EPISTLES TO DISCIPLES: PARNIKA BUBNA GUPTA ... 1

EPISTLES TO DISCIPLES: 

PARNIKA BUBNA GUPTA ... 1

LETTER 1: 

Dear Parnika,                                  13.10.2025

                                                                Kolkata                                          

Life is a golden opportunity to realise God. It must not go in vain. Running after the fleeting things of life becomes (suits) the dull, not the one of fine intelligence. Material pursuits are necessary but not to the exclusion of spiritual ones as in your case. This must not be. A harmonious balance makes for good living and evolutionary advancement. This much for now. More later. 

With blessings on you and yours, 

Gurudev

LETTER 2:

Dear Parnika,                                  14.10.2025

     Study the Sanātan Dharma by reading Swami Vivekananda's Complete Works. It is essential. Each and every Hindu must be well-versed in the fundamentals of the faith. Otherwise we will weaken as a race. The soul of Bhāratvarsha is the Sanātan Dharma and so long as Hindus are in the vast majority in Bhārat, the faith will flourish. Look at the partitioned parts of erstwhile Akhanda Bhārat. Afghanistan, Pakistan, Bangladesh. Where is the Sanātan Dharma there? Hindus are being persecuted in these erstwhile Hindu regions and are being literally wiped out. The history of the world is replete with instances of entire civilisations being wiped out by Islam and by Christianity and history is right now being repeated. Must you sleep in the face of it? I ask you once more to ponder these pressing issues and come to conclusions as to how you would conduct your life.

With hope and blessings,

Gurudev

LETTER 3:

Dear Parnika,                                 15.10.2025 

     Life is fleeting. The vanities of the world are of two days. It is a bubble that will burst one day even while the dance on its surface is on. How one lives one's life determines the fate hereafter. Fear should not dictate direction. Rather, discretion should. Discrimination between the real and the unreal, the perennial and the ephemeral, between the divine and the human makes for worthwhile living. 

A human body is not easily come by. It is the rarest instrument in the organic world, one fitted to go beyond this very network of space-time and the causal-probabilistic web unto absolute formless, attributeless freedom. One may choose to live in relative freedom as well with attributes and form with God in some higher divine plane but remains nonetheless within the gunas that subtly hold. Only in nirvikalpa samādhi is freedom fully attained. That is the goal, a rather insipid dish to digest now when the flavour of fresh desires altering hues every now and then holds one in its apparently pleasurable grip, only to deliver the deathly blow thereafter like a harlot who has sapped one's vitality and then cast off one like refuse into the bin of rejection. Perhaps, the words are heating up too much. Hence, let them rest here. Adieu for the while before a fresh foray keeps the firing on!

With love and blessings,

Gurudev

LETTER 4: 

Dear Parnika,                                  19.10.2025

    Your devotion exceeds expectations as always. Shubha Deepāvali! May this homecoming of the divine Shree Rām in company with his divine consort, our Mother Seeta, be a homecoming of divine consciousness for you as well, as it ought to be for every devotee but seldom is. Had it been so, the festival of lights would have had its illumining fulfilment. But we are all divine and one day, in the fullness of time, when delusive desires have been satiated or en route frustrated the dissatisfied infinite individual with their finiteness, such a homecoming shall be. Then the Deepāvali will have found its fulfilling destination and the festival of lights will have found a happier home in the sanctum sanctorum of the heart. Till then these externalities shorn of inner significance will be repeating in endless cycles their regimen till kingdom come one blissful eve. Then the deep dark of the heart will light up with the blaze of the blissful reunion of the beloveds and the whole of this bodily mansion will have become Ayodhya, the realm of harmony where no war ever is. 

To that dawn, my dear,

I send these lines tonight.

They'll waft through the starry skies 

To welcome you with the light.

Gurudev