The Mother : Contact
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probably caused her spinal vertebrae to get curved. I would watch Mother's head project out a little while she rested on her couch or even when sitting on a chair absorbed in a trance. Until her habit of sleeping in this semi-reclined position was changed, my exercises would not produce any result at all. What could I do? I did not know. And so in the end I gave up my efforts at removing her discomfort.
Then one day, a long time afterwards, after Mother's physical withdrawal, while I was going through all the diaries, letters and papers she had left me, I came across a note written by her. When I read it I was stupefied. I was extremely saddened to realise how very earnest Mother had been in her endeavour to straighten her back through exercise. Here is that prayer written in her own hand:
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"Decision taken and noted on 20th April 1953 at 7 in the morning.
Is there any hope of straightening my back? The situation has become critical, even psychologically:
This morning the crisis was terribly acute, approaching despair.
A sign, I need to continue my work. I have taken as a sign of transformation, or at least of its beginning, this straightening of my back.
I have prayed to the Supreme, let Him decide and do the necessary miracle for this straightening to take place.
I have asked Nature to collaborate and give the necessary conditions so that my back can straighten.
I have told to man: if your wish to keep me alive, continuing my work in this body, is a truly sincere aspiration, you must help with all your concentrated will, and find the material means to obtain this straightening.
If all that fails, if the Lord does not give a clear proof of His sanction, if nature refuses her collaboration, if man is incapable of the indispensable constancy and one pointedness in his concentration - then, I shall take for
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granted that my body is not needed for the work to be achieved, and I will take all necessary measures for it to continue without my physical presence."
In this prayer when Mother says: "I have told to man ... ", the "man" in fact refers to me. Mother used to systematically use the word "man" while referring to me in her prayers.
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It was the evening of 14th August in 1947. The local goondas attacked the Ashram and we faced up to it. During this period Udar and I set up a self-defence force made up of ashramites. In this work I often needed her advice or directions and so Mother permitted me to go and see her whenever I needed to. And from that time Udar and I started eating with her in the evenings. Later, Mother arranged for me to have lunch with her too. After some time, Udar asked Mother if his wife Mona and his daughter Gauri could also join us for lunch and she agreed.
During this period Ali and Alice used to occasionally prepare some dishes for Mother and they would be present here during lunch. Sometimes Ravindra-ji also used to be present.
Once, on my birthday (October 18th, 1949), Mother organised a little ceremony during lunch. She got a glass of red grape-juice prepared. Then she took a sip from it and passed it on to Ravindra-ji, Mona, Gauri and Udar to do the same. Then she gave the glass to me. She wrote down something on a piece of paper and signed it and then she asked Ravindra-ji, Mona, Gauri and Udar to sign below her signature and gave it to me. Here is what she had written:
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18.10.49
Pranab
You are our joy of every day
Our hope of today
Our victory of tomorrow.
Be yourself
and all will be well.
Let this wine of immortality
Be the wine of your complete victory.
Mother
Signed:
Ravindra
Mona
Gauri
Udar
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Before 5th December 1950, the period before Sri Aurobindo's physical withdrawal, Mother used to return from the Playground at night and preside over a collective meditation in the Ashram. After the meditation she would go and serve Sri Aurobindo dinner and then retire to her own room. There Mother used to have dinner with roe. Then she rested. And I would come away to my place in
the morning.
It was the same routine on the 4th of December in 1950. Mother finished her work in the Playground and went to the Ashram. I too went home for a shower and then returned to the Ashram. I did not attend the collective meditation. During the meditation I would take a quick nap in one corner of her room. On that day too I was resting like that.
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Late in the night Mother woke me up. She said: "Everything is finished. Now you must stand by my side." Then she took me to Sri Aurobindo's room. There I saw Sri Aurobindo's body lying on the bed. She asked me if I wanted to take photographs. I declined. So she asked me to go and get the other Ashram photographers so that they could take the photographs.
I went out to go and fetch Venkatesh, Vidyavrata and Chiman-bhai. They got busy with their work. Mother watched them take photographs for a while and then she went to her own room to sit. I remained by her side. Her words "Now you must stand by my side" were ringing within me and I wanted my obedience to be total. I did not have any other special thoughts. Very simply, I remained by her side day and night. When she went in for her bath I too would rush home during that interval to finish mine and get back to her room to wait for her to come out.
In the meantime, the work of constructing the Samadhi on Mother's instructions was completed. She had asked two chambers to be built one above the other.
It was decided to place Sri Aurobindo's body in the Samadhi in the evening of December 9th. This was done. From 5th December when Sri Aurobindo left his body until 9th December when he was put into the Samadhi, I did not leave Mother even for a minute. Mother told me a few days later: "You did the right thing. If you hadn't stayed on by my side, I would have left my body."
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I would always see Mother so busy with work day and t that she never really managed either to eat or to in time. Very often by the time she sat down for lunch it would be afternoon and she dined well past midnight.
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And as for rest or sleep? She had very little time left for this. And I always felt that this was the cause of her occasional ill-health.
One day I told her: "Big government officers and dignitaries are very busy people too. But even they in the midst of a thousand things get time for food and rest. How come you don't?"
Mother answered: "I'm not a government officer or a dignitary. I'm Mother. How can you compare me with them?"
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One day Mother told me: "There is a secret key to achieving success or to amassing wealth in life. If anyone followed this very carefully then he would never suffer any want in life. The secret is never to waste anything or never to misuse anything."
Mother also said: "Ganesh is the god of success in work and of wealth. His vehicle is the mouse. What does the mouse do? It picks up anything it finds and stores it in his hole. This capacity of collecting and giving everything its value, this is what helps us to succeed in work and to enrich us. From the mouse we also learn his tireless capacity for work. These are the qualities that make a human being successful."
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One day Mother said: "One who is more enduring will always win. Endurance brings the final victory."
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On another occasion Mother said: "If you want to know the true nature of a man, give him plenty of money and plenty of power. Within a short time you will know what type of man he is."
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One day, I was talking with Mother about miracles. Mother said that the play of miracles was possible only on the overmental plane and the overmental conscious ness. When Mother and Sri Aurobindo were acting on the overmental plane there were lots of different kinds of miracles.
Then they began working beyond the overmental on the supramental plane. There the question of miracles did not arise. There everything is simple, straight, normal and natural. In the working of the supermind everything seems to happen in a natural way. You hear what you need to hear, you meet the person you need to meet, the event that needs to happen takes place.
Mother said that if anyone wanted to see a miracle then the Ashram itself was a miracle. The Ashram has no fixed income and still arrangements for feeding, clothing and accommodating so many persons are carried on so smoothly. Is that not a miracle? You can build a golden temple by collecting a lot of money. But to be able to go on looking after all the needs of so many people in the Ashram, day after day, month after month, year after year, in such a beautiful way and at that standard! If anyone Was looking for a miracle then this itself should convince him. But in truth those who have a questioning mind refuse to believe a miracle even if it takes place under their very noses!
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I remember an amusing story about this.
Ram and Shyam were friends. Ram believed in miracles whereas Shyam did not. And very often they argued over this.
One day Ram decided to bring Shyam round to believing in miracles in some way or the other. A lot of speeches and arguments followed but Shyam could not be won over. Then Ram said to Shyam: "Imagine a person fell off a four-storied house onto the ground but nothing happened to him. What would you call that?"
"Why? That would be an accident," Shyam replied. Ram was slightly angry: "Okay, now imagine this same person jumped off once again from the fourth-floor and nothing happened to him. What would you call that?"
Without the slightest hesitation Shyam replied: "Coincidence!"
Ram was now seething with rage: "If this same person jumped off that floor for a third time and still nothing happened to him. What would you call that?"
"Very simple indeed," Shyam replied without batting an eyelid, "that would be habit!"
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Let me tell you a little story about how Mother used to have fun with the littlest of things.
Before the use of ball-points and felt-pens became common, Mother used to write with fountain pens. Well known inks like Quink, Parker and Swan were used to fill her pens. However, in spite of this, the pen would not work smoothly and she had great difficulty in writing.
I used to use our Prosperity ink for my pen and I was quite happy with this ink. And so one day I told Mother that I used Prosperity ink in my pen and it worked very well. Would she like me to fill her pen with it and try?
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Mother agreed. I filled her pen with Prosperity ink. The fountain pen started working smoothly. She had no more problem writing with her pen. Mother warned me: "Don't tell them that this ink works very well and that I'm using it. If they get to know this, they'll try to improve the ink further and only ruin it in the process!"
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This was round 1970-72. We were all sitting round Mother during lunch: Champaklal, Dyuman-bhai, Kumud, Dr.Sanyal and I.
Champaklal had a Rishi-like long beard. I said to him: "Looking at your beard I am reminded of a story."
Interested, Champaklal-ji said: "Tell us your story. Let's hear!"
I said: "I hope you won't mind?"
"No, no, not at all. I want to hear your story."
So I began my' story.
A Muslim mullah was reading a scripture one evening by the light of a lamp in his verandah. During his reading he came across a passage where it was written that any person whose beard was longer than three fists was a fool. The mullah decided to measure his own beard to find out whether he was a fool. He began measuring, one fist, two fists, three fists .... O Toba, toba! Kya sharam ki bat (How shameful)! The mullah's beard was much longer than three fists! He was going to become a fool now. No, it was not a good idea to keep such a long beard. It was imperative to cut it down. The scissors were in the next room, the scissors necessary for the operation. But his little daughter was in the next room and what would she think seeing him cut his beard. And so, holding his beard in his hand, he began thinking about what could be done. Suddenly an idea flashed in his head. He looked at the
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lamp burning in front of him. Of course! he could use that to shorten his beard. And so holding his beard in his hand he stretched his head forward to burn out the extra length. At once the beard caught fire and started burning. When the flames scalded his hand he quickly drew it away. Like a pile of dried straw his whole beard and face got burnt! And in his heart he said to himself: "The holy book was indeed right. I am a veritable fool!"
Everyone laughed a great deal listening to this story. Champaklal-ji too began measuring his beard while he continued to laugh. He realised that his beard too was much longer than three fists. Everyone burst into laughter once again. Champaklal-ji said: "Don't mind my saying so but I know that I am a veritable fool"
I remember another little incident about Champaklal-ji. When Mother used to give darshan to her devotees in her room upstairs, Champaklal-ji used to stay with her to help her.
To discourage people from taking too much time for darshan, he would tell them: "Please don't sit in front of Mother."
One day I went up to Mother's room at that time. Champaklal-ji told me in great anger: "You know Pranab, a couple came for darshan this morning. I told them several times not to sit in front of Mother but they didn't listen to me. The wife went and sat down in front of Mother. I asked: 'Why did you sit? Didn't I ask you not to?' So her husband leaned towards me and whispered into my ear: 'She is carrying.' But Pranab, I tell you she had nothing in her hands and her husband told me she was carrying!" Champaklal-ji was furious at this point. So I explained to him the meaning of the term "carrying". Champaklal-ji was greatly embarrassed: "Oh no! Then I've been terribly unfair!"
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In 1950, towards the beginning, a group of scouts came to the Ashram from Calcutta. They were to spend a few days in the Ashram.
The boys were very easygoing, simple, jovial and orderly. Every evening, in the Playground, they would play games with our children and sing scout-songs to them. Everyone was very happy. And Mother too was very pleased with this group and she too enjoyed their games and songs.
Their departure time drew near. They were to leave the following day. And on that day there was Lakshmi puja. Mother sent me to them with the message that as it was Lakshmi-puja the next day she wanted them to stay. They could leave the day after with Mother's blessings of Lakshmi-puja.
I conveyed the Mother's request to the group. And they agreed to stay back one more day. After receiving Mother's blessings of Lakshmi-puja they left the next day.
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Let me tell you a story about Mother's sense of fun. It was round 1953-54. We were having our Athletics competitions in the Sports Ground. Mother had come there. Vishu-bhai had come in a multi-coloured track suit. And on top of that the track suit had numerous zips attached to it all over.
Mother laughed a great deal on seeing Vishu-bhai in that track suit. Seeing all those zips she remarked that perhaps if a zip was pulled on one side he would make a strange noise and if another zip was pulled on the other he would make another noise. And she burst into laughter once again.
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Mother used to take great care of her things of daily use. She never threw her old and torn clothes away. She would get them mended by Swarna-di and use them again. I remember once seeing Mother use a handkerchief that was stitched and mended like that.
Once she gave Swarna-di a dress to mend. It had become extremely worn out so Swarna-di suggested to Mother to discard it. Mother answered: "You're asking me to discard this? Do you know how well it has served me?"
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In 1945, a physical education section was opened in the Ashram with 14 boys. Some time later another section was opened with 10-15 little boys and girls. After some time big girls also wanted to participate and so 32 of them joined a big girls' group. Their uniform was salwar kameez.
When the salwar-kameez was found to be inconvenient for doing sports, a new uniform was designed: pyjamas and sleeveless jacket. But that too did not prove very comfortable. And then Mother decided that girls too would wear shorts and half-sleeved shirts.
But girls were likely to feel ill at ease in shorts and shirts. So one day, Mother asked Milli-di to come to the Playground in that uniform. She wanted to make the other girls understand through Milli-di's example. On seeing her they would not feel uneasy wearing shorts and shirts.
Milli-di did exactly as Mother had told her. She came to the Playground wearing white shorts, white shirt, white shoes and socks and a white "kitty-cap". The "kitty-cap" was Mother's own invention and the name too was coined by her. Mother assembled the girls and with Milli-di in
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front she explained how convenient it would be to do sports in this uniform. The girls understood and adopted the uniform.
One day Mother told me that she had noticed that Indian girls did not have beautiful legs. By wearing shorts they would be exposing those legs. As everyone's attention would fall there they would become aware of the need for improving that part of their body and set about doing something. And in this way their legs would become more beautiful!
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Now let me recount to you an amusing story about a mistake Mother once made.
There were a lot of complaints against Keshav-ji of the Dining Room. And this had been going on for quite some time. One day Mother went to visit the Dining 'Room. Among those who came forward to welcome her was Damodar too. All of a sudden Mother began scolding Damodar. We all knew Damodar to be a most gentle-natured and quiet person. What could he have done that had angered Mother so much?
When she got back to the Ashram she said: "I scolded Keshav-ji a lot today. I hope he won't repeat his mistake again."
It was then that the mystery got cleared. Mother had mistaken Damodar for Keshav-ji. One of us told Mother: "You didn't scold Keshav-ji, you scolded Damodar!"
"Oh goodness! I've made a big mistake then," Mother exclaimed and at once sent someone to say she had made a big mistake and that Damodar should not take it to heart.
When later Damodar came for the Mother's blessing, she was extremely affectionate to him.
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This was in 1948 or 1949.
During this time, after lunch, Mother used to rest a little in her chair. She would rest her feet on a cushion and I used to lay my head on one corner of this cushion to take a short nap.
That day Mother went into a trance. I was sitting quietly. After remaining in her trance for quite some time she came back to the normal consciousness. Then she told me: "You know what I saw? I saw something like a festival, a lot of people had assembled. An elephant was standing in their midst, decorated with flowers, red powder, cloth, etc. You were standing on one side. Then Mother Kali came and asked you to mount the elephant. But you politely refused. So she ordered you a little more firmly but you declined once again. She went on increasing the force of her order but you continued to refuse. Then she kept quiet.
"Kali loves you!"
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It was on another day at the same time of the day.
We were all sitting quietly after lunch. I was looking at Mother's eyes. Then slowly everything melted. I completely forgot where I was, why I was. I was absorbed in a vast peace and Ananda.
I do not know how long I remained in this state, it must have been a long time. When I came back to normal consciousness, I noticed Mother was smiling gently. She said: "You know what happened? You, that is your soul, asked me something and I answered." Saying this she took a piece of paper and wrote down what I had said and her answer. Then she gave the paper to me. This is what was written:
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Iam yours for ever.
I shall lead you to your true action.
26.10.47
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Let me now tell you how once in trying to spring a surprise on Mother I was overcome with embarrassment instead.
It happened in 1953. On my birthday Vidyavrata presented me with a Kodak-Brawny 8mm movie camera. I was thrilled and decided to make my first experiment, a film on the little children of the Ashram. I decided not to let Mother know. When the work was completely over and the film finished, I would show it to her. It would be a surprise and we would have fun.
And so accordingly, I got the scenario ready. It would include the Ashram children's studies, sports, dance, singing, acting, drawing, picnics, prayers and samadhipranam, etc. After completing the entire shooting I sat down with my assistant Vishwajit to do the editing. Then I asked Vishwanath-da to select some nice music and he
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chose a wonderful piece from Tchaikovsky. The film was otherwise silent. And so I also introduced some captions at the appropriate places. The film was about 30 minutes long. And I called the film "Children in Sri Aurobindo Ashram".
When everything was ready, I told Mother one evening after dinner: "Mother, I've made a film. I'll show it to you tomorrow evening after you've finished your work in the Playground." Mother was taken aback. She said: "You? You've made a film? Where did you get a camera?" Then I told her everything: "I worked during the last few months to prepare it. I wanted it to be a surprise, that's why I didn't tell you." Mother agreed to see the film the following evening after her Playground work.
The next evening I showed the film to Mother. I felt that on the whole, in spite of my clumsy, inexperienced hands, in spite of using a small camera, the result was not too bad.
Mother praised the film very much and encouraged me a lot. But somehow I had the impression that Mother was withholding herself, she had become a little too serious. I could not understand why this was so. What had I done now, I wondered.
However, a few days later I chanced upon a rough draft of a writing by Mother. Only then did I realise what had actually happened. In order to give Mother a surprise I had made the film without letting her know. I had not told her anything, I had not sought her advice. And she felt quite hurt about it. This then, was the reason. I felt terribly embarrassed. And from then I never tried to give Mother any surprises.
Here is what Mother wrote:
This experience followed conclusively the one I had last night whilst seeing Pranab’s film. I felt very strongly that my children were emancipated and they no longer need
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my physical intervention to do their work well. It is enough that my presence among them is an inspiration and guide for them to keep a clear vision of the goal and not to go astray on the way. This leads quite naturally to a physical withdrawal into oneself so as to concentrate materially upon the work of transformation of the body. I can now leave them externally to do things according to their own ideas of execution, reducing my presence to a more or less invisible role of creative inspiration and consciousness.
I noticed Mother was a little indrawn for a few days. But then everything returned to as before. Mother did not withdraw and I heaved a huge sigh of relief.
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There was another incident of almost the same sort.
My body has a tendency of putting on weight. This is why from 1954, once every year for three months I used to go on. a strict diet and did those exercises that would help me reduce my weight. When my body-weight came down to normal I would go back to my usual eating habits. Mother used to encourage me in this.
After having done this regularly for several years, Mother once told me during my dieting period: "There's no doubt that what you're doing is beneficial. But there must be a better way. It isn't necessary to put yourself to so much trouble." As you know, I used to eat with Mother. Even my restricted diet. She could not feed me all the good, delicious things for three months. And she used to feel pretty bad about it.
I said to Mother: "Yes, Mother, what you're saying is true. But only if I was independent. Then I could have made the necessary arrangements to eat only those things
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that are not fattening and my whole life I would have eaten that. Then I would not have had to do this dieting for three months. I would have avoided all this trouble. But I'm not independent and so I can't make arrangements to suit my needs. I eat whatever comes from your kitchen. As a child, I was under my father's guardianship, then under my Kaka's and now I'm under yours. I could not somehow be independent in my life."
I could see Mother was extremely displeased but she just said: "You do not want that somebody should love you?"
A few days later at the Playground, during the red group's class, she suddenly started talking about man's need to be independent and not to depend on the person who loves him. And I felt that she was indirectly pointing
at me.
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In 1962, once while Mother was busy with all kinds of work in her third-floor room, I took many photographs of her in different moods. I used to go to her at 8 in the morning. Mother used to sit on her bed with her legs outstretched and with a back-rest. I would place a low table over her legs that did not touch her in any way. This enabled her to do a lot of reading and writing work on it. Leaving Mother to work like this I too would sit down in a corner and read something.
That day too I left Mother to work in that position and took a lot of photographs. Then, when her work was over, I removed everything from the table. Just then Dyuman-bhai entered for some work with Mother. I told Mother that I wanted to take a photo of Dyuman-bhai with her. She agreed. First Mother would give something to Dyuman-bhai and I would take that photo and then Dyuman-bhai would
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give something to her and I would take that photo as well. Mother agreed.
At that moment Dyuman-bhai did not have anything with him. So he rushed downstairs and came back with some 100-rupee notes. As Dyuman-bhai was giving those notes to Mother I took a picture. When the shooting was over Mother told Dyuman-bhai: "Mind you, I'm not giving you these notes back!" Dyuman-bhai answered with a laugh: "No, Mother, you needn't return that to me. It's yours." And we all had a good laugh together.
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As I told you earlier, towards the beginning of my Ashram-life, I used to occasionally go on pretty long cy cling-trips with some boys and girls on Sundays. Now let me tell you about an incident in which thanks to Mother's Grace and to the courage, intelligence and presence of mind of the children, I was saved from an accident.
Our destination that morning was what we used to call the. "Gingee-bridge". After crossing Vilianur on the way to the lake, there's a path going to the left after the level-crossing along the rail-track. Half a mile further along that path you come to a beautiful bridge. The path was good enough to cycle on. The bridge is over the Gingee river. There is no place to walk on either side of the track.
We went over the Gingee bridge. There were about 10-15 children with us. We let them walk around and play. Tejen-da also was with us that day. Tejen-da and I went down from the bridge to the river bank. One of the children went onto one of the girders of the bridge to have a bird's eye view. The other children were walking over the railway sleepers on the bridge in order to go over to the other side. There was a wonderful silence all
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round and the thought of an accident was farthest from our minds.
Suddenly we heard a loud whistle and a train appeared. It was soon on the bridge. The children had not got to the other side yet. They were somewhere at the mid-point. It was impossible to warn the children from so far below by shouting. Neither was there any possibility of stopping the train from there. Everything happened so suddenly. I began dreading the worst. There was nothing left for me to do except call for Mother's help.
I kept looking upward in fear. The boy who had climbed onto the girder was sitting on it like a monkey. The train went right under him emitting smoke from the engine. I was just hoping the boy's grip would not loosen out of fear and he fall on the passing train. As the other children were on the bridge, I could not see them. Tejen da and I rushed to get on top of the bridge. We had barely stepped onto the bridge that the last coach too entered the bridge. Once the train had crossed the boy who was sitting atop the girder like a monkey came down laughing. In a short time the train crossed the bridge and we were extremely glad and relieved to see our children walking over the railway sleepers towards us talking and laughing and jumping. And we all were delivered from that dreadful fear.
When I asked the children, they said that each one of them had run to a girder on hearing the train come and they clung to it very tight, keeping themselves as far from the railway-track as possible. The train almost grazed past them. What an experience that was!
We returned with a song of gratitude to Mother on our lips. I recounted the incident to Mother and she heard it quietly.
After this, whenever a group wanted to go to Ginge bridge, I would warn them about the train.
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Quite some time back Vishwanath-da, who used to work with us, came to the office one day and said: "I heard an interesting thing today. Unlike our Bengali or English poetry where the rhyme comes at the end of the line, in Tamil poetry, the rhyme comes at the beginning."
"Could you write such a poem in Bengali?" he asked me.
I felt the task should not be so difficult so I accepted the challenge. Two days later I composed a doggerel in Tamil style. He was very happy. Perhaps the readers may want to enjoy the fun:
Aaj ami khabo na,
Kaj jodi thakey.
Makey boley dio na,
Pakey podey jabo.
Kajey jabo shaukaley,
Majhey chhuti nai.
Tai kheley shanjhey tey,
Nai kono dosh.
Kaurey kaj maujatey,
Bhorey thaki ami.
Kajey dosh dio na,
Lajey morey jabo.
Koro jodi chalaki,
Phor phor korey.
Chanti debo mathatey,
Khanti kautha bolL
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Mother started teaching me occultism in 1947-48. When Mother had finished all her work round one-thirty or two at night, my occultism class would begin.
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First Mother taught me to concentrate with her on the heart-centre. Then with her help I learnt to go out of the body. After all sorts of experiences outside I returned into the body with Mother's help. This was the first lesson.
Mother would always repeat that these things should never be done without a guru. Even when one goes out of the body the soul keeps a contact with it. If that connection breaks for some reason, the soul would not be able to get back into the body. And the body would then die. The guru keeps that contact strong and watches over the body's safety.
Once I had a very strange experience. I had come out of my body and was wandering in the vital world. All of a sudden I saw that a huge, camel-like creature was crushing me with its body. Its body was covered with soft thorns. It was trying to crush me with those thorns. It was quite painful. I started calling Mother. Mother answered: "There, everything is all right." Saying this she brought me back into the body. She then explained to me that I had seen a vital being. But it can do us no harm because we can get back into the body at once. During this experience I was not frightened at all at any moment.
This sort of occult education went on for some time. During this period I used to do physical exercises for over two-and-a-half to three hours in the morning. And then in addition I had other strenuous jobs as well. At night I used to feel very sleepy indeed.
One day I told Mother: "Can't you just pass on your occult power into me without going through all this trouble? If in a specific situation I need your help I'll call you and you will help me. Can't something like this be possible?" Mother replied: "Yes, that can be done too." So I said: "Then Mother do that. I can't keep awake at night. I feel very sleepy."
And so ended my classes of occultism.
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One day Mother told me: ''I'm not saying that I'll leave my body. But if some day I do then I shall diffuse myself with you."
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Mother used to enjoy eating plain bread and butter the most. She also liked lychee-juice very much. She did not like milk or mangoes. She could not bear the smell of jack-fruit or guavas. What she liked very much was: common fruits, vegetables, greens, vegetable soup, mushrooms.
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When Mother went with her husband to Japan she met Rabindranath there. She said about Rabindranath that he was "a man of high culture and very refined taste."
Rabindranath wanted Mother to go with him to Shantiniketan in order to take up his work. But Mother knew that her work was at the Sri Aurobindo Ashram. That is why she did not go to Shantiniketan.
She once recounted that she sat for meditation with Rabindranath. They were both meditating. Mother kept rising and Rabindranath also rose with her. They had both risen quite high. Then Rabindranath decided to settle there and did not wish to go any higher.
Once Mother sat down to eat with her husband and Rabindranath. Rabindranath was served some little fried birds and he was eating them with great relish. Mother and her husband were vegetarians and so they did not take the fried birds.
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A little later Mother's husband, who did not know good English, jokingly told Rabindranath: "Poet's eating little birds?" Rabindranath was not very happy to hear this. He turned to Mother and said: "Please ask your husband to mind what he says."
Rabindranath gave a typewriter to Mother. I think it is still there among her things that are kept at Nanteuil.
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Pavitra-da's relation with Mother was simple, spontaneous and beautiful. Like a little child he would come to Mother and talk to her in complete candour about all sorts of things. He was a great pundit. He had passed out from Polytecbnique, France's most distinguished university. He was an engineer and a chemist but worked in the Ashram as Mother's General Secretary. It was mainly with his help that Mother opened the Ashram School.
One day I went to have lunch with Mother. Mother was sitting in a chair in the north-side room on the second-floor. Pavitra-da, who had removed the carpet from the verandah in front of the room and was wearing leather shoes, was delightfully giving a display of tap-dancing in front of Mother. I could see that both were enjoying themselves immensely.
One day, I don't remember if it was his birthday or a Darshan day, I saw Pavitra-da wearing a beautiful 'kanchi' dhoti (a black-bordered dhoti) from Shantipur with a silk kurta on top and a silk chaddar over his shoulders. He came laughing to Mother to show her his new dress. Then without interrupting his laughter he told Mother: "Someone told me that I was looking like a son-in-law. The famous Bengali 'jamai-babu'." At this, both Mother and Pavitra-da laughed even more.
Sometimes Mother used to try and make Pavitra-da
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Mother on a visit to Biren's room (Pranab also lived here) in 1954
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angry by teasing him. One day a devotee sent some fruits to Mother through him. I don't remember what fruit it was, it may have been a fruit that Mother liked. Mother told Pavitra-da that the fruits should be finished while they were still fresh. Then jokingly Mother said: "You know Pranab, the place Pavitra comes from in France, the people there never eat fresh fruit. They store the fresh fruit and eat the stale ones." Pavitra-da got a little angry and said: "And rightly too! If you don't eat the old fruits they'll get spoilt, they'll rot." Mother continued to laugh: "No, that's not the reason at all! You people don't know how to eat fresh fruit!" And then there was one more outburst of laughter.
Pavitra-da had participated in the First World War. A few days after the War ended he decided to turn to the spiritual path. He went to Mongolia in search of a guru and stayed there with a group of lamas.
Once while recounting his adventures of those times, he said: "The Mongolians did not understand that one could walk for pleasure. One walked for some work, that was fine but to walk for pleasure, that seemed absurd to them!" Pavitra-da used to walk in the morning and evening. People started being suspicious. Was he a spy?
Anyway, he did not find what he was looking for in Mongolia. Then he went to Japan where he took up work in a firm or a university as a chemist. He worked very well. He gained quite a reputation. A specific instance: once, while Pavitra-da was working in the laboratory there was a strong earthquake. Everyone rushed out to safety. But Pavitra-da stayed back to see that everything in the laboratory was in order. Only then did he come out. Mother told me about this incident.
Soon after this, Mother came away to Pondicherry for good in order to take up Sri Aurobindo's work. It was then that on hearing about Sri Aurobindo and Mother he came to Pondicherry to see them. He never left until the end of his life.
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During the Second World War, the French authorities ordered him to enlist. But somehow these orders never reached him and so he did not have to leave Pondicherry to go to France to join the War. With single-minded devotion he went on doing Sri Aurobindo and Mother's work.
Towards the end of his life, he was attacked by a dreadful cancer. When he got to know about it he did not flinch but abandoning himself to the Divine he continued unperturbed to do his work. He did not undergo any medical treatment and bore tremendous pain without a word right up to the end. He was indeed a great-souled man and one of the most distinguished devotees of Mother and Sri Aurobindo.
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Mother and Sri Aurobindo are not the photographs, not the books, not the rooms, not the relics, not even the Samadhi - they are a Consciousness. Everything with which Mother or Sri Aurobindo's name is linked is invaluable to us, an article of supreme faith and devotion. But they are not all. The real thing is their Consciousness.
If we can be aware of that Consciousness and keep ourselves always in touch with it, then that is all. Otherwise all the bowing at the Samadhi and all the reading of Life Divine or Savitri are totally futile.
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I first came to the Ashram in 1942, during the April Darshan. I was only nineteen then. Ranju, Gora and Sunil were my companions and we were put up at the Chettiar House.
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Pranab at the age of twenty-five working at the Laundry
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We were four at night but when I woke up the next morning I found myself alone. The others had gone away to their relatives' houses. I felt very bad.
All my travelling-clothes had become very dirty on the train to Pondicherry. I did not know where the laundry was nor did I know the local language to ask. What was
I to do? In the end I made a bundle of all my dirty clothes and got out. I went to the Ashram and sat down on the staircase in front of the cashier's room ... .
A little later, Nolini-da came and stood in front of me like a saviour. He asked: "What are you sitting here for?" And this simple question was warm with affection.
I said: "I have to get these dirty clothes washed. But II don't know anything here. I was just sitting here wondering what to do."
"You needn't worry." With that one sentence he took all my worries away. He called someone and said: "Will you please take him to the Ashram Laundry?"
I used to feel like asking a lot of questions about the Ashram. But I would see Nolini-da busy all the time. Considering it improper to disturb him I asked: "I would like to know more about the Ashram. Who should I go to?"
"You needn't go to anybody," he promptly replied, "come to me, I'll tell you everything."
"But you're so busy all the time," I said hesitatingly.
With the same warmly affectionate voice he said: "Don't worry about that. I'll find some time. You come."
Then suddenly one day I saw a little notice at the Ashram Gate: Pranab to see Nolini.
I went to see him. He lovingly asked me to sit and offered me a tinful of Crisps. And then he began calling me every Friday and Saturday and would warmly offer me plenty of sweets.
And in this way, enveloped by his affection and love, I have had the chance to hear and understand a lot of
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things from him. His words did not just leave an indelible impression on my mind but infused my heart as well with immense force.
One day I said to Nolini-da: "For the short time I'm here I'd like to work somewhere. Give me a type of work that needs a lot of physical effort."
"Very good," he laughed, "you can go and work in the Laundry, then. You will have to wash Ashramites' clothes."
And so I began working in the Laundry.
During that time I used to experience a strange sort of ardour within me. As if something were trying to express itself, as if I was seeking something but could not touch it, I was looking for something but could not find.
One day I told Nolini-da about this state and asked him: "Can you tell me what is it that I want?"
"You want to remain absorbed in a state of permanent contentment," he answered and in that brief reply cleared my mind completely.
That was the first time I came to know consciously what my inner being longed for.
In this way in 1942, when I first came to the Ashram, I got an uninterrupted and inexhaustible supply of love and affection from Noloni-da. Whenever I came in front of him, I felt that same stream of love pouring into me and out of respect and gratitude my head would bow before him.
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Like Hanuman was to Ramchandra, Dyuman-bhai was to Mother. I always remembered Hanuman whenever I saw Dyuman-bhai.
He did not know anything besides Mother, Sri Aurobindo and their work. He spent all his time serving them or doing their work. I saw him for almost fifty years and
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he was always the same Dyuman-bhai, one-pointedly following Mother and devoted to her. He forgot all about time, food, rest or sleep. His one preoccupation was to keep in step with Mother's work. He never paid any attention to himself, he had hardly anything he could call his. Once he had just come back from an operation and was still bleeding a little. But he did not let this interfere with his duties of attending to Mother. His clothes would get soaked with the bleeding, he would go down, change and return to work with Mother. What an amazing human being he was really!
From outside he seemed a little hard but within he was very emotional. If he felt something needed to be done for someone, it did not matter who the person was he would somehow do it. After Mother's physical withdrawal he felt a little strait-jacketed by some rules and regulations. And so, despite his wanting to he could no do many things. He used to feel bad and he was also pained by not being able to do what he wanted. He could not express his inmost thoughts to everyone. Sometimes he would say something to one or two people he trustee very much.
Both his letter-writing style and his conversation were telegraphic. But he succeeded in communicating hi thoughts. If anything good took place in the Ashram, he would be extremely happy and he would come forward to extend his help. If he developed confidence in some one, he would go all out to help him.
He was born in a middle-class Patel family in Gujarat In the first part of his life he studied in Shantiniketan Then he returned to Gujarat and he did a lot of work for the country under the leadership of Vallabhbhai Patel. A a young man he came to the Ashram to have Mother an' Sri Aurobindo's darshan. And that was it! He resolved the Mother and Sri Aurobindo were his only goal in life. It was almost 60 years ago that he joined the Ashram at
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tender age. In fact the whole Ashram took its shape in his presence and he played quite an active role in this growth. It is from then that he was totally absorbed in Sri Aurobindo and Mother. He spent his entire life in meditating on them, in trying to know them and to work for them.
I received more than my share of love from him for this I am truly grateful. When Mother took me under her care all the people round Mother felt slightly jealous about it. Except Dyuman-bhai. He was beyond jealousy. This is not my opinion but of someone who was close to Mother. He told me this. I did not know anything about it. He told me about it after Mother had left body, and he also admitted being among those who used to feel jealous.
I cannot say that I agreed with Dyuman-bhai on everything. He himself knew this but then he also said that this was how things should be. Everyone ought to be free follow his own ideas on things but this should not cause any hard feelings or ill-will. In reality, we are all one this is what keeps us united over and above our personal differences.
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Andre-da (André Morisset) first came to the Ashram 1949 during the November Darshan.
Mother had occasionally spoken to me about him. Mother told me that when André-da was born, she felt that she did not want much from him. She just wanted him to grow into a true human being. In French "André means man. That is why Mother had called him André. André-da did not disappoint Mother, he became indeed a true human being.
Right from his childhood Andre-da was a brilliant
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student and a human being with a fine temperament. He was especially attracted to Truth and extremely devoted to his mother. A lot of people used to frequently criticise Mother for various things, and if ever these comments reached the little André-da's ears, he would strongly refute them. He would loudly affirm that people did not know what they were talking about, that his mother was a seeker of Truth and she was always sincere in whatever she did.
André-da passed out from the Polytechnique in Paris. Next to Mother's house there used to live a little girl with her family. Her name was Wanda. André-da knew Wanda very closely from his childhood and he would always say that on growing up he would marry her and no one else. And that is what happened. He married Wanda and spent his whole life with her. They had two daughters, Janine and Francoise, and both are Sri Aurobindo's disciples.
André-da participated in both the World Wars as a French soldier. Later he became a reputed and successful businessman. Before coming to the Ashram in 1949, he had had a long correspondence with Mother. During the time he stayed in France, he continued to dedicate himself to Sri Aurobindo and Mother's work, right up to the end.
When André-da came to the Ashram for the first time, Mother was seeing him after many many years. They met in "Golconde". She then made arrangements for him to become acquainted with everything in the Ashram. During that time I used to cycle out on Sundays with five or six boys and girls. One day Mother told me to take André-da along as well. Not on cycle, naturally. She arranged an Ashram car for all of us and we took André-da one Sunday morning and went round to quite a few places. He enjoyed the trip very much.
At that time I used to take the Blue-group gymnastic marching in the evenings. André-da too joined in, wore the blue uniform and did exercises with us during the whole time he was here on that trip.
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André-da always stayed at his own expense whenever he came to the Ashram. And he always worked for the Ashram during the period of his sojourn here.
When he came to the Ashram for the last time, his health had deteriorated very much. One evening we sat together and talked about the ups and downs of the Ashram. Mother was no more in her body then.
On the evening of Mother's physical withdrawal, André-da was one of the six people who were present in her room. About twenty or twenty-five minutes after her withdrawal André-da took me to one side of the room and said that Mother had once told him that if ever she were to leave her body, Pranab is the one who would be most affected. André-da had replied that they were all there and they would take care of Pranab. André-da told me not to worry, that they would see that everything was all right. And that is what happened. I have not experienced any sort of difficulty till now. The unlimited love I received from André-da I have received from few people in my life.
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While talking of Purani-ji, the first thing that I'd like to say is that he was a lion among men.
Of medium height, almost short, he had a compact, robust body. Energy flowed out of his face, his eyes and out of every part of his body. There was a spring-like buoyancy in his movements. Ever jovial and genuinely optimistic. Mother told me that Barin Ghosh had brought Purani-ji to the Ashram.
He and his brother had plunged into national work from a very young age. He was in close contact with Aurobindo's revolutionary group. He was a pioneer in propagating physical culture and organising association
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