutes chatting with them, which caused me mental stress.
When I compared the 500 minutes of chatting with the ₹500 free meal, it became clear that the “free” food was actually the most expensive thing.
Wife Took Massage, Husband Shoot All
I had an allergy to cameras. My face never looked photogenic to me, and it appeared different on camera, so I avoided taking photos of myself. Even during picnics, I never clicked personal pictures. I would only appear in photos if someone insisted on a group shot.
I worked in more than 12 companies, yet no client or colleague ever took my photo. Ironically, massage was the only profession where clients asked for my photo before even meeting me. Some clients wanted to take my photo while I was giving them a massage. A few even asked for nude photos, and some would first video call just to see my face before booking an appointment.
In 2014, a man called me and invited me to massage his wife. While I was massaging the woman, her husband secretly recorded videos and took photos. After the massage, he showed them to me. I became very scared and told them this was a violation of my privacy and could create problems for me in the future.
They said it was normal, that they were only capturing memories, and that they wouldn’t show them to anyone. Once I trusted their words, it slowly started to feel normal to me as well.
I was planning to write about the massage profession in my autobiography, so I ignored privacy concerns related to it. I didn’t even like taking my own photos, but if a client wanted to take my photo or video, I wouldn’t refuse.
The Cost of Saying Yes to Everything
In 2015, a couple called me for a service and asked about the details and rates. I explained that if only the lady wanted a massage, it would include a 90-minute session and up to six hours of entertainment, for which the charge would be ₹1,000. If they wanted a full-night service, the charge would be ₹2,000. I also made it clear that I worked alone and would come by myself.
They said they wanted a full-night service but would pay only ₹1,000. I agreed. Until then, I had already provided full-night service around 50 times in the previous three months, and in most cases it had mostly been timepass after two sessions. But when I actually started their full-night service, they did not let me sit peacefully even for a moment.
They had a diary in which they had made a list of everything they wanted the therapist to do. For the first time, I felt scared after seeing someone’s diary. I even started praying that it wouldn’t say something like they wanted to use the therapist as a punching bag to practice boxing. In the name of entertainment, I had already done around 20 things that I had never even imagined before.
Even those customers were shocked. They said, “Until now, every therapist we’ve met has only done three or four things. You’re doing everything. Are you some kind of demon, alien, or human robot? Even robots are programmed to say no to something—but you never say no. How?” “You said yes when you should have said no, and now you say no when you should say yes. Maybe that’s why you’re not just a therapist—you’re something else entirely.”
I made one mistake—I told them that I was doing all this because I wanted to write a book on Kamasutra. After that, whatever activities were listed in their diary, they made me do almost everything. Only two or three things were left undone, because those could only be done by a female therapist. For a male therapist to do those, he would have had to change his gender. I couldn’t change my gender, so those things remained undone.
From 11 p.m. to 5 a.m., I fulfilled all their demands. Instead of paying me ₹1,000, they paid me ₹3,000. They said they would be in Mumbai for one week and would take service three times during that period. In the end, they took service twice. Since I was doing research on kamashastra, during the second appointment they asked me to do 11 new activities. The first time, they paid ₹3,000, and the second time, they paid ₹4,500.
In the end, they offered me ₹30,000 per month to entertain them twice a day. I told them that if I wanted a job, I would never have chosen to be a spa therapist—I was doing this work only until my research was complete. They said, "You are not only a massage therapist, you are something else as well.”
House arrest for 10 days
In 2016, one day I received a phone call from an old female client. My mother answered it. The client mistook my mother for my assistant and said, “I need a massage on Wednesday; send Kiran in the evening.” My mother questioned her thoroughly and then slammed the phone down.
That was the moment everything came out. My mother discovered that I was providing body massages to women at their homes. She panicked terribly. She beat me severely and kept me under house arrest for ten days. She kept saying, “I thought you were divine, but you turned out to be a devil.” I couldn’t even look her in the eye. I felt immense shame.
Job hopping Kalanka to Jobless Nishkalanka
In 2016, I transformed from an atheist into a believer. I experienced an inner realization to write a Sanatan scripture and to maintain a spotless character. My behavior also changed. I no longer needed to ask others whether I was doing right or wrong — I could recognize my own mistakes.
From 2016 onward, I wanted to close my massage business and take up a job. I attended 4–5 job interviews every month, but I kept getting rejected.
Interviewers: “Why did you do so many jobs in the last 8 years?”
Kedi: “I needed practical experience in every field for my book, so I worked in different industries.”
Interviewers: “How long will you stay after joining the job?”
Kedi: “In 5–6 months, once I gain complete experience and knowledge, I will leave the job and give the world a new Sanatan scripture.”
Interviewers: “Are you telling the truth or lying?”
Kedi: “I have decided to build a spotless character, so even if the truth sounds childish, I will only speak the truth.”
The Interviewer Who Gave Me Life Training
One interviewer was very kind. In just 10 minutes, she gave me life-changing guidance:
1. Never say you will work only for 4–5 months. This might become your last permanent job — you never know.
2. If you cannot work on something during duty hours, never mention it during duty hours. If you plan to write your book at home after office time, you should not discuss it in the office or interview.
3. Only spies enter other offices for research. You are not a spy. Never tell anyone that you are doing research in their organization.
She said: “Just remember these three things. One day, you will definitely get a job.”
I asked her, “Will you give me a job?”
She replied, “I cannot give you a job in this interview because you already made mistakes. Come again after two months. If you don’t make mistakes in the interview, we will consider it.”
But as soon as I left her office, I ate vada pav and drank lassi — and forgot everything she told me.
For the next two years, I kept repeating the same mistakes.
Since I was not getting a job, I started freelancing — blog creation, social media work, delivery work, and many unexpected jobs that even surprised my mother.
She would say, “You are educated — why are you doing labor work?”
I couldn’t explain that I had lost the freedom to choose ideal work — I had to take whatever came.
Later, I worked at Onicra for four months and even joined a detective agency. After that, I worked at Jawed Habib Salon as a female hairdresser.
During the same time, I was deeply researching Sanatan Dharma and Hindu culture. I traveled across India on my bike for this purpose. My family responsibilities were also on my shoulders.
Since I needed fuel and travel support, I again started part-time work to fund my research.
Most of my clients were couples, and I often experienced strange, funny, and memorable moments. I started sharing these stories with others.
One client suggested I should write a blog. That’s how I created “Husband Wife and Tony Blogspot”.
Later, I realized I could not continue freely due to privacy limitations and content restrictions. Eventually, I deleted the blog.
One ghostwriter offered me the chance to become his ghostwriter. It was the first time I had heard the word “ghostwriter,” and I immediately said yes. I became a ghostwriter for another ghostwriter, who rejected my perspective and content and asked me to tone it down and dilute it in a way that felt unpleasant and limiting. It didn’t allow me to express my true vision.
That was the moment I decided I would never be a ghostwriter again where my voice and identity are not respected.
Classified Ads for free Fun — 70 Calls, Day-Night
One day, during a phone call, my friend Jibran suggested that I post an ad on a personal classified site offering free fun to those who take paid massage services. Without thinking much, I posted ads online like, “Up to 6 hours free fun for females who take body massage” and “Touch the call button to get free fun.”
I didn’t realize the consequences. As soon as I hung up the call, I immediately posted ads on multiple classified sites in Mumbai saying, “If you want free entertainment at your home or hotel, call me.” At that time, I was running a freelance massage business under the name “Lickspa.” My biggest mistake was posting 10–12 ads using the same “Lickspa” ID with “free” keywords.
My biggest problem is that whenever someone suggests something new that I’ve never done before—and if it’s not illegal or doesn’t involve money—I act immediately and think later. As a result, even people who wanted paid body massages started asking for free services in the name of “free fun.”
So that my mother wouldn’t find out what I was talking about on the phone, I had to step out into the corridor again and again to take the calls. The whole day, 70–80 times, I traveled from the hall to the corridor. Some people started calling just to have very strange and disgusting fun. Some would repeatedly call at 1–2 a.m. midnight.
In those days, I realized that I was only a very small and weak madman; there were far bigger and stronger madmen in this world, and they were perfectly carrying out their mission of turning others mad.
5 Hours Free Service — ₹50 Invisible Sandwich!
In 2017, a woman called me and said she wanted a massage, but her husband would be present. She asked if I would still give the massage. I said yes—I could massage her in front of her husband, and I could also massage him. I often do couple massages.
Then she said she wouldn’t pay for the first session and wanted a free trial. If she liked it, she would book a paid session next time. Her house was 45 km away from mine. I told her I could offer a free trial, but at least she should cover ₹200 for petrol. She refused and said, “I won’t pay anything. If you can come for a free massage, then come; otherwise, there are others in the market who offer free trial massages.”
At that time, I was doing massage work as part of my research on Kamashastra, and I had taken a vow that until I had given massages to 1,000 women, I would not refuse anyone. So, I decided to give her a free session for the first time.
I went to her house at 4 PM and immediately started the massage. The experience was supposed to be enjoyable for the woman, but the opposite happened—her husband was the one enjoying it more. From 4 PM to 9 PM, he kept asking me to do this and that along with the massage and entertainment. I had never imagined I would be made to do so much.
During the session, I became extremely hungry. My stomach was growling loudly, and even the couple could hear it. They started making fun of me because of it. After the session ended, the husband asked, “Will you eat something?” I immediately said yes. He gave me ₹50 and said, “There’s a sandwich stall two buildings away. You can eat there.”
After giving a 2-hour free trial massage and 3 hours of nonstop entertainment—total 5 hours of free service—receiving ₹50 as a tip felt quite insulting. But in the very next moment, the woman scolded me and said, “You came for a free massage, so why did you take money from my husband? You are shameless and not a real man. Return the money. You enjoyed the most—you should be paying us.”
I don’t check my phone while riding my bike, so when I reached home and looked at my phone, I saw four missed calls from an unknown number. When I called back, it was her husband. He said, “There was a misunderstanding. Madam thought I had given you ₹5,000 instead of ₹50, so she got angry. You gave an excellent service. I will call you again next week, and this time I will pay you properly. I will call only you.”
I didn’t say anything and blocked his number as well.
Half a Glass of Milk for Two Hours of Work
I decided that if anyone asked for a free massage again, I would at least ask for free food in return. Two days later, another woman requested a free massage. I clearly told her, “I’ll give you a free massage, but in exchange, you’ll have to provide food.” She agreed. She lived only about 10 km away and was alone.
I gave her a two-hour free massage and spent one hour offering casual praise during the session. I was confused whether she had called me for a massage or to listen to praise, so I nonstop used both my hands and my tongue simultaneously. I have one problem—until the client themselves ask me to stop, I don’t stop the service.
After the session, she offered me half a glass of milk as the “free food” and said that was all she had at home. My blood started boiling. The value of my two hours of work turned out to be just half a glass of milk.
I couldn’t say, “Order chicken biryani for me—I can’t drink milk.” In that moment, I realized something: God may have given me this skill, but not the wisdom to earn money from it. Clients knew how to use my skill, but I didn’t know how to use the client’s wallet. Thinking this, I quietly drank it—and while finishing it, I blocked her number in front of her.
For the first time, I wished I had the power to see the future. If I had known that after riding my bike for 20 kilometers, giving someone a two-hour massage, and spending another hour offering casual praise, I would receive only half a glass of milk in return, I would have refused to drink milk for the rest of my life.
Madness Is the Greatest Luxury
In 2018, I was working as a detective agent in a private investigation agency. For the past four days, I had been keeping surveillance on a subject from 9 a.m. to 6 p.m.
One day, a female client called me for a massage. She needed it urgently, but I told her that I could only take an appointment after 7 p.m. She then asked me to come to her home at 7 p.m.
While I was providing the service, she kept complimenting me, repeatedly saying, "You are truly crazy! I could never even imagine this level of madness."
After giving her a 90-minute massage and entertaining her for two hours, I asked for a service charge of ₹1,000.
She said, "Your personality doesn't deserve ₹1,000."
I instantly replied, "You're right ma'am — I actually deserve ₹5,000. But if I charged everyone ₹5,000, I wouldn't be able to continue my research on Kamashastra."
She said, "That's not what I meant. I'll give you only ₹500."
As soon as I stepped out of her society, I sat at a nearby bus stop, lost in self-reflection, trying to understand what "luxury" really means by talking to Ganesh. There is another mind within me, whose name is Ganesh.
Kedi: That client was saying that I don't have "luxury." What does luxury actually mean?
Ganesh: Anything that brings both passion and a sense of fulfillment is luxury. When she saw your madness, she felt that same intensity should also reflect in your appearance — but it didn't. That's why she said that while your service has luxury, your personality doesn't match it.
Kedi: So, does that mean I don't have luxury?
Ganesh: The greatest luxury in the world is madness — the kind that delivers passion and solutions in every situation. And you are filled with that kind of luxury. That's why even when you are in pain, you still appear composed and solution-oriented.
Kedi: Then what is "luxury" in terms of appearance?
Ganesh: Some people prefer passive experiences over active ones — they don't want to participate, they just want to observe. For them, things that look visually appealing feel like luxury.
Kedi: What is not luxury?
Ganesh: Anything that does not create passion or provide fulfillment after achieving it is not luxury. If eating a ₹20 vada pav gives you passion and satisfaction, then that vada pav is luxury for you. But if eating a ₹200 burger gives you neither excitement nor fulfillment, then that burger is not luxury for you.
Kedi: So if I am not "luxury" for someone, it's neither my problem nor theirs — it's just a difference in mindset?
Ganesh: Exactly. Now you understand it correctly. Next time someone says you don't have luxury, accept it immediately — don't feel bad. And for those who do see you as luxury, don't hold back in giving them passion and fulfillment.
Kedi: Why is madness the greatest luxury?
Ganesh: Without madness, luxury does not exist. Only someone who has madness can create or afford luxurious items or services. Everyone who seeks luxury does so because they possess that madness — and they deserve it.
That day, at 11 a.m., I was observing the activities of a stranger, and that same night at 11 p.m., I was sitting at an unknown bus stop, observing the thoughts within myself.
I Played Every Role, She Rolled Me Free!
Tailor Role: One day, a lady called and said she wanted a free body massage from a tailor, so I should come pretending to be a tailor instead of a massage therapist. I told her I could pretend to be a tailor for free, but I couldn’t give a massage for free. She called 3–4 times asking for a free massage, and I refused every time. Finally, she said she would pay for the massage, so I went to her house pretending to be a tailor. I took her measurements and, while staying in the role of a tailor, gave her a massage.
As I was about to leave, she messaged me and said, “I’ll quietly receive it and won’t say anything—you just keep entertaining me.” My mind stopped working at that point. I had no idea how a tailor is supposed to entertain someone, so I didn’t understand how to continue in that role. So I dropped the tailor act and started entertaining her in a different, more romantic boyfriend role.
Plumber Role: The next month, she called again and said she wanted a free massage from a plumber, so I should come pretending to be a plumber instead of a massage therapist. I again refused to give a free massage. Since she had delayed payment last time, I asked for full advance payment this time and said I would only take the appointment if she paid in advance. She paid in full, so I went to her house as a plumber. This time, she actually made me fix the basin and shower pipes. I couldn’t even say that I was not a plumber but a therapist. After pretending to be a plumber for some time, I gave her a massage and entertained her.
The following month, she called again with another strange demand along with a request for a free massage. I refused to provide the service and told her to delete my number.
Stalker Role: A year later, she called again. This time she didn’t ask for a free massage but promised to pay. She said she wanted a massage from a “stalker” who would follow her home, enter suddenly, and start massaging her while she pretended to be asleep. She said she would leave the door open and pretend to sleep in the bedroom, and I should quietly come in, close the door, and suddenly begin the massage. I agreed, saying I could perform any role—I’ve been good at acting since childhood.
After the session, she said she would pay online. However, even after two days, she didn’t pay. When I messaged her about the payment, she said, “I’ll pay when I want. If you message me again for payment, I’ll file a police complaint saying you touched me without permission. You’ll get your payment eventually—don’t message me about it.”
I couldn’t fight over ₹1000, so I blocked her number.
The Salary Of Taj Hotel That Made Me Cry
In 2019, I received a call from a client at the Taj Hotel. Due to a misunderstanding, the call was transferred to the spa department, where I was informed that they required a male therapist. Since I held a diploma in spa therapy, the spa manager called me for an interview.
I was offered a salary of ₹18,000 along with a 10% incentive.
I accepted the job because I had always dreamed of working at the Taj Hotel. I believed I would receive ₹18,000 as a fixed salary and approximately ₹15,000 in incentives, totaling around ₹33,000 per month. My monthly expenses were around ₹25,000–₹30,000, which included household responsibilities and research-related costs.
After joining, my offer letter mentioned only a ₹13,000 salary. The incentive policy stated that incentives would be paid only if I generated ₹100,000 in business per month. In one month, I generated ₹96,000, but I received zero incentive because I fell short by just ₹4,000.
I was the only male therapist at the spa; all the others were female and earned between ₹30,000 and ₹50,000.
My monthly commuting cost alone was ₹4,000. After deducting all expenses, my take-home pay was barely ₹9,000. I was working nine hours a day and traveling 48 km daily (24 km each way from home to the hotel). Earning so little after such effort felt meaningless.
The Taj Hotel dream job turned into a nightmare and forced me to resign within 10 days. As a result, within 10 days of joining, I submitted my resignation with a 30-day notice period. When the HOD asked me to extend my notice period until a new therapist joined, I agreed in support of the business. I believed that if I left early, guests who specifically requested a male therapist might refuse appointments due to the unavailability.
I gave my loyalty and time, but my sacrifice was not acknowledged.
I eventually received a salary of ₹13,000 from the Taj Hotel, despite having worked 243 hours, completed 10–12 hours of overtime, and traveled a total of 1,296 kilometers by bike.
I was not a novice. I held a spa diploma certificate, was a B. Com graduate, had seven years of experience as a massage therapist, and twelve years of overall work experience across various fields. I was also involved in reform work within Sanatan Dharma. By that time, I had worked with more than 20 different companies.
Hustle On, Muscle Gone; Moment On, Money Gone!
I had joined a job at the Taj Hotel, which made it difficult for me to accept same-day freelance massage appointments. One of my regular clients had been booking same-day appointments consistently for the past nine months. However, after I started working full-time at the Taj Hotel during the day, I was no longer able to accommodate daytime bookings and could only take freelance massage appointments at night between 10 PM and 10 AM.
She called me five to six times in the last 20 days to book an appointment. At that time, I was either on duty at the Taj Hotel or already giving a massage to another client. I was engaged in multiple tasks, so taking a same-day appointment was impossible for me. I explained to her that for just one more month I would remain unavailable during the day and could only be available after 10 PM. She responded, "You are deliberately avoiding my appointments. From today, I will never call you again."
Not wanting to lose her as a client, I said, "I will give you a free session tonight at 10 PM. I apologize for the inconvenience. From next month, I will be available 24/7." She agreed and booked the 10 PM appointment.
At the time, I was facing financial difficulties, so offering a full-night session worth ₹2,000 at no charge was a difficult decision. However, since she was a long-term client and I had already missed five to six of her recent appointments—leaving her understandably frustrated—I chose to accept the financial loss in order to preserve the professional relationship.
As I had a couples massage appointment scheduled the following morning at 7 AM, I provided her session from 11 PM to 6 AM and had to leave at 6 AM due to my prior commitment. Providing extended sessions—sometimes continuing until my next scheduled appointment—was part of my professional approach.
As a result:
1. There were occasions when I did not return home for two to three days
2. I often stayed at clients' homes for 15 to 20 nights each month
At the same time, I was also a professional boxer and had recently won my first bout. My training sessions frequently left me severely exhausted and dehydrated. Even so, whenever a client called, I would travel to their home and work through the night, regardless of how physically drained I was.
In 2017, I had posted ten to twelve free entertainment ads on classified websites but later lost access to the login credentials. Those ads went viral in 2018, and nearly 90% of the people who contacted me were seeking free entertainment rather than paid massage services.
The most difficult part was the lack of financial stability:
Boxing provided no income
Taj Hotel salary: ₹13,000
Freelance Massage: ₹10,000
Monthly expenses: ₹26,000
Result: constant financial loss
On top of that, most clients were seeking free entertainment rather than paid massage services.
I could not avoid doing any task. If I had avoided them, I would not have gained the content and wisdom for the books I was planning to write.
Later, when I discussed my situation with her—the client to whom I had provided the complimentary ₹2,000 session—I explained that in the past month alone, I had served 49 clients, but only 10 had paid me; the rest received free services.
Between the physical demands of massage work and the intensity of boxing training, I was completely burned out—both mentally and physically.
Paradox Therapist for Paradox Demands
Some clients would say, “You are a miracle, a magician, a living treasure. It feels strange to pay you so little—you should increase your charges.” On the other hand, some clients would say, “Seeing your smile and excitment, it feels like you enjoyed more than we did—you should be the one paying us.”
Some clients say, “Your charges are very high—please give some discount.” On the other hand, some clients say, “Your charges are cheaper than travelling, so how can we trust your service?”
Some clients would say, “Whenever you come to my location, call me and come directly to my home. Don’t maintain your privacy rules for me.” On the other hand, some clients say, “Don’t call me under any circumstances. If you call, I will immediately block your number. Please maintain your privacy.”
Some clients would say, “We’ve ordered food—what would you like to eat? Let’s eat together.” On the other hand, some clients say, “We’re having food—take a break and sit there.”
Some clients would say, “You’ve come for a massage—please do only that and nothing else.” On the other hand, some clients say, “Please bring cigarettes, alcohol, chocolates, flowers, medicines, and many other things—and also do the decoration before the massage session.”
Some clients say, “Share my number with your other clients—I want to meet them.” On the other hand, some clients say, “Don’t share my number with anyone under any circumstances.”
Some clients say, “I want you to take charge over me—be 100% dominant.” On the other hand, some clients say, “I want to take charge over you—be 100% submissive.”
Some clients say, “Let’s take a photo together while having fun.” On the other hand, some clients say, “We are having fun; don’t take photos together.”
Some clients say, “Keep praising me continuously, say something, show your skills of tongue.” On the other hand, some clients say, “Don’t say a single word—just silently do the massage and leave, don't use your tongue.”
Spiritual Writer to Comedy Writer
In May, 2020, One night, I had very negative emotions, wondering if I was on the right path and if I was somehow committing a sin. I had done many different kinds of jobs, but I never had to face mental suffering anywhere. The only field where I experienced countless mental pain was the massage field.
It started to feel as if I must have committed many sins, which is why I wanted to become a massage therapist, and now I am being forced to suffer for all those sins. Perhaps because of my sins, some of my clients think about saving money instead of paying me properly after the service.
After deep self-reflection, I discovered the 24 rules of sin and virtue and their existence. After that, I wrote another chapter of Kedi Purana titled "24 Rules of Sin and Virtue."
During the 2020 lockdown, I stopped doing massage work and started writing. What I wanted to write and what I had heard were completely different. Still, since the world would read it, I began writing what the world already knew or what it could accept. I kept postponing writing the truth because until then I had only been hearing lies. To understand the reality of Sanatan Dharma, I decided to become a sadhu. I learned to wear a dhoti on YouTube, and to collect evidence for my book, I traveled to Rishikesh, Kamakhya, Varanasi, and Ujjain.
When I realized that I was writing a religious text and also a chapter on astrology, I noticed that I had no formal training or certificate in astrology. In 2022, I needed to collect ₹30,000 to learn astrology. Because of my habit of speaking the truth, I wasn’t getting a job anywhere. So I decided to earn money by becoming a joker. I started entertaining guests at parties as a clown mascot. Once I arranged the money, I joined astrology classes and began learning KP astrology.
Massage work used to bring ₹1000–₹2000, but for astrology work, no one was even ready to pay ₹100. Only rarely would a client pay ₹500. When I went to my village in 2023, villagers started showing me their birth charts. I read nine horoscopes in the village, and no one gave me even ₹10. I had told them to give either money as dakshina or even peanuts. One relative showed three charts and gave a few peanuts in return, but the rest gave neither peanuts nor money.
I even matched marriage horoscopes, but they couldn’t give even ₹10 as dakshina, they said they don’t have peanuts now will give leter. I was saying it as an idiom — “Give money as dakshina or at least peanuts,” meaning just ₹10–₹20. But they took it literally as actual peanuts, and even then, they didn’t give any.
That day I realized I had learned astrology only to write a book, not to read people’s horoscopes. After reading my own horoscope, I already knew from the first day that I wouldn’t earn money from astrology.
In 2023, for astrology practice, I rented a room in Malad. There, astrology happened less and parties happened more. To research addiction, I decided to become an addict for a few days. I allowed local addicts to come to my room and use substances, and in return I listened to their stories, gathered information related to addiction, and studied it.
From 1989 to 2023, I had never used any intoxicants. Before 2022 my massage clients want to have some acholoc and give massage, but I was refused becouase I was not drinking alcohol and I was on my duty. But in 2023 I realised if I had not that kind of experience in life, I will miss something that shuld I must know before writing scriptured. So, I inform all my addict clients that I m ready to take intoxication, come to my room, teach me how to do intoxication, and then I will give you massage service.
In 2023, to gain practical experience for my research on addiction, I tried some substances myself and fell ill. Within four months, I abandoned the research halfway and ran back home to Vashi.
In March 2020, as soon as the lockdown began, I started writing. I first wrote 20 charolis (short poems) and showed them to my friends and my brother. They said they sounded good, but they couldn’t understand anything. Then I thought, if I am putting in so much effort writing charolis that not everyone can understand, I should write articles instead, so that everyone can understand and my effort does not go to waste. At that very moment, I said goodbye to charolis and began writing a book.
During the entire lockdown, I wrote a book on Sanatan Dharma in Hindi and published it for free on Amazon. However, I was not happy with my writing. The reason was simple—I did not agree with what I had written in my own book. For a week, I kept thinking that perhaps I was the first foolish writer who writes things he himself does not believe in.
In my book, I had written what the world believes, but I knew that it was not the truth. Then I decided that to understand the reality of both the world’s beliefs and my own truth, I would live as a renunciant (sadhu) for some time and gather real evidence by living among them.
With this thought, I set out on a bike journey across India. I stayed in ashrams of sadhus and aghoris in places like Rishikesh, Ujjain, Varanasi, Kamakhya, and Tiruchirappalli, living as a sadhu and even practicing as a tantric. I also traveled across India on a bike, except for Ladakh and Manipur, and visited many famous temples.
One day, at Gita Bhawan, a sadhu asked me, “Did you write your religious book from your own mind?” I said yes. But at that very moment, I began to question myself—what does it really mean to write from one’s own mind? When I found the answer, I was shocked. I had not written the book from my own mind. In fact, my mind was against it. I had written the beliefs and ideas of others, which were not truly mine.
At that very moment, I deleted both the Word and PDF files of that book and started writing a new one. Before beginning, I made a rule for myself: regardless of what the world believes or what the world wants to read, I will write only what I have experienced and what reflects my own thoughts and beliefs.
I will not include even a single word from others in my book. Therefore, whenever someone reads my book, they will not find a single line from another author, nor any kind of reference. Those who write by referring to others need references. But those who write from their own experience do not need to cite any other book. As a result, when I wrote the book based on others’ beliefs, it took only four months, and by the fifth month, it was published online. However, when I started writing from my own mind, it took me five years to complete my first book.
In 2025, my first book on Sanatan Dharma was published by Motilal Banarasidass Publication. One of my clients, who had known for the past five years that I travel across India on a bike to write a book on Sanatan Dharma, immediately bought my book as soon as I posted a picture of its publication on my profile. He became the first customer of my book.
When I visited his home to get his review and opinion, he appreciated my knowledge but also shared a concern. The language of the book was educational and scientific in tone, which made it difficult for him to read. Because he did not understand the meaning of some words, he struggled to grasp entire sentences.
Life has always played jokes on me at every step, so from Diwali 2025 onward, I began transforming those experiences into the Kedi Purana, creating a modern and humorous Purana. To compose the Vedas, I also started writing Dev Vandanas.
So far, I have written seven Dev Vandanas, including Ganapati Vandana, Gauri Vandana, Shiva Vandana, Brahma Vandana, Vishnu Vandana, 33 Koti Vandana, and Kalki Vandana, among others.
Grateful to the Clients Who Made This Research Possible
Not all of my clients were greedy or miserly. Some were truly beautiful, friendly, and generous at heart. A few clients even paid me extra. It was only because of them that I was able to travel more than 100,000 kilometers across India on my bike while researching Sanatan Dharma and Hindu philosophy.
Because of some clients, I experienced five-star hotel stays, luxury food, and even flight trips. I also had access to various indulgent experiences, and many of my personal fantasies were fulfilled. I gained new and beautiful life experiences. Most importantly, it was through them that I came to understand and experience the deeper mysteries of the 108 elements of the mind and 108 entities of spirit, along with diverse human lifestyles.
Conclusion
I have worked in many professions in my life—some for only 10 days, and some for 6 months. The only profession I stayed in for a full 10 years was that of a spa therapist, from 2013 to 2023, during which I provided massage services to more than 1,000 clients.
In my massage work, I have had some very bad experiences—if I write about them, you will feel pity for me. I have had some very good experiences—if I write about them, you will feel jealous of me. And I have had some truly extraordinary experiences—if I write about them, you might think my entire book is a lie.
That is why I have not written about the very bad, the very good, or the extraordinary experiences—and perhaps I never will. Because I do not want to create pity or jealousy for myself in your mind, nor do I want to prove myself as great or fortunate. If you still want to read it, then change your perspective. I have written it from a comedic point of view—but the moment you change your perspective, you will find both tragedy and treasure in it.
After reading my story, you will definitely feel that I am a stupid guy, and you will be totally right without any doubt. There are three characters present on this earth: one you should follow, one you have nothing to follow, and one you should never follow. I am the third one.
Learn from my journey, don’t follow my journey.
Note: This content represents the complete ebook titled "From Spa Therapist to Sanatan Scripture Writer" and is also a chapter from "Kedi Purana", a 64-chapter work authored by Kedi Ganapati. Kedi Purana is a modern Purana of the present and final Kaliyuga.
