BY DR. MAHANAMBRATA BRAHMACHARIJI.
“AKHANDA MANDALAKARAM BAYPTAM JENA CHARACHARAM,
TATAPADANG DARSHITANG JENA TASHMAI SRI GURAVEH NAMAH.”
Through this hymn of paying obeisance to the mentor, the identity of my mentor is perfectly manifest. Salute the mentor, who shows us the Lotus-Feet of that undivided, globular, all pervading entity of this whole universe. This philosophical knowledge about the mentor ought to be well-known to those who practice ascetic austerities. How it has manifested in whose lives are best known to those concerned only. To day I would reveal here the real identity of my mentor as it unfolded in this small life of such an unworthy person like me! I don't remember whether I have talked about this earlier to anybody and anywhere. I shall talk about it today only as this book is an abridged version of the divine activities of my respected mentor. I am obliged to pen-down an introductory note for this book and right now I am on that job only! I would like to utilize this opportunity to unfold an incident that was enacted on the first set of the very fast act of my like-drama, just forty five years ago! This I have recollected regularly on number of occasions and now I would take the advantage of giving it a shape in literary form.
It was the month of Baisakh, 1326 Bengali era. I just crossed over to fifteen years from fourteen. We three youths, went to Faridpur from Barishal, virtually running all the way! All three of us were school students. We fled from school as well as from our homes. Asutosh Dasgupta and Rajendranath Dasgupta, were my companions. Ashu was fondly called as Sonai, while Rajendra was nicknamed as Maharaj. Both of them were senor to me in age. Hence it would be proper to identity myself as their companion, instead of the other way. Maharaj was the first guide in my life. When I was of the age of 12 years, then I dreamt of an exquisite angel idol. After a few days of that dream Maharaj called me. He showed me the divine idol of Sri Sri Prabhu Jagatbandhu Sundar and asked whether it matched with the deity as seen in my dream or not! I was overwhelmed to find that it was the same idol which I visualized in my dream! I was further astonished to think that how could Maharaj came to know about my dream? Even today, I don't know as to how he learnt about it. Maharaj was about 17 / 18 years old. At that age never could I find such a youth intently devoted to truth and practitioner of ascetic austerities. In my childhood, he only was my path finder. At my early age of 13 / 14, it was Maharaj only who taught all such great spiritual knowledge as to; “who am I? Where could we find the fulfillment of life? What is the eternal thing in this world? What are the transitory things etc.” He was the first to sow the seeds of other worldliness in my life. Maharaj himself was apathetic to worldly interests, as a vaishnav anchorite he was named as ‘Sankarshan Das' by Sripad Mahendraji. Sometimes he was called as Rajen, too. Maharaj was a very favourite person to Mahendraji. Neither Sonai nor Maharaj are alive now in this world! Sonai was my class mate. One day Sonai and myself, without informing our houses, went to Mr. Rajnat Das's house, about 15 miles away, to participate in the 24 hours kirtan. Celebration of Prabhu Jagatbandhu. Our guardians lodged complaint to the school administration. Mr. Madhusudan Sen, our Headmaster of the school, whipped me hard with cane and said – “Take a vow to not to attend ‘Kiritan' anymore!” I said – “No Sir, I won't go again!” Thereafter he whipped Sonai twenty times, but he never replied in negative. He only uttered “Jai Jagatbandhu' for a few times. Being totally perplexed, The Headmaster said – “I have seen Kali's Pralhad!” Sonai too, was moulded by Mahendraji.
I took so much of time and space to acquaint you with my two companions. I indulged in so much elaboration because both these youths were highly influenced by Sripad Mahendraji. Now, I would come back to my track, again. Around 11 or 12 noon , we three arrived at Sri Angan. There were only a few persons at Sri Angan. We approached the temple gate. It was open, and only one person was standing at the door. On asking him, Maharaj could learn that Prabhu has gone out for a stroll along the western road. We also started running west wards along the Jessor Road . After about 5 – 7 minutes walk, we could hear the sweet sounds of ‘Kiritan.' Within no time the ‘Kirtan-Troupe' were right in front of us. Along with the Kirtan 5 to 7 persons were carrying an easy charier on their shoulders. Bamboo poles were attached with the stands of that easy chair. There was an exquisitely beautiful, bright fair complexioned person sitting on the chair. We were full to the brim by his beauty, charm and smell. We were watching this from a distance. As they approached near by, we laid prostrate on the ground to pay obeisance. Sripad Mahendraji only lifted me up by holding my hand.
Prabhu went out like that on consecutive two days. My life was quenched at the divine vision of God. But a strong desire to touch him, started growing within. Next day in the morning, we accompanied Prabhu in street-kirtan and returned. When the devotees, carrying Prabhu on easy chair, entered the temple, only with the aim of touching the divine body! An attendant devotee, named Rajweswar, got annoyed with me for my illegal entrance inside the temple. He forcefully ousted me. I entered the temple with a great desire. Due to this act of Rajweswar, I fainted while carrying vehemently. I did not recollect as to how long I was unconscious! When I regained my senses, I found myself within the Sanctum-Sanctorium of the temple. Sripad Mahendraji was seated by my side and before me, on a milky-white bed Sri Sri Bandhusundar resting supine. There was no one else. I did not know as to how was brought-in there. Later on I learnt that Mahendraji himself picked up my unconscious body on his lap and brought me there.
He wiped my eyes and caressed on my back saying:- “come, let me conduct your nuptials! Sri Hari is the only ‘Purush' while all the living – souls are nature – the primordial female energy. The real marriage is accomplished only by the union of these two.” Though young at age, I could then understand the underlying meaning of those words. Sripad, took me by my hand and positioned me by the side of Prabhu's bed; and ordered – “come on, put on basil leaves and sandal wood pastes on his divine feet.” Where could I find basil leaves and sandal wood? What a surprise? Right beside me, there were basil leaves and sandal-wood paste on the basil leaves, he passed it on to my hand Sripad instructed – “put it on his feet and get bonded to him forever.” Sri Sri Prabhu was lying on his sides. One foot was stretched near to me, while the other was tucked in.
The sole of his stretched foot was brilliantly red with all the marks of flags and thunder bolts. I could see them clearly as shown by him. As per instruction of Sripad, I offered basil leaves and sandal paste on the nearest foot. I had a desire to worship the other foot too; and with that wish, Prabhu stretched also the other foot! As per direction, I offered basil – leave and sandal – wood – paste on foot also. Thereafter, as per gesticulation, I took a handful of sandal-wood paste from the pot and smeared it on all the sides of the divine feet. What a charming – touch it was? All my body and mind turned insensate. A few flies were sitting on the divine body of Sri Sri Prabhu. Then a devotee fanned them out and put on the mosquito-net. Sripad hinted me to sit a bit away. Sitting a little aloof, I went on observing the radiant aura of the sacred body, while seeing this I totally forgot this mundane world.
Later on, Maharaj Rajen, after knowing everything, briefed me about the complete spiritual philosophy of Sri Hari:- “'Hari' is the culmination of Guru, Gouranga, Gopi and Radhey – Shyam, Sri Hari Purush is the only ontological knowledge. By length and height, he is of four cubit in measurement; and being spherical in nature, he is globular also. The celestial body of Haripurush is not inanimate – a personifying (true) consciousness; condensed – blissful – consciousness. This element of consciousness is ever attached to t he whole creation, hence an all pervading entity. Sripad Mahendraji showed you, got you worshipping the sacred feet of Sri Purushottama, the absolute being; and introduced you to the pole-star of your life. You are fortunate to get such a mentor and a spiritual teacher!”
Those words of Maharaj still now jingle in my heart. I feel myself gratified. The epithet “Tatpadang darshitang jena ” has attained such a fulfillment in my life. That probably it seldom happened to many other's lives! It seemed, as if, whatever occurred on that day was not merely an event; but a personified idol of eternal entity – expressing the true nature of the greatest preceptor's philosophy.