YET AGAIN UNTO SHABARI GHOSH FOR HER DEPTH OF FEELING FOR THE NEGLECTED AND THE DYING

YET AGAIN UNTO SHABARI GHOSH [Shabari Ghosh] FOR HER DEPTH OF FEELING FOR THE NEGLECTED AND THE DYING

You have a discerning mind and a feeling heart, too. The arm in action being made ready through proper qualification and placement in the administrative world, you will do seminal work for the country in the future. Then shall you be equipped with the triple arsenal of the head, the heart and the hands as Swamiji had envisaged his future followers would be in the execution of his blueprint of plans for the national regeneration-- the heart to feel the misery of his fallen people, the head to conceive of grand and practicable ideas for the amelioration of his fallen countrymen's socioeconomic status and the hands to execute and give active fruition to what the heart felt and the head thought of.

Unto such a dawn, my child,
I send these lines tonight,
They'll waft through the starry skies
To welcome you with the light.

Written by Sugata Bose

Shabari Ghosh I'm honoured Sir, but not yet ready to grasp all such praise and admiration and I feel I'm not worthy of it. This makes me ashamed.

Sugata Bose Shabari Ghosh Morning shows the day, my father used to often quote this old adage, and, so, I also say unto thee that there are yet things brewing up in the womb of history unknown to thee for which ye must prepare lest the hour passes and the chance to fulfil the Mother's hopes goes with it, for She is ever active in Her dispensation of opportunity and occasion to Her children and in Her wide dispersal of the seeds of Her future fruition, never stopping as She relentlessly courses through the frontiers of time, space and causality, here bestowing on one Her gift, there showering Her graces on another, even as She empowers the one She chooses to be able to do Her bidding. Hence, unbounded is Her bounty, inviolable Her will and ceaseless Her passage through Time whose consort She is, creating, preserving, destroying things in Her play of unfathomable ends. That She so chooses you to do Her bidding you can but bow down and submit to it like an observant and obedient daughter in whom She Herself manifests her Being that otherwise eludes all in its transcendent habitat. God bless you, my child !