Baba
Namaskar,
Recently many read the letter on Ananda Marga Google Groups network how Bengal is great. I also feel that Bengal is great.
And here below I offer an example Bengal is great. As we know, Ananda Marga started in 1955 and since then nearly sixty years have passed and Ananda Marga has spread all around the globe - to all places, lands, and regions.
Yet such type of incident described below only occurred in Bengal. That is why I feel that Bengal is "great". In Bengal, the people are very broad-minded and dharmic.
Read below and see how the general public of Bengal is great and saintly - decide for yourself.
'The four of us came to the Krishnanagar railway station. The Baharampur-bound local was not to arrive yet for an hour. We sat on a bench on the platform and engaged ourselves in conversation. Some unknown men, standing some distance away attracted our attention. They were looking at us suspiciously and talking among themselves. We did not think anything of it because gossip and conjecture about Ananda Marga was not unusual those days. Everybody judged us from his own point of view. This was nothing unusual.'
'The train for Baharampur arrived on time. We were quick to get in and occupied some seats. Within half an hour the train reached the Dhubulia station where it was to stop for a few minutes. As soon as the train stopped, some men crashed into our compartment and began attacking us, shouting at the top of their voices, 'You hypocrite sadhus! Kidnappers! Get down from the carriage, quick!'. Grabbing our arms they were about to drag us out of the compartment. Their violent appearance, the smell of liquor on their breaths, their crude language and beastly behaviour showed they were some antisocial gang. There was no doubt that their action was premeditated; they attacked us with definite motive. We were nothing before their combined force; we were totally helpless. Even then, our moral courage was decidedly stronger than theirs. We stood in defiant protest against their onslaught...'
'The train had moved a little distance from the station, but suddenly came to a creaking halt. The gangsters had pulled the alarm chain. Instantly a large contingent f ruffians broke into our compartment, shouting filthy, abusive language. This time their aim was to haul us off the train. They used their combined force and started to drag us by the arms. They were mad in their bestial behaviour. The other passengers were frozen in terror...'
'Some ladies were trembling and broke into tears...'
'Suddenly, something flashed in my mind. There was only one who could save us from this predicament. Closing my eyes for a few seconds, I concentrated my mind on Baba. I regained my strength and equanimity.'
'On the platform we faced a huge crowd of hundreds of people. They pounced upon us immediately and started heckling us. They pulled off our turbans and tried to tear our clothes off us, pushing and pulling at us from all sides, shouting the same names as before, 'Kidnappers! Beat them! Beat them!' They were like a pack of frenzied wolves, it was quite useless to inquire which boy, whose son, where, who. I realized we were the victims of a planned conspiracy. I again remembered my saviour Baba and surrendered to Him...'
'We were dragged forcefully along the railway lines, the gang hitting us with all their might. They brought us to as big field adjacent to the station. In a twinkling of an eye, thousands assembled there. Some had come with the intention of teaching some child-stealers a good lesson, some had come to get a kick out of beating us and others came to enjoy these jokes. Pulling and pushing and dragging us, we were brought, at last, to the middle of the field.'
'We were surrounded by angry, leering men on all sides. To them we were only kidnapers to be brought to mob justice. Vulgar words were continuously thrown at us. Different people were threatening us with any weapon at hand-- branches, bamboos broken from some fencing, iron rods. We were victims of a deep conspiracy and would be the victims of a lynching. After this not even our nameless corpses would be found. With fear in our eyes we trembled to think what lie ahead and again remembered Baba. We consecrated ourselves to Baba's holy feet and stood motionless, our eyes closed, lost in the thought of Him.'
['Later] They surrounded the room. They started to pound and beat on the door. We had bolted the shuttered, barred windows from inside, but they were hitting them violently. Soon the latches were broken and the panels splintered. They started throwing rocks and brickbats through the broken windows; we sheltered ourselves in a corner of the room. Some of them were trying to break the iron grilles off the windows....This tremendous struggle continued for a long time...'
[Ultimately in the end], the Supreme Father snatched us from the jaws of death when escape seemed impossible. I felt we all got new lives handed over to us. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I offered my homage to Him for His kindness and mercy...Nobody can snatch the Lord's loving children from the ever-secure shelter of His feet without His consent..." (1)
So decide for yourself - are the people of Bengal dharmic and great?
Namaskar,
In Him,
Pallab Bose
Those absorbed in neo-humanistic ideals are beyond geo, socio, and linguistic sentiment. For them every land is "our / my land" - and no language or country is great or lowly. All are equal as being the creation of Parama Purusa. But those who are narrow-minded they adopt an opposite stance.
Here below is the letter about the greatness of Bengal & Bengalis that ignited this entire discussion and the above letter is the reply.
From: Kartick Kutti <kartickku.....l.com>
Date: Tue, 25 Feb 2014 15:18:33 +0530
Cc: Babasdream<BabasDream@yahoogroups.com>; anandamarg<anandamarg@googlegroups.com>
"Yes there are hundred reasons to think that Baba was a Bengali and He liked Bengali." <end>
REFERENCE
1. My Days with Baba by Ac Sarveshvarananda Avt, p.155-61
(Note if you want to read the full story, please see the chapter in the book.)
ONLY MY BENGAL IS GREAT
Namaskar,
Recently many read the letter on Ananda Marga Google Groups network how Bengal is great. I also feel that Bengal is great.
And here below I offer an example Bengal is great. As we know, Ananda Marga started in 1955 and since then nearly sixty years have passed and Ananda Marga has spread all around the globe - to all places, lands, and regions.
Yet such type of incident described below only occurred in Bengal. That is why I feel that Bengal is "great". In Bengal, the people are very broad-minded and dharmic.
Read below and see how the general public of Bengal is great and saintly - decide for yourself.
EXAMPLE OF GREATNESS OF MY BENGAL
'The four of us came to the Krishnanagar railway station. The Baharampur-bound local was not to arrive yet for an hour. We sat on a bench on the platform and engaged ourselves in conversation. Some unknown men, standing some distance away attracted our attention. They were looking at us suspiciously and talking among themselves. We did not think anything of it because gossip and conjecture about Ananda Marga was not unusual those days. Everybody judged us from his own point of view. This was nothing unusual.'
'The train for Baharampur arrived on time. We were quick to get in and occupied some seats. Within half an hour the train reached the Dhubulia station where it was to stop for a few minutes. As soon as the train stopped, some men crashed into our compartment and began attacking us, shouting at the top of their voices, 'You hypocrite sadhus! Kidnappers! Get down from the carriage, quick!'. Grabbing our arms they were about to drag us out of the compartment. Their violent appearance, the smell of liquor on their breaths, their crude language and beastly behaviour showed they were some antisocial gang. There was no doubt that their action was premeditated; they attacked us with definite motive. We were nothing before their combined force; we were totally helpless. Even then, our moral courage was decidedly stronger than theirs. We stood in defiant protest against their onslaught...'
'The train had moved a little distance from the station, but suddenly came to a creaking halt. The gangsters had pulled the alarm chain. Instantly a large contingent f ruffians broke into our compartment, shouting filthy, abusive language. This time their aim was to haul us off the train. They used their combined force and started to drag us by the arms. They were mad in their bestial behaviour. The other passengers were frozen in terror...'
'Some ladies were trembling and broke into tears...'
'Suddenly, something flashed in my mind. There was only one who could save us from this predicament. Closing my eyes for a few seconds, I concentrated my mind on Baba. I regained my strength and equanimity.'
'On the platform we faced a huge crowd of hundreds of people. They pounced upon us immediately and started heckling us. They pulled off our turbans and tried to tear our clothes off us, pushing and pulling at us from all sides, shouting the same names as before, 'Kidnappers! Beat them! Beat them!' They were like a pack of frenzied wolves, it was quite useless to inquire which boy, whose son, where, who. I realized we were the victims of a planned conspiracy. I again remembered my saviour Baba and surrendered to Him...'
'We were dragged forcefully along the railway lines, the gang hitting us with all their might. They brought us to as big field adjacent to the station. In a twinkling of an eye, thousands assembled there. Some had come with the intention of teaching some child-stealers a good lesson, some had come to get a kick out of beating us and others came to enjoy these jokes. Pulling and pushing and dragging us, we were brought, at last, to the middle of the field.'
'We were surrounded by angry, leering men on all sides. To them we were only kidnapers to be brought to mob justice. Vulgar words were continuously thrown at us. Different people were threatening us with any weapon at hand-- branches, bamboos broken from some fencing, iron rods. We were victims of a deep conspiracy and would be the victims of a lynching. After this not even our nameless corpses would be found. With fear in our eyes we trembled to think what lie ahead and again remembered Baba. We consecrated ourselves to Baba's holy feet and stood motionless, our eyes closed, lost in the thought of Him.'
['Later] They surrounded the room. They started to pound and beat on the door. We had bolted the shuttered, barred windows from inside, but they were hitting them violently. Soon the latches were broken and the panels splintered. They started throwing rocks and brickbats through the broken windows; we sheltered ourselves in a corner of the room. Some of them were trying to break the iron grilles off the windows....This tremendous struggle continued for a long time...'
[Ultimately in the end], the Supreme Father snatched us from the jaws of death when escape seemed impossible. I felt we all got new lives handed over to us. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I offered my homage to Him for His kindness and mercy...Nobody can snatch the Lord's loving children from the ever-secure shelter of His feet without His consent..." (1)
DECIDE FOR YOURSELF
So decide for yourself - are the people of Bengal dharmic and great?
Namaskar,
In Him,
Pallab Bose
Note 1: NARROW-MINDED PERSONS VS NEO-HUMANISTS
Those absorbed in neo-humanistic ideals are beyond geo, socio, and linguistic sentiment. For them every land is "our / my land" - and no language or country is great or lowly. All are equal as being the creation of Parama Purusa. But those who are narrow-minded they adopt an opposite stance.
Here below is the letter about the greatness of Bengal & Bengalis that ignited this entire discussion and the above letter is the reply.
From: Kartick Kutti <kartickku.....l.com>
Date: Tue, 25 Feb 2014 15:18:33 +0530
Cc: Babasdream<BabasDream@yahoogroups.com>; anandamarg<anandamarg@googlegroups.com>
"Yes there are hundred reasons to think that Baba was a Bengali and He liked Bengali." <end>
REFERENCE
1. My Days with Baba by Ac Sarveshvarananda Avt, p.155-61
(Note if you want to read the full story, please see the chapter in the book.)
