Friday, 31 March 2023
Thursday, 30 March 2023
SOME ARE BORN MONASTICS
SOME ARE BORN MONASTICS
Some are born monastics. They never find happiness in family. Thakur's disciple, Purna, was one such. He was an Ishwarkoti in the eyes of Thakur. His spiritual consciousness was ever at the fifth plane. He died early as prophesied by Thakur.
Never at ease with his father over his association with Thakur, Purna Chandra Ghosh used to stealthily meet his Divine Master and receive grace, love and spiritual instructions. M, the chronicler of the Gospel, used to often arrange for these meetings. Purna's father was violently opposed to Sri Ramakrishna mentoring his son spiritually which he viewed with current customary sceptical alarm. Accordingly he tried every means to dissuade his son but to no avail.
When Sri Ramakrishna died, Purna was spiritually orphaned like the others but carried on with his domestic marital life like a lotus floating on water but never sinking in it. The Master had been gracious in life and in death. Sometimes Purna used to visit his brother disciples in Belur Math and share memories of old with them. Sometimes he would stroll in the northern hills amidst the peacefulness of Nature and recollect his days of bliss at the feet of his Master. Thus Purna's life passed till in his forty sixth year he passed away peacefully at home to unite with his Master wherever he beckoned him.
But his days are not over in this terrestrial plane. Cometh the Master, cometh his entourage. We eagerly await Purna's earthly homecoming once more, albeit in whatever incarnate role he may be drawn in by his beloved Guru.
Written by Sugata Bose
IF TRUTH INDEED IS GOD
IF TRUTH INDEED IS GOD
If Truth is God, why align with untruth in the name of God? Why not fight for the rightful resurrection of the direct disciple status of Tulsi Maharaj (Swami Nirmalananda)?
Devotees, come alive. Awake to the truth and help it triumph over propagated untruth. How can you allow decadence in the Order and even accentuate it with your tacit support? You owe it to Thakur to adhere to truth and struggle for its rightful establishment in the very heart of his movement where the truth regarding Tulsi Maharaj's spiritual lineage has been forced into exile.
"Organisation breeds new evils," Swamiji brooded when as yet unsure whether to organise his Master's mission or not. Must you side with such a lapse that has seen its unfortunate entry into the structural scheme of things? There are other glaring lapses as well but suffice it to address this issue first. Why are you silent supporters of untruth? Is this devotion? Is this spirituality? Or is this the spineless attitude of the compromising coward who leads a gellyfishlike earthly existence? Resurrect Tulsi Maharaj, I say, and with it resurrect your self in the pursuit of truth.
Written by Sugata Bose
đļ SONG đĩ ON ANTARA
đļ SONG đĩ ON ANTARA
There was a star
That lit up the sky.
It waxed in the heavens
And wafted through space nearby.
Oh, the light streaming through,
The glow gleaming nigh.
Solitary stellar being,
Waltzing through the vault up on high.
Composed by Sugata Bose
(a) āĻ˛āĻেāĻ° āĻĒেāĻāĻ¨ āĻ˛āĻ |
āĻ¤াāĻ° āĻĒেāĻāĻ¨েāĻ āĻ˛āĻ |
āĻāĻ° āĻ¤াāĻ° āĻĒেāĻāĻ¨েāĻ āĻ˛āĻ āĻāĻ°ে
āĻŽাāĻ°āĻে āĻ¯āĻ¤ āĻāĻ |
(b) Ki Gurui paile? Fazil Guru!
(c) Whole day I write.
How many do you read?
Why should I give credence
To what you want me heed?
Wednesday, 29 March 2023
MESSAGES GALORE ... 38
MESSAGES GALORE ... 38
1. It were better if truth were to pay a visit than the President to the once hallowed precincts of the monastery. And if money were to make a holy exit!
2. Unholy is the association of money with monasticism if even organised unto welfare work. Money invariably corrupts.
3. Swamiji wanted to free devotees, not enslave them to organisation. If devotees confuse Thakur to be his Mission, then they will have failed the Swami in terms of right perception of his famous statement that called the Sangha as the veritable body of Thakur. Remember, the body of Thakur and not the soul, and the affirmation has its validity and expiry in time as also has been explicitly enunciated by Swamiji.
4. Is there a moderate who was once not an extremist and who will once more not an extremist be? Life is a moderation between extreme ends.
5. āĻāĻ্āĻা, āĻ াāĻুāĻ°েāĻ° ā§§ā§Ŧ āĻāĻ¨ āĻ¸āĻ¨্āĻ¨্āĻ¯াāĻ¸ী āĻļিāĻˇ্āĻ¯, āĻāĻĨাāĻা āĻি āĻˇোāĻ˛ āĻāĻ¨া āĻ¸āĻ¤্āĻ¯? āĻ¤ুāĻ˛āĻ¸ী āĻŽāĻšাāĻ°াāĻ (āĻ¸্āĻŦাāĻŽী āĻ¨িāĻ°্āĻŽāĻ˛াāĻ¨āĻ¨্āĻĻ) āĻ¤াāĻšāĻ˛ে āĻে? āĻাāĻ° āĻļিāĻˇ্āĻ¯?
6.
āĻ°াāĻŽāĻৃāĻˇ্āĻŖ āĻŽিāĻļāĻ¨েāĻ° āĻāĻ্āĻ¤āĻĻেāĻ° āĻ
āĻŦāĻļ্āĻ¯ āĻāĻ°্āĻ¤āĻŦ্āĻ¯ āĻ¤ুāĻ˛āĻ¸ী āĻŽāĻšাāĻ°াāĻেāĻ° (āĻ¸্āĻŦাāĻŽী āĻ¨িāĻ°্āĻŽāĻ˛াāĻ¨āĻ¨্āĻĻেāĻ°) āĻļ্āĻ°ীāĻ°াāĻŽāĻৃāĻˇ্āĻŖāĻļিāĻˇ্āĻ¯āĻ°ূāĻĒে āĻ¯āĻĨাāĻ¯োāĻ্āĻ¯ āĻ¸্āĻĨাāĻ¨ āĻŽāĻ°্āĻ¯াāĻĻাāĻ¸āĻšāĻাāĻ°ে āĻĒুāĻ¨ঃāĻĒ্āĻ°াāĻĒ্āĻ¤িāĻ° āĻāĻ¨্āĻ¯ āĻŽāĻ āĻāĻ°্āĻ¤ৃāĻĒāĻ্āĻˇেāĻ° āĻাāĻে āĻ¸āĻŽāĻ¸্āĻŦāĻ°ে āĻāĻŦেāĻĻāĻ¨ āĻāĻ°া | āĻŦৃāĻĨা āĻāĻ্āĻ¤ি āĻ¯āĻĻি āĻāĻ āĻ¸āĻ¤্āĻ¯āĻ¸ংāĻ¸্āĻĨাāĻĒāĻ¨ে āĻ¤াঁāĻĻেāĻ° āĻ
āĻ¨ীāĻšা āĻĻেāĻা āĻĻেā§, āĻ˛āĻ্āĻাāĻāĻ° āĻাāĻĒুāĻ°ুāĻˇāĻ¤া āĻ¯া āĻ¸্āĻŦাāĻŽীāĻীāĻ° āĻāĻাāĻ¨্āĻ¤ āĻৃāĻŖিāĻ¤ āĻিāĻ˛ | āĻ¤ুāĻ˛āĻ¸ী āĻŽāĻšাāĻ°াāĻেāĻ° āĻĒ্āĻ°āĻ¤ি āĻāĻ āĻ
āĻŦিāĻাāĻ° āĻ
āĻŦিāĻ˛āĻŽ্āĻŦে āĻŦāĻ¨্āĻ§ āĻš'āĻ |
7.
āĻāĻ āĻŦāĻāĻি āĻĒāĻĄ়ুāĻ¨ | āĻ¸āĻŦ āĻŦুāĻāĻ¤ে āĻĒাāĻ°āĻŦেāĻ¨ āĻ¤ুāĻ˛āĻ¸ী āĻŽāĻšাāĻ°াāĻ (āĻ¸্āĻŦাāĻŽী āĻ¨িāĻ°্āĻŽāĻ˛াāĻ¨āĻ¨্āĻĻ) āĻাāĻ° āĻļিāĻˇ্āĻ¯ āĻিāĻ˛েāĻ¨ |
Read this book. You will come to a clear understanding as to whose disciple Tulsi Maharaj (Swami Nirmalananda) was.
8.
āĻ˛āĻেāĻ° āĻĒেāĻāĻ¨ āĻ˛āĻ |
āĻ¤াāĻ° āĻĒেāĻāĻ¨েāĻ āĻ˛āĻ |
āĻāĻ° āĻ¤াāĻ° āĻĒেāĻāĻ¨েāĻ āĻ˛āĻ āĻāĻ°ে
āĻŽাāĻ°āĻে āĻ¯āĻ¤ āĻāĻ |
9.
āĻ¯ে āĻৃāĻĒাā§ āĻāĻ¨্āĻŽ āĻšā§েāĻে,
āĻ¸ে āĻৃāĻĒাā§ āĻŽুāĻ্āĻ¤ āĻšāĻŦ |
10. The very grace that has engendered me is the grace that shall liberate.
11. How much of spirituality can exist in this material world? Mighty little because Matter rules here while the Spirit sends currents from unseen quarters. All earthly matters are bound in money.
12.
āĻŦাāĻĄ়ীāĻ° āĻ˛োāĻāĻ āĻ
āĻ§িāĻাংāĻļ āĻ্āĻˇেāĻ¤্āĻ°ে āĻ¸āĻ°্āĻŦাāĻĒেāĻ্āĻˇা āĻ্āĻˇāĻ¤ি āĻāĻ°ে | āĻāĻাāĻ āĻ¸āĻ¤্āĻ¯ | āĻ¤াāĻ āĻŽা āĻ¸āĻšিāĻˇ্āĻŖু āĻšāĻ¤ে āĻŦāĻ˛েāĻেāĻ¨ āĻ¸āĻāĻ˛েāĻ° āĻ¸āĻ্āĻে, āĻ¸āĻšāĻŽāĻ°্āĻŽী āĻšāĻ¤ে āĻŦāĻ˛েāĻেāĻ¨ āĻ¸্āĻŦাāĻŽীāĻী |
13. Non-resistance for the sannyasi. This the highest virtue.
14. āĻāĻ¤ āĻŦ্āĻ°āĻ¤ āĻāĻĒāĻŦাāĻ¸ āĻāĻĒ āĻ¤āĻĒ āĻāĻ°ে āĻšিāĻ¨্āĻĻুāĻ° āĻāĻ āĻ āĻŦāĻ¸্āĻĨা ? āĻāĻ°্āĻŽāĻাāĻŖ্āĻĄে āĻĒāĻĄ়ে āĻāĻে ? āĻāĻ° āĻ¨াāĻŽ āĻি āĻেāĻ¤āĻ¨া ?
15. āĻāĻ¤্āĻŽāĻļুāĻĻ্āĻ§ি āĻāĻŦāĻļ্āĻ¯āĻ | āĻāĻ¤্āĻŽāĻ¸ংāĻ¸্āĻাāĻ° āĻĒ্āĻ°ā§োāĻāĻ¨ |
16.
āĻ¯āĻāĻ¨ āĻিāĻ˛াāĻŽ āĻāĻা,
āĻĒেā§েāĻি āĻĻেāĻা
āĻ¨িāĻেāĻ° āĻŽাāĻে, āĻ āĻ¨্āĻ¤āĻ°ে |
17. āĻৃāĻ¤িāĻ° āĻ¸াāĻ°্āĻĨāĻāĻ¤া āĻীāĻ°্āĻ¤িāĻ¤ে āĻāĻ° āĻ¸াāĻ§াāĻ°āĻŖেāĻ° āĻ¸াāĻ°্āĻĨāĻāĻ¤া āĻŽৃāĻ¤্āĻ¯ুāĻ¤ে | āĻ¤াāĻ° āĻāĻ¤্āĻŽāĻ¤্āĻ¯াāĻāĻ āĻূāĻˇāĻŖ |
18. āĻে āĻŦুāĻāĻŦে āĻি āĻ˛িāĻি ? āĻ¨āĻĨি āĻ°েāĻে āĻেāĻ˛াāĻŽ āĻ¨া āĻ¤ো |
19. Even suffering can be spiritual. Silent suffers the soulful man.
20. The root of all suffering is this vile ego.
21. When death strikes, strikes the rod of God.
22. When all have abandoned, out of the dark emerges a luminous arm.
23. Roughness knows no love.
24. Little are the limits within which man confines himself. Swamiji has thus said, "Man, the infinite dreamer, dreaming finite dreams."
25. You don't have to call. None need call me. I am happy by myself, alone biding by time till the last moment comes as welcome relief to the pain of earthly existence.
26. āĻāĻ°্āĻŽ āĻļুāĻ§ু āĻিāĻ¤্āĻ¤āĻļুāĻĻ্āĻ§ি, āĻāĻ¤্āĻŽāĻŦিāĻাāĻļেāĻ° āĻāĻ¨্āĻ¯ | āĻĢāĻ˛েāĻ° āĻাāĻŽāĻ¨াā§ āĻাāĻ āĻি ? āĻĢāĻ˛াāĻাāĻ্āĻ্āĻˇা āĻŦৃāĻĨা āĻŦāĻ¨্āĻ§āĻ¨েāĻ° āĻাāĻ°āĻŖ āĻšā§ে āĻĒāĻ°ে | āĻŦিāĻĄ়āĻŽ্āĻŦāĻ¨া !
27. āĻāĻা āĻিāĻ˛াāĻŽ | āĻāĻা āĻāĻি | āĻāĻা āĻĨাāĻāĻŦ |
28. We live not a life. We suffer it.
29. āĻ¯াāĻ° āĻ¯āĻ¤ āĻেāĻ¤āĻ¨া āĻāĻŽ, āĻ¤াāĻ° āĻāĻˇ্āĻ āĻ¤āĻ¤ āĻŦেāĻļী |
30. There are many who mistreat me and the number swells by the day. Such is the tribulation of life.
We all live in our islands. None to communicate with. So so many spend their lives and so have I so often. I am happy by myself, alone biding by time till the last moment comes as welcome relief to the pain of earthly existence.
31. For years have I spent alone and years more to come. Thus one passes through life friendless, without a soul to sympathise, devoid of resonance and destitute of possessions till death embraces one in its loving ❤️ arms.
32. The life of the individual is the life of the nation. How inextricably the twain are linked!
33. We are growing at 18 million a year. If this population explosion continues, we are in for dangerous times ahead. There will be a total collapse of the national system unless urgent measures are adopted to address this population boom.
34. The intolerant can never be spiritual. Hence, spirituality is well nigh absent in political cults masquerading as religion.
35. The plight of man is that he knows not what to do with his intelligence. Mischiefmonger this intelligence is.
36. When life dries up, death seizes. When death has taken its toll, life afresh releases.
37. Our collective life today is in the hands of a few individuals. And this is the tragedy we have brought upon ourselves in having neglected our democratic duties. Now we are at the mercy of the merciless.
38. The dictator takes the guise of the democrat with seductive speeches and insincere intent even as dictatorship slowly replaces democracy. As population booms and ignorance proliferates, democracy wanes.
39. Exercise your intelligence to combat corruption at every level of national life. Charity must begin at home though.
40. Public servants must not behave as monarchs and queens. They must be shown their place through effective public response to their misdemeanours.
41. The mind of man revolves round the Self and spirals into it in much the same manner as celestial bodies fall into their source. The universe is a case of collapsing consequence unto its very origin.
42. We love to live the life of man but how easy to be rendered into beasts that fight.
43. We seek the one that seeks not.
44. Expression comes easy when the heart is full. Fullness is the source of spontaneity.
45. The sense of the self the less we have, the nearer we are to the Self.
46. āĻŽূāĻ˛্āĻ¯āĻŦোāĻ§েāĻ° āĻ āĻŦāĻ্āĻˇā§ āĻĻেāĻļেāĻ° āĻ¸āĻ°্āĻŦāĻ¸্āĻ¤āĻ°ে āĻāĻĄ়িā§ে āĻেāĻে | āĻāĻ° āĻĒ্āĻ°āĻ¤িāĻাāĻ°েāĻ° āĻāĻĒাā§ āĻāĻ¤্āĻŽāĻ¤্āĻ¯াāĻ, āĻāĻ°িāĻ¤্āĻ°āĻāĻ āĻ¨ |
47. In England they play a lot of cricket. Cricket is famously 'a gentleman's game'. Yet, the English have been most ungentlemanly in their colonial consequences. It wasn't cricket after all.
48. Caste has had its benefits too. It has resisted conversion. Were it not for the rigidity of caste, Hindus would have been en masse converted to Islam and Christianity.
49.
āĻšৃāĻĻā§েāĻ° āĻ¸āĻŽ্āĻĒ্āĻ°āĻ¸াāĻ°āĻŖāĻ āĻ§āĻ°্āĻŽ, āĻ¸ংāĻোāĻāĻ¨ āĻ
āĻ§āĻ°্āĻŽ | āĻ¸্āĻŦাāĻŽীāĻী āĻāĻ āĻāĻĨাāĻি āĻāĻ°āĻ āĻŦিāĻ°াāĻ āĻ¤াā§āĻĒāĻ°্āĻ¯āĻŽā§ āĻāĻ°ে āĻŦāĻ˛েāĻেāĻ¨, "āĻ¸āĻŽ্āĻĒ্āĻ°āĻ¸াāĻ°āĻŖāĻ āĻীāĻŦāĻ¨, āĻ¸ংāĻোāĻāĻ¨ āĻŽৃāĻ¤্āĻ¯ু |" āĻ¤াঁāĻ° āĻ¯োāĻāĻĻৃāĻˇ্āĻিāĻ¤ে āĻ¸āĻŽāĻ¸্āĻ¤ āĻীāĻŦāĻ¨āĻ āĻ§āĻ°্āĻŽাāĻ§āĻ°্āĻŽেāĻ° āĻ্āĻ°ীāĻĄ়াāĻ্āĻˇেāĻ¤্āĻ° | āĻāĻāĻāĻাāĻŦে āĻļ্āĻ°ীāĻ
āĻ°āĻŦিāĻ¨্āĻĻ āĻŦāĻ˛েāĻেāĻ¨, "āĻ¸āĻŽāĻ্āĻ° āĻীāĻŦāĻ¨āĻ āĻ¯োāĻ |"
50. āĻ¯ে āĻ¨িāĻে āĻা āĻŦাঁāĻিā§ে āĻāĻ˛ে, āĻ¤াāĻ° āĻāĻāĻŦাāĻ¨āĻ˛াāĻ āĻāĻāĻ¨āĻ āĻšāĻŦে āĻ¨া |
51. Hard work pays. Of course it does. Dreams are built upon hard mental work and hard labour following, ever the labour of love.
52. Do what you love to do, and do it well.
53. Whenever in doubt or despair, just love ❤️. Intensity of love should be such, so one-pointed, so concentrated that life's vicissitudes are overcome with ease. This makes labour fruitful, work conducing to welfare, health wholesome and the mind merry even as the vagaries of life at any rate take their toll.
54. Attachment is the mother of misery.
55. There comes a time when the nerves are too hyper-strung to allow any further load of desire. Then the mind recoils from the senses unto the Self.
56. Death looming large as the pyre blazes. In a moment of insignificant bliss all knots will be cut asunder and the Spirit released into the limpid spaces of infinite freedom.
57. Sometimes the soul seeks solace in solitude.
58. Thakur weeps as we neglect him to our own downfall. And yet, as Sri Aurobindo says, "The Divine may lead but does not drive."
59. Great is the one who is detached.
60. Allow others a bit of space to breathe. A crushing proximity so often suffocates. Let there be airspace between for distinction to delight.
61. Light up your life with the love of Thakur. But for that you have to think of him constantly, through the day, every hour, every minute, every moment. Then the blissful vision shall be.
62. āĻ াāĻুāĻ°েāĻ° āĻŦিāĻˇā§ āĻেāĻĄ়ে āĻিāĻ¨্āĻ¤া āĻāĻ°āĻ˛েāĻ āĻেāĻ˛ ! āĻ¸āĻŦ āĻেāĻ˛ !
63. There is Maya all around. Enmeshed we are in it. Whosoever the Mother casts Her gracious glance on, unto him/her belongs liberation.
64. There is mischief in Maya and it is in this apparent assigning of personality with all its sensory limitations to the Impersonal Being.
65. The private man has now become public. And there's the difficulty.
66. Help thyself. Who else can help thee?
67. Labour. But not as slave. Like a master work.
68. If today we sow, tomorrow we reap. Let's get to work right now.
69.
āĻ¤ুāĻ˛āĻ¸ীāĻাāĻে āĻāĻ˛ āĻ¤ো āĻĻিāĻ¤ে āĻšāĻŦে | āĻ¤াāĻ¤ে āĻļুāĻোāĻ¤ে āĻ¤ো āĻĻেāĻā§া āĻ¯াā§ āĻ¨া | āĻ¯াঁāĻ°া āĻ¸āĻŽ্āĻĒāĻ°্āĻ āĻļুāĻোāĻ¤ে āĻাāĻ¨, āĻ¤াঁāĻĻেāĻ° āĻ¸িāĻ্āĻāĻ¨āĻāĻ°্āĻŽে āĻ
āĻ¨ুāĻĒ্āĻ°াāĻŖিāĻ¤ āĻāĻ°া āĻāĻŽাāĻĻেāĻ° āĻĻাā§িāĻ¤্āĻŦ, āĻāĻŽাāĻĻেāĻ° āĻāĻ°্āĻ¤āĻŦ্āĻ¯ -- āĻāĻ āĻাāĻŦāĻি āĻ°াāĻāĻ˛েāĻ āĻā§ āĻ¸ুāĻ¨িāĻļ্āĻিāĻ¤ | āĻāĻ¸āĻ˛ে, āĻāĻ āĻ¤ো āĻ¸েāĻ āĻŽāĻšাāĻাāĻ°āĻ¤েāĻ° āĻ¸ংāĻাāĻ¤, āĻĒাāĻ°িāĻŦাāĻ°িāĻ āĻ
āĻ¨্āĻ¤āĻ°্āĻĻ্āĻŦāĻ¨্āĻĻ | āĻিāĻ¨্āĻ¤ু āĻāĻŦাāĻ° āĻĒ্āĻ°āĻŖাāĻŽāĻŽāĻ¨্āĻ¤্āĻ°ে āĻā§āĻ˛াāĻ | āĻ¤াāĻ āĻļ্āĻ°āĻĻ্āĻ§াāĻ° āĻাāĻŦ āĻ
āĻ্āĻˇুāĻŖ্āĻŖ āĻ°েāĻেāĻ āĻāĻোāĻ¤ে āĻšāĻŦে | āĻ¨āĻāĻ˛ে āĻāĻˇ্āĻāĻ¸িāĻĻ্āĻ§িāĻ° āĻŽাāĻ°্āĻে āĻ
āĻ¨িāĻˇ্āĻāĻ¸াāĻ§āĻ¨ āĻšā§ে āĻ¯াāĻŦে āĻ¯ে āĻ¯া āĻāĻāĻ¨āĻ āĻ
āĻিāĻĒ্āĻ°েāĻ¤ āĻ¨ā§ | āĻ¸āĻ¤্āĻ¯āĻ°āĻ্āĻˇা āĻāĻ°āĻ¤ে āĻিā§ে āĻ¯েāĻ¨ āĻ
āĻ¸ংāĻ¸্āĻৃāĻ¤ āĻ¨া āĻšā§ে āĻĒāĻĄ়ি āĻāĻŽāĻ°া | āĻ¤ুāĻ˛āĻ¸ীāĻাāĻāĻ āĻāĻ āĻāĻāĻ āĻŦৃāĻ¨্āĻĻাāĻŦāĻ¨েāĻ° āĻ
āĻŽৃāĻ¤āĻĢāĻ˛āĻĻাā§ী āĻŦৃāĻ্āĻˇ | āĻ¤াāĻ° āĻীāĻŦāĻ¨āĻাāĻš্āĻ¨āĻŦীāĻ āĻāĻ āĻāĻāĻ āĻĒāĻ°āĻŽāĻšংāĻ¸েāĻ° āĻĒāĻĻāĻ¯ুāĻāĻ˛ āĻšāĻ¤ে āĻ¨িঃāĻ¸ৃāĻ¤ | āĻ āĻŦিāĻˇā§ে āĻ
āĻাāĻ্āĻ¯ āĻĒ্āĻ°āĻŽাāĻŖ āĻāĻে āĻāĻাāĻ§িāĻ, āĻ¤া āĻ্āĻ°āĻŽāĻļ āĻĒ্āĻ°āĻাāĻļ্āĻ¯ |
70. Develop spiritually. That is the one thing permanent in an ephemeral world.
71. Our axis of earthly rotation is the Self. Like the axis is immaterial about which material bodies rotate, so is the Self pure Spirit about which the material personality rotates as it traverses the cycle of lives till it spirals into spiritual perfection. ā¤्ā¤°ाā¤Žā¤¯ā¤¨्ā¤¸ā¤°्ā¤ĩā¤ूā¤¤ाā¤¨ि ā¤¯ā¤¨्ā¤¤्ā¤°ाā¤°ूā¤ĸाā¤¨ि ā¤Žाā¤¯ā¤¯ा ||
72. āĻŦৈāĻāĻŦ āĻāĻ° āĻāĻāĻŦাāĻ¨ āĻāĻাāĻ¸āĻ¨ে āĻŦāĻ¸েāĻ¨ āĻ¨া | āĻ¯েāĻাāĻ¨ে āĻŦৈāĻāĻŦ, āĻ¸েāĻাāĻ¨ে āĻ¤াঁāĻ° āĻāĻ¸āĻ¨ āĻļূāĻŖ্āĻ¯ |
73. āĻāĻāĻŦাāĻ¨েāĻ° āĻāĻ¤ি āĻ¸ূāĻ্āĻˇ্āĻŽ | āĻŽāĻšাāĻŦাā§ু āĻ¤িāĻ¨ি | āĻেāĻ āĻ¤াঁāĻে āĻĒাāĻ°্āĻĨিāĻŦ āĻ§āĻ¨ āĻĻিā§ে āĻŦেঁāĻ§ে āĻ°াāĻāĻ¤ে āĻĒাāĻ°েāĻ¨ āĻ¨া | āĻ āĻĒাāĻ°্āĻĨিāĻŦ āĻĒ্āĻ°েāĻŽেāĻ° āĻŦāĻļ āĻ¤িāĻ¨ি |
74. Break free from all earthly associations if you wish to be spiritual. Divinise relations and approach your very own Self with abounding purity.
75. The weight of others hangs on your soul. First detach yourself and be free. Then work to help free others.
76. When love lubricates philosophy, it becomes bhakti.
77. It is an eternal frozen moment that has never dilated. All time is imaginary oscillation in a magically wrought mind.
78. The gold standard is the Self. Everything earthly and unearthly are to be judged in terms of that.
79. For the sake of a dinar I missed the dinner. Must wait on guests and gather tips now till the next dinner is served.
80.
A final benediction when these great ones depart, and it is the purity of the moment.
81. Each soul has a fundamental force, an input energy as its capital which breeds its interest overtime and compounds as life's output. From the worm to the sage the energy multiplies, intensifies as life evolves till perfection in a final outburst is reached.
82.
Sukheshu vigataspriha
Dukheshu nirudvignamanaa
Beeta raaga bhaya krodhaa
Sthitadheer munir uchyatey
Translation by Sugata Bose :
In happiness not exuberant,
In sorrow undisturbed,
Having gone past attachment, fear and anger,
The sage of settled intelligence abides.
83. I am neither this nor that. I am I.
84. The less of self, the more of success.
85. There is so much to do for the world, so little to think about ourselves.
86. āĻāĻ¤্āĻŽāĻ¸āĻŽ্āĻŽাāĻ¨āĻ্āĻাāĻ¨āĻšীāĻ¨ āĻৃāĻĒাāĻিāĻাāĻ°ী āĻšāĻā§া āĻāĻ্āĻ¤িāĻ° āĻ¨িāĻĻāĻ°্āĻļāĻ¨ āĻ¨ā§ | āĻāĻ্āĻ¤ি āĻŽাāĻ¨ে āĻ¸্āĻŦাāĻŦāĻ˛āĻŽ্āĻŦāĻ¨ | āĻ¤াāĻ°āĻĒāĻ° āĻ¨িঃāĻ¸্āĻŦাāĻ°্āĻĨ āĻāĻ¤্āĻŽāĻ¨িāĻŦেāĻĻāĻ¨ | āĻĒāĻ°িāĻļেāĻˇে āĻŦাāĻ¸āĻ¨াāĻŦিāĻŽুāĻ্āĻ¤ āĻ¨িāĻˇ্āĻāĻ˛āĻ্āĻ āĻ āĻĒাāĻ°্āĻĨিāĻŦ āĻĒ্āĻ°েāĻŽ |
87. āĻীāĻা āĻŽা āĻ˛āĻ্āĻˇ্āĻŽী āĻ¨ā§ āĻিāĻ¨্āĻ¤ু | āĻŦ্āĻ¯āĻŦāĻšাāĻ°ে āĻ āĻĒāĻ°িāĻšাāĻ°্āĻ¯ āĻŦāĻে āĻিāĻ¨্āĻ¤ু āĻāĻ āĻĒāĻ°্āĻ¯āĻ¨্āĻ¤āĻ | āĻāĻ° āĻŦেāĻļী āĻšāĻ˛ে āĻ āĻ˛āĻ্āĻˇ্āĻŽীāĻ° āĻাāĻ°āĻŖ |
88. God does not desire. He fulfils desires.
89. We are all uniquely endowed. It is for us to find out our special inclination and work on it. Never underestimate any. They may spring on you the greatest surprise in the fulfilment of their achievements.
90. Personality is a myth. Impersonality is the Truth. The Impersonal Being through the must of Maya appears disintegrated as distinct personalities, though not quite so in real. Hence, overlapping occurs which is the meeting of minds and bodies and of the soul sublime, leading to the fusion of the disintegrated parts and their coalescing into the original integrated whole.
91. We must develop the sense of beauty in work a bit more for us to pride ourselves as a developing nation. Else, it is merely a vanity of sorts.
92. āĻাāĻ°āĻ¤āĻŦāĻ°্āĻˇ āĻĒেāĻোāĻ্āĻে | āĻāĻ° āĻāĻ¨্āĻ¯ āĻāĻ¨āĻ¸ংāĻ্āĻ¯া āĻĻাā§ী, āĻāĻ° āĻেāĻ āĻ¨ā§ |
93. Too much claim in the name of divinity, too little truth to it. Religion feeds on the superstition of people en masse. Rare is the Spirit evident amidst masses of material accretion.
94. Swamiji had once manifested character and had exhorted its awakening in others. We await such an arrival in us through our labour of love.
95. Stop calling yourself 'bandaa'. We are not the servants of God. We are God ourselves.
96. God is neither one nor many. Spirit knoweth no count.
97.
'āĻাāĻা āĻŽাāĻি, āĻŽাāĻি āĻাāĻা' -- āĻāĻāĻি āĻ¯ুāĻāĻŽāĻ¨্āĻ¤্āĻ° |
98.
āĻļৌāĻ°্āĻ¯āĻŦীāĻ°্āĻ¯āĻĒāĻŦিāĻ¤্āĻ°āĻ¤াāĻ° āĻĒ্āĻ°āĻ¤িāĻŽূāĻ°্āĻ¤ি, āĻŦুāĻĻ্āĻ§ি āĻ āĻĒ্āĻ°েāĻŽেāĻ° āĻ¯ুāĻ্āĻŽ āĻ¸āĻŽāĻ¨্āĻŦā§, āĻāĻĻাāĻ° āĻŦিāĻļ্āĻŦāĻšৃāĻĻā§, āĻĒ্āĻ°াāĻ¤ঃāĻ¸্āĻŽāĻ°āĻŖীā§ āĻĒুāĻ°ুāĻˇ |
99. Life is so short there is no time to complain. Every moment is pure gold that must be made use of, gemstones chiselled and fitted to adorn life.
100. Perfection, my countrymen, is sadly a feature of the past. Now work is a massive output that caters to commerce alright but cares not for detail or a becoming beauteous end.
WHAT AWAITS US?
WHAT AWAITS US?
Surface harmony of religions is unnecessary. Rejection of dogma and affirmation of humanistic principles purely on the basis of common sense and depth-feeling for fellow beings can largely reduce sectarian tensions and induce social harmony. With the passage of time greater rationality and a broadening of perspective will inevitably leave religious dogma behind and make for a more compatible human society that will be governed by altruistic principles. The ground for the Vedanta will have then been made and from thereon spirituality as the Vedic Rishis knew at its highest will take over and evolve humanity unto its next higher order of phenomenal existence, the spiritual being.
Written by Sugata Bose
WHO CARES FOR TULSI MAHARAJ AFTER ALL?
WHO CARES FOR TULSI MAHARAJ AFTER ALL?
Spiritual growth for worldly people? Yes, snail's progress, perhaps. No amount of initiation, keeping company with organisational monks who do not stand up for truth, or bearing allegiance to organisation that propagates untruth about its foundational element (Swami Nirmalananda/Tulsi Maharaj) and denies justice to his seminal personality can be of avail before the uncompromising eye of Truth that is commonly called God.
Swamiji had famously said, "Organisation breeds new evils." And how right he was! After all he was an omniscient Rishi, in his own words which are being quoted here, 'the intelligent man who can see through the next four yugas.'
Tulsi Maharaj has been orphaned by organisation as nobody's disciple, certainly not Thakur's, as officially maintained for some queer misgiving, and we have taken up the charge to resurrect his due status. Those that will join us, I call them intrepid warriors of the Spirit, the type of devotees Swamiji had dreamt of. Come on, join us and do justice to Tulsi Maharaj.
Written by Sugata Bose
āĻা āĻŦাঁāĻিā§ে āĻāĻĻ্āĻĻূāĻ°?
āĻা āĻŦাঁāĻিā§ে āĻāĻĻ্āĻĻূāĻ°?
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āĻা āĻŦাঁāĻিā§ে āĻ¸āĻ¤্āĻ¯āĻ°āĻ্āĻˇা āĻāĻ°া āĻ¯াā§ āĻ¨া, āĻ¸āĻ¤্āĻ¯েāĻ° āĻāĻ¨্āĻ¯ āĻ¸ংāĻ্āĻ°াāĻŽ āĻāĻ°াāĻ āĻ¯াā§ āĻ¨া | āĻ āĻাāĻĒুāĻ°ুāĻˇেāĻ° āĻāĻ°্āĻŽ āĻ¨ā§ | āĻ¸্āĻŦাāĻŽী āĻ¨িāĻ°্āĻŽāĻ˛াāĻ¨āĻ¨্āĻĻেāĻ° (āĻ¤ুāĻ˛āĻ¸ী āĻŽāĻšাāĻ°াāĻেāĻ°) āĻুāĻ°ু āĻ¯ে āĻļ্āĻ°ীāĻ°াāĻŽāĻৃāĻˇ্āĻŖ āĻ¸্āĻŦā§ং, āĻ āĻŦিāĻˇā§ে āĻ˛āĻĄ়āĻ¤ে āĻšāĻ˛ে āĻ¸াāĻšāĻ¸ āĻ āĻŦāĻ˛āĻŽ্āĻŦāĻ¨ āĻāĻ°āĻ¤ে āĻšāĻŦে | āĻāĻĄ়াāĻ˛ āĻĨেāĻে āĻŦাāĻŖ āĻাāĻ˛াāĻ˛ে āĻāĻ˛āĻŦে āĻ¨া, āĻ¨িāĻেāĻ° āĻ¸্āĻŦাāĻ°্āĻĨ āĻĻেāĻāĻ˛েāĻ āĻšāĻŦে āĻ¨া | āĻ āĻ¸āĻ¤্āĻ¯েāĻ° āĻŽুāĻোāĻŽুāĻী āĻ¸āĻাāĻ¨ āĻĻাঁāĻĄ়াāĻ¤ে āĻšāĻŦে āĻ¸āĻŽ্āĻŽুāĻāĻ°āĻŖে | āĻ¤āĻŦে āĻŦāĻ˛ি āĻ°াāĻŽāĻৃāĻˇ্āĻŖāĻāĻ্āĻ¤ | āĻ¨āĻেā§, āĻ āĻŽāĻ¨ āĻাāĻĒুāĻ°ুāĻˇ āĻĻুāĻ¨িā§াāĻāĻ° āĻĸেāĻ° āĻŽেāĻ˛ে | āĻ¤াāĻ°া āĻি āĻāĻ° āĻāĻ্āĻ¤?
āĻ°āĻā§িāĻ¤া : āĻ¸ুāĻāĻ¤ āĻŦāĻ¸ু (Sugata Bose)
AN OPEN OFFER TO VOUCH FOR TRUTH
AN OPEN OFFER TO VOUCH FOR TRUTH
Let me see some devotees of the Ramakrishna Mission openly admit that Swami Nirmalananda (Tulsi Maharaj) is Sri Ramakrishna's direct disciple. If they can, they will have stood up to the test of truth and affirmed their devotion aright. But if they shy away from this offer, they will have exposed themselves as inadequate, insincere followers of Sri Ramakrishna who was the very embodiment of Truth. Here goes the challenge then. Let's see how bold and honest devotees are or how cowardly and hypocritical their piety is.
Written by Sugata Bose
Friday, 24 March 2023
POESY: 6 AUGUST, 1958 (THE FIRST TWO LINES WERE COMPÃSED THIS DAWN IN A DREAM---AND THEN ON WAKING UP)
6 AUGUST, 1958 (THE FIRST TWO LINES WERE COMPÃSED THIS DAWN IN A DREAM---AND THEN ON WAKING UP)
My son died the other day
And died with it my hopes,
Died with it my dreams.
And yet the shadows lengthened,
Yet life lingered on
Till in mellow eve at cowdust hour
Or deeper in the night perhaps
I hope to see his morning face
In distant dreams,
In some stellar beams,
Up somewhere in the heavens above
Or deep down in my heart.
My dawn broke,
It broke me apart.
But now we three will fuse again
Souls suffused with early love ❤️
To once more be whole.
Composed by Sugata Bose
Dated: 25 March, 2023
A WRONG READING
A WRONG READING
It is wrong to discount Gavaskar's 732 Test Match runs including four Test centuries in 1978-79 against a secong-string attack after the Packer-lift of West Indies' first string of bowlers, namely, Andy Roberts, Michael Holding, Colin Croft and Joel Garner. Remember that even this second-string attack comprised top-class bowlers like Sylvester Clarke, Malcolm Marshall in his debut series, the veteran Vanburn Holder and Norbert Phillip. Marshall made it big later on in the reunited side post-Packer and Clarke also featured in the full-strength side sometimes. Holder's reputation need not be stressed and Phillip was a good bowler as well
Gavaskar's three Test centuries down-under against Australia on 1977-78 are also likewise thought of lightly but one must not forget that even the depleted Aussie attack was spearheaded by none other than Jeff Thomson. So, to discount Gavaskar's extraordinary batting exploits on this ground is proof of wrong-reading of the game as it were.
And forget not that Gavaskar besides these had scored five more centuries against the famed West Indian pace attack [leaving aside his first four Test centuries in his debut series against Sobers' side in 1971] and a 188 in his final encounter post-retirement with Marshall and Hadlee at Lord's in the MCC Bicentennial Match in 1987, an innings which was lauded by Alan Davidson as a perfect exhibition of batsmanship against genuine fast bowling.
Gavaskar faced the fiercest fast bowling in cricket history to notch up 34 Test centuries. Some of the genuine fast bowlers he faced have been listed here. They are as follows: John Snow, Bob Willis (England); Jeff Thomson, Dennis Lillee, Len Pascoe, Rodney Hogg, Merv Hughes, Craig McDermott (Australia), Andy Roberts, Michael Holding, Wayne Daniel, Sylvester Clarke, Malcolm Marshall, Joel Garner, Winston Davis, Elaine Baptiste (West Indies), Imran Khan, Wasim Akram (Pakistan) and Richard Hadlee (New Zealand).
Thursday, 23 March 2023
'āĻ āĻ¨্āĻ§, āĻাāĻো'
'āĻ āĻ¨্āĻ§, āĻাāĻো'
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āĻ āĻ¨্āĻ§ āĻāĻ্āĻ¤āĻুāĻ˛োāĻ āĻ¸ংāĻেāĻ° āĻŦāĻĄ় āĻļāĻ¤্āĻ°ু | āĻঁāĻ°াāĻ āĻ¸āĻ°্āĻŦāĻ¨াāĻļেāĻ° āĻŦৃāĻšā§ āĻā§োāĻāĻ¨ āĻāĻ°েāĻ¨ | āĻিāĻ¨্āĻ¤ু āĻ¸ংāĻেāĻ° āĻŽাāĻĨা āĻ¯াঁāĻ°া, āĻ¤াঁāĻ°া āĻঁāĻĻেāĻ° āĻĒ্āĻ°āĻļ্āĻ°ā§ āĻĻেāĻ¨ āĻেāĻ¨? āĻ¨িāĻāĻ āĻ¸ংāĻ্āĻ¯া āĻŦাāĻĄ়াāĻ˛েāĻ āĻ¤ো āĻāĻ° āĻāĻ§্āĻ¯াāĻ¤্āĻŽিāĻ āĻļāĻ্āĻ¤িāĻ° āĻĒ্āĻ°āĻ¸াāĻ° āĻšā§ āĻ¨া | āĻļুāĻ§ু āĻৌāĻ¤িāĻ āĻĒ্āĻ°āĻাāĻŦেāĻ°āĻ āĻŦিāĻ¸্āĻ¤াāĻ° āĻāĻে | āĻāĻ° āĻŦেāĻļী āĻিāĻু āĻ¨ā§ |
āĻ¸ংāĻেāĻ° āĻļāĻ্āĻ¤ি āĻ্āĻ°āĻŽāĻļঃ āĻŦিāĻĒāĻĨে āĻাāĻ˛িāĻ¤ āĻšā§ে āĻĒāĻ°িāĻļেāĻˇে āĻ¤া āĻāĻŽāĻ¨āĻ āĻ¨েāĻ¤িāĻŦাāĻāĻ āĻĒāĻ°্āĻ¯াā§ে āĻĒāĻ°্āĻ¯āĻŦāĻ¸িāĻ¤ āĻšā§ āĻ¯ে āĻŽাāĻ¨āĻŦāĻুāĻ˛েāĻ° āĻĒুāĻ¨āĻ°ুāĻ¤্āĻĨাāĻ¨েāĻ° āĻāĻ¨্āĻ¯ āĻļ্āĻ°ীāĻāĻāĻŦাāĻ¨āĻে āĻĒুāĻ¨āĻ°াā§ āĻ§āĻ°াāĻ§াāĻŽে āĻ āĻŦāĻ¤ীāĻ°্āĻŖ āĻšāĻ¤ে āĻšā§ |
āĻāĻ āĻāĻŽāĻ¨āĻ āĻĻিāĻ¨ āĻ¸āĻŽাāĻāĻ¤ | āĻ াāĻুāĻ°েāĻ° āĻĒুāĻ¨āĻ°াāĻŦিāĻ°্āĻাāĻŦেāĻ° āĻ˛āĻ্āĻ¨ āĻ¸āĻŽুāĻĒāĻ¸্āĻĨিāĻ¤ | āĻāĻŽāĻ°া āĻŽāĻ°্āĻ¤āĻ˛োāĻে āĻ¤াঁāĻ° āĻĒাāĻĻāĻ¸্āĻĒāĻ°্āĻļেāĻ° āĻĒ্āĻ°āĻ¤ীāĻ্āĻˇাā§ āĻ āĻ§ীāĻ° āĻāĻ্āĻ°āĻšে āĻোāĻ° āĻā§āĻāĻ¨্āĻ াā§ āĻāĻি |
āĻāĻ° āĻĻেāĻ°ি āĻ¨ā§ | āĻ āĻ¨েāĻ āĻ্āĻˇāĻ¤ি āĻšā§ে āĻেāĻে | āĻāĻĻāĻ°্āĻļেāĻ° āĻšāĻ¤্āĻ¯া āĻŦāĻĄ় āĻšāĻ¤্āĻ¯া | āĻ¤াঁāĻ° āĻāĻĻāĻ°্āĻļ āĻāĻ āĻ āĻ¨াāĻĻৃāĻ¤, āĻ āĻŦāĻšেāĻ˛িāĻ¤, āĻāĻĒেāĻ্āĻˇিāĻ¤, āĻ āĻŦāĻ˛ুāĻ¨্āĻ িāĻ¤ | 'āĻাāĻা āĻŽাāĻি, āĻŽাāĻি āĻাāĻা' -- āĻāĻ āĻŽূāĻ˛āĻŽāĻ¨্āĻ¤্āĻ° āĻāĻ āĻŽāĻ¨্āĻ¤্āĻ°āĻŖাāĻāĻ্āĻˇে āĻŦ্āĻ°াāĻ¤্āĻ¯ | 'āĻাāĻা āĻাঁāĻি, āĻাঁāĻি āĻাāĻা' -- āĻāĻ āĻŽূāĻ˛্āĻ¯āĻŽāĻ¨্āĻ¤্āĻ°āĻ āĻāĻ āĻāĻ¤িāĻĒā§ āĻāĻ°্āĻŖāĻ§াāĻ°েāĻ° āĻāĻ°্āĻŽাāĻ¨ুāĻˇ্āĻ াāĻ¨েāĻ° āĻ āĻ¨ুāĻĒ্āĻ°েāĻ°āĻŖা |
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āĻ°āĻā§িāĻ¤া : āĻ¸ুāĻāĻ¤ āĻŦāĻ¸ু (Sugata Bose)
āĻāĻ˛োāĻāĻিāĻ¤্āĻ° : āĻ াāĻুāĻ°, āĻŽা āĻ āĻ াāĻুāĻ°েāĻ° ā§§ā§ āĻāĻ¨ āĻ¸াāĻ্āĻˇাā§ āĻ¸āĻ¨্āĻ¨্āĻ¯াāĻ¸ী āĻļিāĻˇ্āĻ¯ |
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YOUR SWAMIJI
YOUR SWAMIJI ... 1
Have you heard of Swami Vivekananda? Yes? But have you heard of Narendranath Datta? I am sure most of you have not but some of you may have. Well, this little boy is the subject of our story which I shall begin narrating to you, children, from today.
YOUR SWAMIJI ... 2
The Dattas were an affluent family who lived in North Kolkata at a place called Simla or Simulia. Rammohan Datta was the grand patriarch who had thrived in the legal profession and amassed a fortune. His sons, Durgaprasad and Kaliprasad, grandson, Vishwanath, were the immediate ancestors of Narendranath who grew up to become the world renowned monk, Swami Vivekananda. Durgaprasad excelled like his father at law but renounced life to become a monk at age between 20 and 22 after fathering a son. So, Kaliprasad became the head of the Datta family and as he was not upto earning a living, the Dattas' fortunes started declining steadily.
YOUR SWAMIJI ... 3
Durgaprasad renounced between age 20 and 22. Shyamasundari, his wife of valorous virtue, took up to rearing baby Vishwanath amidst great difficulties as Kaliprasad was not sympathetic to their lot. When Vishwanath was three years old, Shyamasundari went on pilgrimage to Varanasi by boat. En route the playful baby fell into the Ganga. Instantly the mother, forgetting the fact that she knew not how to swim, dived into the surging waters and gripped the baby, so hard that it bore the mark for several years. A fellow pilgrim and a resident of the Datta household, indigenous physician Umapada Gupta, diving suit, rescued them and hauled them overboard. The pilgrimage carried on and holy Varanasi was reached in the fullness of time.
YOUR SWAMIJI ... 4
Varanasi. The Ganga flowing by since time immemorial, sanctifying this city of Shiva. Thousands of temples of all kinds of deities thronging to get the worship of devotees who flock by the millions. The most ancient city of the world, dating 5000 years, now welcomed Shyamasundari and her little boy, Vishwanath.
YOUR SWAMIJI ... 5
Shyamasundari went on her daily rounds of the temples in Varanasi. One day on her way to the seat of Lord Vishwanath, she slipped on the way and fell unconscious. A monk passing by picked her up, laid her on the temple steps and brought her back to her senses. When she came to her own she was astonished to behold her own husband as her rescuer. Overwhelmed by sudden emotion, the couple, now renounced to the world, went their way.
YOUR SWAMIJI ... 6
Durgaprasad visited his hometown Kolkata once, probably en route to the Gangasagar, and put up with a friend. He requested confidentiality but the message leaked and he was accosted home by his family members where he was confined to a room with food and refreshments for three days. The monk, locked up thus, touched neither food nor drink for the said period and his relatives, fearing the worst, unlocked the door. The monk quietly slipped away thereafter and was never seen again. Later it was rumoured that he had become the head of a monastery in Varanasi but nothing could be ascertained with any degree of certitude. Vishwanath in his youth visited Varanasi in search of his father but failed to trace him. Thus disappeared the monk of sterling spiritual strength from the horizons of the Datta household till his gene reappeared in his redoubtable grandson, Narendranath, whose monastic future bore unmistakable marks of his predecessor, Durgaprasad.
YOUR SWAMIJI ... 7
Vishwanath, deprived of paternal care and patrimony, grew up under the loving care of his mother, though amidst straightened circumstances. But a worse fate was awaiting him. At the age of ten he lost his mother. Now, orphaned and ill-treated by uncle Kaliprasad, Vishwanath took to the hard way of labouring through to life's success. He became proficient in several languages - Bengali, English, Persian, Arabic, Urdu and Hindi, and also learnt a smattering of Sanskrit in a classical Sanskrit Tol. He studied history in-depth, astrology enough to be able to cast the horoscopes of his children, and studied music under an Ustad. After completing secondary education he attempted business, failed and apprenticed himself under Mr. Temple, a British attorney. In 1866 he qualified as an attorney and set up shop with one Ashutosh Dhar under the name 'Dhar and Datta'. Soon his legal proficiency earned him independent status as attorney-at-law in the Calcutta High Court where his practice took off.
YOUR SWAMIJI ... 8
Vishwanath's fame as a legal practitioner spread far and wide and he had to travel extensively all over India to meet up with his clients' cases. His income soared and so did his expenditure as he lived lavishly and gave liberally to seekers in need. His charity earned him the sobriquet 'Daataa Vishwanath' or 'Philanthropist Vishwanath'. He refused none and gave to all who were in need and even to some indolent relatives who abused his magnanimity by indulging in intoxicants with his money. Vishwanath lived for the day and saved nothing for the morrow, steered by the conviction that his sons, if well fed and well educated, would be able to make their way in life but that the hapless ones he helped were too weak to help themselves and, hence, needed help. The large heart of Vishwanath bled for all, perhaps so conditioned by his own stressful childhood in financial and psychological distress under an unsympathetic uncle. Anyhow, this was how he was and this liberal largeheartedness he bequeathed to his beloved sons, Naren in particular who even imbibed sterling virtues of head and heart from his mother Bhuvaneshwari.
YOUR SWAMIJI ... 9
Well-versed in the Holy Bible and the Dewan-i-Hafiz and well acquainted with Hindu, Islamic and European culture and customs, Vishwanath had a universal outlook on life and living. Progressive in thinking but guarded in giving into new-fangled socioreligious movements of the day, Vishwanath was a precursor in some sense to the modern Hindu man as yet germinating in the womb of time. His illustratious son would set the seal on the mould that was thus being cast on the dawn of this new awakening of the ancient spirit whose crest bore the personality of Ramakrishna. But we are fast-forwarding the narrative thus which we must desist from. As of now we must remember that here was Vishwanath, caught in the cross-current of the three aforementioned cultures out of which he was fashioning his own perspective, his world-view, and setting them to print in the form of three books which he authored, namely, 'Shishtaachaar Paddhati' ('Canons of Good Conduct') in two volumes and a novel in his vernacular Bengali, titled 'Sulochanaa'. Vishwanath supported Vidyasagar's crusade for the remarriage of widows but refrained from participating directly in such social movements, busy as he was with his intensive legal practice. One more pointer about Vishwanath - he was an agnostic of sorts, irreverent of superstitious religious practices that kept people down but was never irreverent towards sublime principles of spiritual and moral thought which he tried to put into practice in his own life by way of alleviating the misery of the hapless ones he came across in his life's thoroughfare. This was then the father of the future Vivekananda.
YOUR SWAMIJI ... 10
Hardly anybody recalls the name of Swami Vivekananda's maternal grandfather or the maiden surname of Swamiji's mother. That she was Basu and bore in her bloodstream the kshatriya valour of this clan from erstwhile Kannakubja (Kanauj) is forgotten in the name Narendranath Datta. But the great prophet bore in his arteries that strong blood which made him revolutionise India into rebellion against the British and break the citadel of global colonialism. Narendranath's grandfather on his mother's side was Nandalal Basu of Simla, North Kolkata, and his only daughter Bhuvaneshwari Basu, married to Vishwanath Datta, was his mother. Bhuvaneshwari, born to wealth and high culture, was aristocratic in temperament devoid of its vices and it was from her that the boy Bileh absorbed in his mother's milk that nobility of character that set him out as unique in the world of men, so much so that in later years in Paris he was mistaken to be a prince by a hotel boy who could not be convinced otherwise. Well, Bhuvaneshwari, wedded to Vishwanath at ten, mothered Narendranath as her seventh child and her first surviving son. But more of that later for here we are in the midst of the maturing of a modern Madonna for who else could hold in her womb the one whose eagle eye holds countless universes in harmonic play ? Let us dwell on this girl, Bhuvaneshwari.
YOUR SWAMIJI ... 11
Bhuvaneshwari was wedded to conjugal life at the early age of 10 as was the custom in those days prior to the passing of the Age of Consent Bill. She bore fruit several times of which three died in infancy and she remained without a son yet. The pious girl prayed and fasted and exhorted an aunt living in Varanasi to offer prayers at the seat of Vireshwar Shiva in Kashi. Accordingly, every Monday special offerings were made there and they were reinforced by Bhuvaneshwari keeping her vigils and fasts here in Kolkata. The channel was thus being set up for the golden road that was to connect the ancient city and this modern metropolis, and when the pathway had been fully laid, Bhuvaneshwari dreamt of the meditative Shiva awaking from his seat of concentration and announcing His resolve to be born as her son. In ecstatic joy Bhuvaneshwari awoke from her divine slumber and fell prostrate at her chosen deity's feet, the adorable Umanath, who she had so ardently worshipped all these years. Bathed in tears of bliss Bhuvaneshwari felt saturated with the Lord's grace. Soon she felt that she had conceived.
YOUR SWAMIJI ... 12
12 January, 1863. Makar San°kraanti Day. Millions of pilgrims were assembled at the estuary of the Bay of Bengal to offer oblation to the Highest when heaven itself descended to earth in the form of the infant who was to steer humanity onto a new course, setting the stamp of his divine personality on the unfolding age of light that was now waiting in the wings to emerge in full flight. The forest of this world was ready for this fresh efflorescence and the bud blossomed from the womb of Bhuvaneshwari six minutes before sunrise to send a thrill of joy through the Datta household. A son had been born, Bhuvaneshwari's long-cherished dream, the parched earth's long longing, humanity's hope of redemption from its decadent state. Vishwanath grew so blissfully excited that his charity broke all bounds this hour as he started giving away to whosoever came his way anything he could lay his hands on. Finally, he had given away the very clothes he was wearing, a la Emperor Harshavardhana of old, and had to borrow his wife's saree to cover himself. The boy was named by the mother Vireshwar after the deity who had fulfilled His promise to be born as the pious supplicant's son. Soon lingustic aberration changed it to Bileh and so was how the future Vivekananda used to be called by his loving mother even in his twilight years in Belur Math when the old lady proudly strutted about the precincts of the monastery in search of her son, calling loudly, "Bileh ! Bileh !" and the son would emerge from his room and descend the stairs to fall prostrate at his beloved mother's feet. But we have much advanced in our narrative in our flight of fancy and must revert to its fresh beginnings, for we have a full lifetime to cover. Right now the baby cries in its mother's arms. Or, does it blink in wonder at the strange world around ?
YOUR SWAMIJI ...13
The boy was Bileh at home, to the world Narendranath, a name that was, as if by divine sanction, to set its stamp upon the very world. An exceeding force seemed to well up within him making him irrepressibly naughty, playful, self-willed and at times given to fits of violent temper when he would even rampage his way through whatever he could lay his hands on, furniture et al. Mother Bhuvaneshwari, driven to her wit's end, would then in exasperation exclaim, "Alas ! I had prayed to Shiva for a son but He has sent me one of His demons instead." No amount of censure, threat or even inducement would work with the turbulent child and he had to be manned by two nurses constantly to keep him in a semblance of check. Finally, Bhuvaneshwari discovered a unique way of tackling the situation. When Bileh was in one of those moods, she would pour water over his head profusely while chanting the name 'Shiva'. She would further induce fear in him saying, "If you are naughty thus, Shiva will refuse you entry into His abode, Kailash, again." Like magic this would work and calm the boy and he would be his bonny self again.
YOUR SWAMIJI ... 14
Now two very important features of the baby Bileh's personality were (a) his easy acceptance of all and sundry as his own and his consequent easing into anyone's arms who extended them to hold him, and (b) his submission to gentleness shown to him by any and equal revulsion of harshness by any in interaction with him. These traits manifest in the baby are worth meditating on as we attempt to unravel not only the secrets of the child-mind universally but also as we seek to plumb the divine depths of the future Swami Vivekananda, now, though, right in bud.
YOUR SWAMIJI ... 15
Grandfather Durgaprasad's gene was very much manifest in Narendranath from early boyhood. He had a liking for mendicant monks and would give away alms freely to them. But he was just a small boy. What did he have that he could give? Well, he gave away his first piece of dhoti from round his waist to a sadhu. Likewise he gave away whatever he could lay his hands on to these pilgrims of the Spirit so much so that when any such appeared at their door he had to be kept confined in an upper storey room to keep him in bounds. But such ploys failed when Naren flung through the open window whatever was available to him in his cell to monks passing by on the road below. Such affinity for the renunciates was early signal of things brewing up in the heart of the Divine Mother orchestrating things from behind that was to fashion Narendranath's fate. A vast force was accumulating in the child that was to inundate the world in the days to come. And in this prophetic mission of his he was to bear not only the blessings of his divine Master but those of each and every monk who he gave and who in their turn blessed him silently from the depths of their hearts.
YOUR SWAMIJI ... 16
Ebullient as he was, Naren was given to pranks galore. One of these was to tease his sisters and, when chased, to seek refuge in the open drain and makes faces and remarks such as 'Catch new! Catch me !' from there, knowing full well that they would not dare follow suit into the dirt where he lay. The future Vivekananda was worshipped in Kashi Kedarnath Temple as Shiva, was reverenced by a passing monk in the Himalayas as Shiva and venerated by many including his brother disciples like Swami Brahmananda as the same Lord Ascetic. In that sense he was Pashupati, the Lord of all animals, and to this effect he showed early signs by way of his affinity towards his pet animals. Lifelong this relation remained, even in his advanced years in Belur Math where he had quite a number of pets. The boy Bileh had a monkey, a goat, a peacock, pigeons, guinea-pigs, the family cow and his father's horse to keep him company. He with his sisters would bedeck the cow with garlands, mark her forehead with vermillion and reverence her on festive occasions. This easy relation with the dumb animals must have been a formative influence in the making of his future deep sympathy with the muted millions of his benighted motherland.
YOUR SWAMIJI ... 17
Naren's bosom buddy was his father's coachman. He spent hours in the company of the syce at the stable and nursed ambitions of one day becoming a syce himself. His intimacy with the syce drew the twain into close communication and imperceptibly lay open Naren's mind to whatever the former had to say to him. At noon every day the little boy was privy to the women folk's rendition of the Ramayana reading and with rapt attention he absorbed the epic tales which gradually endeared him to Sita and Rama. Soon he had bought from the market idols of the divine couple and with the help of a friend installed them in the attic and with floral offerings worshipped them to his child heart's content. This went on till the syce, himself victim to an unhappy marital life, criticised the very institution of marriage vehemently before Naren, thereby making the boy brood on its futility. He could no more now accept the fact that his divine ideals, Sita and Rama, were also one such married couple and in tears confided his predicament to his mother. Bhuvaneshwari instantly assuaged his grief by asking him from then on to worship the ascetic of ascetics, Shiva, instead. Naren was pacified but could not reconcile himself anymore to being in the proximity of Sita and Rama. Accordingly, he rushed to the attic, picked up his beloved idols and in the dark enveloping evening walked to the edge of the terrace railing and hurled down the images onto the road below. His ideal had been shattered, now he smashed the idols representing them. Next day he bought from the market a clay image of Shiva and began afresh his meditation on the Lord. However, Seeta-Rama remained forever etched in his memory as his boyhood's first divine love and became a significant formative influence in his life and a perennial presence in his monastic life as well. Many years later he called every Indian the child of Seeta, that holy woman who unmurmering bore all her suffering in her all-encompassing love for her beloved husband, the divine Rama.
Written by Sugata Bose
(To be continued on some such dawn of renewed inspiration.)
Wednesday, 22 March 2023
WATER THE ROOTS PLEASE
WATER THE ROOTS PLEASE
What's the use of tending to the stem when the root is rotting? An urban polity that has reduced itself to a vast mass of fools responding hysterically to crass consumerism coming in the form of degenerate advertising culture can scarce contribute effectively to the development of the nation. And to top it all with the cartoon-leaders at the helm of affairs, and we have our picture perfect.
Our country is going down the drains in every sense despite pervasive propaganda about its fictitious rise which every fool in delusion will accept but not the discerning who for sure can see through. Corruption, levity, lack of a sense of perfection and lack of the aesthetic sense are reducing human quality in the country and making men mere pawns in the chess game of power-brokers, be they in the business realm or in that perverted sphere of politics. Add to that the common degeneracy and the desperate situation only evokes despair.
But here we have work at hand. Work at the roots and shoot not reforms at the shoot which shall be of little consequence. And instead of depending upon the cartoon-leaders of our country for improved prospects, let us set ourselves in our individual and collective capacities to turning the wheel of our nation's fortune in the right direction. 'Myself righted, the nation will be righted' -- let this be the motto.
Written by Sugata Bose
Tuesday, 21 March 2023
WHY WE REVERE WHO WE REVERE
WHY WE REVERE WHO WE REVERE
Man instinctively bows down before men of character. Where he sees a shortcoming in himself, he pays obeisance to one of richer resource, as if by way of recompense for failing to actualise in his own life what seemed possible in the realm of dreams. Now fulfilment of sorts he seeks in adoration of the great ones in whose lives he finds the fulfilment of his failed aspirations. Thus, reverence wells up from the inner recesses of the heart in intuitive apprehension of one's future fulfilment, now realised vicariously through appreciation of attributes in another that one sees as one's own in the making indistinctly. This is the science of adoration at its spiritual-psychological causal level.
Written by Sugata Bose
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