19 September, 1893, a red-letter day in the history of the world, a point crystallised in time, the moment of fusion, the confluence of the past and the present, realisation and faith, the Oriental and the Occidental traditions.
Vedanta of the forests comes alive in the broad daylight of the city, in the avenue of occidental march through modernity.
The free soul seeking freedom, such is the predicament in Maya.
The discovery of the Self.
Oh, what a scientist Swamiji was, what a stupendous seer, way ahead of the times, gazing into the coming millenia with unerring vision, for such was his power of projection of his universal mind that had shed limitation to remain merged in Nature (Prakriti-leen) and flowed unhindered to apprehend truth in its majesty Absolute as also in all its relativistic reality.
The catholicity of the Vedic vision, the universality of its message far transcends the narrow confines of conventional religious thinking of the rest of the world where dogma stifles creativity and indoctrination forces out the flavour of the human soul amidst the myriad monstrosities of medieval ministration.
True indeed that Swamiji was the handiwork of Thakur, else, who could have chiselled out such a Taj Mahal of a man?
He called himself 'condensed India'. It also means thus, condensed Sanatan Dharma (Hinduism).
Who did Thakur choose for his work? None else, none else, Narendranath / Bireshwar / Biley / Loren / Dutta.
So, there you have God's certificate.
@Bhaskar Mukherjee, today you sparked off a Deepavali on fb. You have literally lit up the enfeebled flame of my dipping soul with the fireworks of Swamiji.
Pity it is that so few partook of this prasad lavished by you!
Alas! the Geeta was spoken to but one man and even today it is but the solitary reaper that gathers the harvest musing over the meditations of life.
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