"But no time
remains for proper preparation." Under my breath I muttered, "I will
fill up the sheets with your teachings in answer to the questions!"
When I entered the hermitage the following day at my usual hour,
I presented my bouquet with a certain mournful solemnity. Sri
Yukteswar laughed at my woebegone air.
"Mukunda, has the Lord ever failed you, at an examination or
elsewhere?"
"No, sir," I responded warmly. Grateful memories came in a revivifying
flood.
"Not laziness but burning zeal for God has prevented you from
seeking college honors," my guru said kindly. After a silence, he
quoted, "'Seek ye first the kingdom of God, and His righteousness;
and all these things shall be added unto you.'" {FN23-4}
For the thousandth time, I felt my burdens lifted in Master's
presence. When we had finished our early lunch, he suggested that
I return to the PANTHI.
"Does your friend, Romesh Chandra Dutt, still live in your
boardinghouse?"
"Yes, sir."
"Get in touch with him; the Lord will inspire him to help you with
the examinations."
"Very well, sir; but Romesh is unusually busy. He is the honor man
in our class, and carries a heavier course than the others."
Master waved aside my objections. "Romesh will find time for you.
Now go."
I bicycled back to the PANTHI. The first person I met in the
boardinghouse compound was the scholarly Romesh. As though his days
were quite free, he obligingly agreed to my diffident request.
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