Yet their reluctant
departure would bring an expressed conviction that Sri Yukteswar had
shown precise insight into their specialized fields of knowledge.
My guru always had young resident disciples in his hermitage.
He directed their minds and lives with that careful discipline in
which the word "disciple" is etymologically rooted.--see puri.jpg]
"I think so, sir."
Sri Yukteswar was silent for a few minutes, a half-suppressed smile
on his lips. "No, you forgot," he said finally. "Divine contemplation
must not be made an excuse for material carelessness. You have
neglected your duty in safeguarding the ashram; you must be punished."
I thought he was obscurely joking when he added: "Your six cauliflowers
will soon be only five."
We turned around at Master's orders and marched back until we were
close to the hermitage.
"Rest awhile. Mukunda, look across the compound on our left; observe
the road beyond. A certain man will arrive there presently; he will
be the means of your chastisement."
I concealed my vexation at these incomprehensible remarks. A peasant
soon appeared on the road; he was dancing grotesquely and flinging
his arms about with meaningless gestures. Almost paralyzed with
curiosity, I glued my eyes on the hilarious spectacle. As the man
reached a point in the road where he would vanish from our view,
Sri Yukteswar said, "Now, he will return."
The peasant at once changed his direction and made for the rear
of the ashram.
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