Maharshi’s Sense of Humor
Maharshi, while writing, listens to the music programme on the radio. He writes, as usual, resting the pad on his raised right knee.
“Not like that”
Maharshi returns from his short walk and hardly sits when a very small boy carrying two small mangoes comes and, instead of placing them on the special offerings-table, he shoves them in Bhagavan’s hands.
I Understand He Hardly Sleeps in The Night
Devotional songs are heard from Trichy on the radio by the Maharshi’s side. He reads a Tamil paper, apparently unconcerned. But those who know him guess that his whole attention is centred on the music, till he dozes off to the tune of the flute and the tabla.
This Resembles The Work of Maya
“In sushupti (deep sleep) one enjoys a whole ocean of bliss like a king; whereas in the other two states the range of bliss is as wide as are the classes of men, from the king down to the penniless.”
Have You Come to Bite Me Again?
The Maharshi is reading and talking in a cheerful mood. The white peacock strolls in, pecks a few of the grains placed for him by the attendant and walks off confidently to a short distance.
Lakshmi Pushpam
Taleyarkhan hands Maharshi two letters. One is from Dr. T. N. Krishnaswamy, Madras, in which he writes that his own cow has given birth to a she- calf, ……..