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... restaurants, each bigger than our Ganpatram's, were situated on it - an English restaurant, a French, a German, an Italian, each with its own national edition of our laughing and welcoming Ganpatram, a Mister Ganpatram, a Monsieur Gannepatramme, a Herr Gaunpautraum, a Signor Ganpatramo."" 15.Malapropism: An erroneous word-usage is called 'malapropism'. The word has come from Sheridan's Mrs ...

... body. Page 199 quite different - not like the Ashram of today; now whenever you like, you can go to Ganpatram, 254 whenever you like, you can go to the bazaar, etc. At that time, it was absolutely different, it was impossible to do such things. There was no Ganpatram. Even if I had a cup of tea, I would feel guilty; now I can take ten cups of tea without feeling anything. Anyhow, at ...

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... any other. This is the Mother’s kingdom. None can hold me down. My ‘gerua’ (ochre robe) is ready. I can put it on and go away.” 2-3 days later I met Yogananda in the Sports Ground. He held out two Ganpatram toffees, saying: “ Ei nao, Pranab diyechhe.” (Take these. Pranab has given.) He was in a good mood. I took them and asked what had happened. He said he and Pranab had made up, shaken hands — so the ...

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... given up playing, and was on the retired list, acting only as a spectator. Moni was so pleased with this performance of mine that he took me straightway to a nearby hotel or bar. There was no Ganpatram in those days, alas! Let me conclude this narrative with a few incidental remarks, some reflections concerning "style" in games. In my native town in Bengal I had a friend who played tennis ...

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... to give up all samskaras . I understood this one day from the Mother Herself. Every evening in the Playground, the Mother would sit in front of the map of India and distribute toffees made by Ganpatram-ji to everyone. An American lady named Rijuta would take the toffee from the Mother with her left hand. I found that very improper. How could she take the toffee with her left hand? And so one day ...

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... — four restaurants', each bigger than our Ganpatram's, were situated on it — an English restaurant, a French, a German, an Italian, each with its own national edition of a laughing and welcoming Ganpatram, a Mister Ganpat-ram, a Monsieur Gannepatramme, a Herr Gaunpautraum, a Sig-nor Ganpatramo. From the very top floor I could see taxicabs looking as small as beetles. I have been on top of the Rajabai ...

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... given up playing, and was on the retired list, acting only as a spectator. Moni was so pleased with this performance of mine that he took me straightway to a nearby hotel or bar. There was no Ganpatram in those days, alas! Let me conclude this narrative with a few incidental remarks, some reflections concerning "style" in games. In my native town in Bengal I had a friend who played tennis ...

... Mother, as I am alone, I have asked Gangaram to accompany us. We will take from Ravindra-ji:     7 loaves of bread, 25 bananas, 6 ounces of butter     I will take some milk-sweets from Ganpatram. Mother, we need Your permission. Can we go? The Mother's answer:     My blessings. Letter written by students to the Mother in 1963: Sweet Mother,     We have ...

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... followed her. (Urmila is a young sadhika from Orissa. She had stayed at Shantiniketan for many years and studied there. It is only three years since she came to the Ashram and has been working at Ganpatram's. One month ago she came to live in the same building as I.) Urmila received the Mother with great love and joy and devotion and offered two very big roses at her feet and did Pranam. On touching ...

... fruits are washed in an antiseptic solution before being cooked or eaten and many other precautions are taken to avoid any outbreak in the Ashram. The inspiration behind the origin of the sadhak Ganpatram's Cottage Restaurant came from the Mother, I was told. She did not want the Ashram children to take food from outside and fall ill; so she called him one day and asked him to open a restaurant only ...

... She probably knew what She was doing. For after 1961, the rest of my correspondence remained downstairs with Pavitra, that is, now with Morisset, thus fit for the fire or the wastebasket — or Ganpatram’s papier-mache (it would not be so bad, after all, to end up in pretty Tamil colors beneath little vanilla gods). It would be better than to be torn up like Pavitra’s notebooks. 74 So, you will ...