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putrid wounds lying uncared for in the lanes of<br />

Varanasi. In later years, when his legs had become<br />

stiff due to standing for long hours every<br />

day for more than sixty years, he would go to<br />

the dressing room on a specially designed wheelchair<br />

to do the dressings. Th e dressing room had<br />

turned him into a saint.4<br />

Ban Bihari Baba’s is the path to sainthood, and<br />

in this case Mother’s laughter sounds diff erent.<br />

The Delusion of ‘I and Mine’<br />

Sri Ramakrishna says: ‘“I” and “mine”—these<br />

constitute ignorance. “My house”, “my wealth”,<br />

“my learning”, “my possessions”—the attitude<br />

that prompts one to say such things comes of<br />

ignorance.’5 When we look at ourselves, we fi nd<br />

that we have constructed many walls around us.<br />

Th ese walls made of gender, language, colour,<br />

caste, state, country, religion, and so forth separate<br />

our ‘I’ from others. All these walls constrict<br />

and bind down our Self. We hold ourselves free,<br />

though we are driven like slaves by our senses,<br />

our property, our family, our religion, our country,<br />

our ‘mine’.<br />

Each person has a unique station in the spiritual<br />

journey towards freedom; each is a unique<br />

ray returning to the infi nite centre. And as we<br />

proceed to the centre the soul’s clinging to ‘I and<br />

mine’ is slowly transformed; fi rst the gross aspect<br />

is renounced, then the subtle, and fi nally<br />

the causal. It can be also said that the journey is<br />

from instinct to reason, and then to inspiration;<br />

or from the animal to the human, and then to the<br />

Divine. As we proceed, we discover that ‘all our<br />

misery comes through ignorance, and this ignorance<br />

is the idea of manifoldness, this separation<br />

between man and man, between nation and nation,<br />

between earth and moon, between moon<br />

and sun.’ 6 We come out of the individual and<br />

ascend towards the universal, for ‘in the heart of<br />

things there is Unity still. … Unity between man<br />

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Prabuddha Bharata<br />

and man, between races and races, high and low,<br />

rich and poor, gods and men, and men and animals.<br />

… And he who has attained to this conception<br />

of Oneness has no more delusion’ (ibid.).<br />

Today science is converging to this idea of oneness,<br />

as it studies and searches nature in all its variety<br />

and diversity, whether internal or external.<br />

Reverberating Laughter<br />

In the present society, when the most devastating<br />

confl agration of ‘I and mine’ is contracting the<br />

human heart, paradoxically, the greatest opportunity<br />

for the expansion of the spirit is possible.<br />

For this reason we hear today Mother’s laughter<br />

all around much more than ever before. Th e following<br />

incident took place on December 1908,<br />

while the Holy Mother Sri Sarada Devi was at<br />

Jayrambati:<br />

Th e Mother sat on the porch near the main entrance<br />

of her house, while the monks sat on the<br />

verandah of the parlour. In front moved the<br />

loads of paddy towards the farm-yard of uncles<br />

Varada and Kali. Th e fencing put by the latter<br />

outside his threshing fl oor had encroached a little<br />

on the road, so that the paddy bags coming<br />

to uncle Varada’s barn could not pass through<br />

easily. Th is gave rise to an altercation between<br />

the two brothers, and a scuffl e was about to ensure<br />

when the Mother, no longer able to sit indiff<br />

erently, rushed to the place and, to pacify<br />

them, sometimes said to the one ‘It is your fault’,<br />

and sometimes dragged the other by the hand.<br />

… Her intervention stopped them from coming<br />

to blows. Nevertheless, she could not stop them<br />

from exchanging hot words. She, however, kept<br />

standing between them. Just then the monks<br />

came to her rescue, and the brothers walked<br />

away cursing each other. Th e Mother was excited,<br />

no doubt; and in a fl urry she returned<br />

and sat down on the verandah of her house.<br />

And then in the twinkling of an eye her anger<br />

and agitation were nowhere; on the contrary,<br />

the eternal peace behind all clashes of worldly<br />

PB <strong>October</strong> <strong>2011</strong>

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