Living in The Presence
- To begin with..
- Sri Aurobindo And The Mother
- Longing For Pondicherry
- Our First Darshan Of The Mother
- The Evening Meditation
- The Mother Watches My Dance
- Darshan of Mahadeva
- In The Clutches Of Bhairavi
- Sri Aurobindo's Last Darshan
- The Full Moon Of Lakshmi
- Ornaments
- My Education
- Baba's Coming To The Ashram
- My Education Starts At The Ashram School
- My First Birthday At The Ashram
- The Day After
- My Dance At The Playground
- My Second Birthday At The Ashram
- Aspiration And Receptivity
- My necklace
- My Education In Music
- My First Interview With The Mother
- A Question About The 1st December Programme
- About The 'Aspiration' Dance
- The Dress-Rehearsal Of The 1st December Programme
- My Most Unforgettable Birthday
- Cultivate Your Will-power
- Om
- The Day Of The Programme
- An Experience During The 1st December Programme
- Making The Salwar-kameez For The Mother
- In The Grip Of Jealousy
- An Attempt At a Dance-drama On Savitri
- My Birthday Of 1963
- Will I Ever Transform Myself
- A Dream
- My French Class
- A French Poem On My Birthday
- Programme By The French Class
- Spoken French Class
- Excursions
- Conversation About The Body
- The Mother And Arup
- Organising Programmes by Visiting Artists
- Sangeetmala
- My Programme-loving Self
- The Hour of God
- The Music Section
- Western Music Education
- The Organ From The Mother
- The Dance Of Mahakali
- The Rhythm Eternal
- About Another Programme
- About Rehearsals
- Mischief In The Singing Class
- A Wish Fulfilled
- A Little Problem
- Imitating The Mother’s Music
- No, No, That’s a Music Room
- The Organ Is Your Instrument
- Attack By Negative Forces
- Am I Mad
- Singing Class In Auroville
- A Letter
- Bengali Dramatic Section
- Some Thoughts On Organising Programmes
- Puja-Celebrations By JIPMER Doctors
- All India Radio (Pondicherry)
- Seminar Of World Union
- My Friend
- New Birthday Dress
- Different Schools Of Music
- Total Concentration
- Sri Aurobindo’s Centenary
- Sterling Gold
- To Round Off
- Gratitude Without End
- My Pranam
Sterling Gold
This incident took place a long time ago. I had wrapped it away very carefully within the treasure—chest of my memories. This is not just an utterance of the Mother, it is Her mantra!
I — Mother, can I ask you a question?
Mother — Yes, go ahead.
I — Mother, you will not get angry with me?
Mother — No, go ahead.
I — Mother, many people here act wrongly in so many ways, behave incorrectly. And this wrong behaviour goes on and on. I do not know if You tell them anything. But you surely know about it! When I act wrongly, I have to bear its dreadful consequences, as if I have done something hugely unjust. Why do I feel this way, Mother?
The Mother gazed at me in a very meaningfully pensive way. Then, She uttered these extraordinary words, this soul- stirring mantra!
Mother — I have
created a little world here. In this world there is
everything, good, bad, everything that you can find in the world
outside. To those who have taken up this life of sadhana, these
daily happenings are like a touchstone. Each one deals with these
happenings in accordance with his capacity of sincerity or
insincerity. The ones who keeping their sincerity totally, completely
intact come out successful through this test, are those who
turn into sterling gold.
Taking my hands
with exceeding tenderness into Hers and gazing at me
intently, She spoke again:
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The Mother placed Her hand on my head and closed Her eyes for a while. Then opening them again, She said gently, “Aurevoir, then!”
