" As I transferred to the paper the lore that I had so
recently acquired, I whispered a few words of thanksgiving that
I had heeded Romesh's last-minute summons. Had I been ignorant of
Vidyasagar's benefactions to mankind (including ultimately myself),
I could not have passed the Bengali examination. Failing in one
subject, I would have been forced to stand examination anew in all
subjects the following year. Such a prospect was understandably
abhorrent.
The second instruction on the sheet read: "Write an essay in Bengali
on the life of the man who has most inspired you." Gentle reader,
I need not inform you what man I chose for my theme. As I covered
page after page with praise of my guru, I smiled to realize that
my muttered prediction was coming true: "I will fill up the sheets
with your teachings!"
I had not felt inclined to question Romesh about my course in
philosophy. Trusting my long training under Sri Yukteswar, I safely
disregarded the textbook explanations. The highest mark given to
any of my papers was the one in philosophy. My score in all other
subjects was just barely within the passing mark.
It is a pleasure to record that my unselfish friend Romesh received
his own degree CUM LAUDE.
Father was wreathed in smiles at my graduation. "I hardly thought
you would pass, Mukunda," he confessed. "You spend so much time
with your guru." Master had indeed correctly detected the unspoken
criticism of my father.
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