Discourses-----Day
3
October 11, 1939
It was about ten
o’clock in the morning. Sri Sri Thakur was seated on snow-white
bedding, his feet bare, a thick sacred thread hanging from his shoulder. He was
talking about this and that with Gopal da, smiling. Haripada da, Kalidasima and
others now and again gave him tobacco, water and betel nut. Thakur caught sigh
of dentist examining Bhushnima’s teeth by the side of the temple stairs. The
dentist was dressed in European fashion.
Thakur commented, “When
the boys of our country finish their studies and become professionals like
doctors, pleaders, or barristers, they put on sahib clothing. This seems to me
very insulting. Our Bharadwaj may be a big physician but principally he is a
Ritwik (a guardian in the society). All of his activities come out with that as
their ground. Whatever he becomes, he cannot give up his characteristic headgear and sash.” Thakur turned to Gopalda. “If
you turn out to be a big shot and still wear your Ritwik’s dress though
surrounded by bodyguards and attendants got up in tight fitting suits, how
grand you will look! When a man stands clad in snow-white vest shirt and
wrapper, he looks like an angel.”
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