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

The Mother And Arup
When Arup was eleven, he went to Calcutta for his annual
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school
holiday. When he was returning from there to Pondicherry, he
developed, on the way, very high fever and both his legs
became numb. He couldn't even move them. My second brother,
Robi, was escorting Arup and his mother to Pondicherry. Unable
to find a doctor on board the train, he got down
at a station where the train had halted, and rushed a telegram
to the Mother, informing Her about Arup' s condition and praying
for Her blessing. When the train arrived the next
morning in Madras, Robi discovered a friend of his, resident of
Madras, standing on the platform. He was a disciple of the
Mother and his name was Jaikishan Baheti. He told him about
Arup' s condition. Promptly, Jaikishan-da took Arup to his
family doctor who at once gave him an injection. Unbelievably, Arup
recovered. However, the doctor advised them not
to take Arup back to Pondicherry immediately but rest for a
few days in Madras. And so, Arup, Boudi and Robi stayed on in
Jaikishan-da's house. When Arup had recovered his health a little
more, Robi asked Jaikishan-da what had brought him to the
Madras Central Station that day, so early in the morning? Jaikishan-da's answer left Robi nonplussed. He said, "Robi, you
know I wake up very early in the morning. That morning, as
soon as I woke up, I heard a voice telling me to take the car
to the Central Station. At first, I ignored these words, but then
I heard the same instruction again much louder, I could not
ignore it this time and drove straight down to the Central Station.
At the station, I found you and the difficulty you were in!
Arup was very ill!" Robi was so overwhelmed by this, that on
arriving in Pondicherry, he went straight to Nolini-da to tell
him about Arup's illness and requested him to inform the Mother
about Jaikishan-da's experience. "Yes, I know", the Mother
replied when She was told about this, "after Robi's telegram,
I knew everything that happened to Arup." After receiving
the Mother's blessing, Arup regained his health fully and
resumed school again.
From
his very childhood, Arup had had a gift for painting. He
adored drawing. Once on his birthday in 1964, when he was
12 years old, he offered the Mother three paintings of
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his.
I was with Arup on that day. With great attention, the Mother
looked at each of his paintings and asked him, "Have you
done these paintings?" Arup told the Mother that he had painted
them and he had brought them to Offer them to Her. The
Mother was very happy to see these paintings and said, "Arup,
whenever you paint something new, send it to me with
your aunt, she comes to see me. I want to see all your paintings."
Then
the Mother gave Arup some flowers and blessed him.
After this, whenever Arup painted anything, I would take it
to the Mother. Most of the time, the Mother would look at his
painting and tell me something about it. I would like to share
with you some of Her comments. I came to know from Tanmay-da
that the Mother had shown Pavitra-da, the director of
the School, the three paintings by Arup. She had asked Pavitra-da
to inform Tanmay-da that whenever Arup needed anything
for his drawings (paper, paints etc.) the school should provide
him with everything. Arup was then part of the 'Free Progress'
system. Some time later,when Tanmay-da went to see
the Mother about school work, She instructed him that if ever
Arup felt like painting in the middle of a class, he should be
permitted to do so. If, while painting or at any other time, he
felt like listening to music, the school should provide the facility.
Arup was very fond of Sunil-da's music. Let me present here
some of the Mother's comments on Arup's paintings:
1.
The Eagle: Arup had once painted an eagle. A golden eagle
sitting over the earth. The eyes, the nose, the whole expression
of the eagle's face was extraordinary. As soon as She
received this painting, She looked at it very attentively and
said to me, "The painting is superb. The eagle is very expressive,
this eagle is the harbinger of the new life to come upon
earth." The Mother looked at me in her compassionate way
and said, "Tell Arup that the eagle's eyes are exceptional. I
really like the painting very much."
2.
Golden Earth: A higher Power carrying out the transformation of the
earth. The Mother's comment: "Ah, how beautiful!"
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4.
Another time, Arup did a beautiful painting - Arup's old
being that he seeks to transform is lying on the ground and
his transformed being stands in front of the sprawled out old
being - it is a powerful, transformed being.
As
soon as She took the painting in Her hand, She said forcefully
to me, raising Her right hand, 'Can you see, his soul
is talking! Marvellous! Tell Arup that this is an admirable attempt!"
5.
Once, Arup was going through a low phase. He did a painting
and sent it to the Mother. The Mother's comment: "Try
to find your psychic being. In that endeavour, you will find
help."
6.
This is about another painting - piercing a totally black
sky, like lightning, a golden light was descending upon the
earth. The top portion of the earth is illumined by this golden
light. It's quite an extraordinary piece. The Mother's comment: "The supramental light descending into the Inconscience - it is
penetrating the lower depths of the Inconscience, right into the
deepest recesses of obscurity."
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Let
me tell you about one more brief charming incident about
Arup and move on to the next chapter. Arup must have been
eleven or twelve then. I had been working with a group of
boys from the Ashram at the Theater on a Bengali story by Sri
Aurobindo entitled Swapna (A Dream) that I had also dramatized. Arup
was to play the role of Sri Krishna and Swadesh was
Harimohan. During our rehearsals at the Theater, Arup used
to play a lot of pranks. Being a little boy, he did not quite understand
the importance of a role like Sri Krishna's. Despite all
my efforts, both at home and on the stage, he just could not
realise its real dimension. So one day, for one of his mischievous
pranks, I scolded him quite harshly and told him that I
would ask some other boy to take up Sri Krishna's role. I felt I
had somewhat overdone the scolding, and that too in front of
all the participants. Arup became absolutely speechless. He stayed
quiet. I did not pay much attention to the evening's incident.
Two
days later, it was a Sunday, I went to the Mother for
Her darshan. The Mother told me, "Arup has written to me
asking for forgiveness. He has promised that he will not do
any mischief again during the rehearsals. Don't change his role
in the play. Let Arup play Sri Krishna."
The
day of the performance arrived. The Mother seemed to
have done some magic with Arup. When in the play, Harimohan
says, "If I find Keshto, I will have him whipped to
teach him a lesson", seeing the little Sri Krishna on stage, an
irresistibly sweet smile on his lips, holding his flute, dressed in
a golden dhoti with a peacock feather adorning his head, his
presence rendered even more enchanting with Runu's marvelous flute, the spectators were enthralled! After the programme,everyone
had the same reaction - Sri Krishna's role
was very well enacted, it was extraordinary. The Mother's words
echoed in my ears, "Don't change his role in the play. Let
Arup play Sri Krishna."
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