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			<title type="html"><![CDATA[UNPUBLISHED LETTER OF SWAMI VIVEKANANDA_006]]></title>
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			<summary type="html"><![CDATA[[b]To Shri Haridas Viharidas Desai[/b]

[b]CHICAGO, 
20th June, 1894.[/b]

DEAR DIWANJI SAHEB, 

Your very kind note came today. I am so sorry that I could have caused pain to such a noble heart as yours with my rash and strong words. I bow down to your mild corrections. "Thy son am I, teach me thus bowing" — Gita. But you well know, Diwanji Saheb, it was my love that prompted me to say so. The backbiters, I must tell you, have not indirectly benefited me; on the other hand, they have injured me immensely in view of the fact that our Hindu people did not move a finger to tell the Americans that I represented them. Had our people sent some words thanking the American people for their kindness to me and stating that I was representing them! . . . have been telling the American people that I have donned the Sannyasin's garb only in America and that I was a cheat, bare and simple. So far as reception goes, it has no effect on the American nation; but so far as helping me with funds goes, it has a terrible effect in making them take off their helping hands from me. And it is one year since I have been here, and not one man of note from India has thought it fit to make the Americans know that I am no cheat. There again the missionaries are always seeking for something against me, and they are busy picking up anything said against me by the Christian papers of India and publishing it here. Now you must know that the people here know very little of the distinction in India between the Christian and the Hindu. 
Primarily my coming has been to raise funds for an enterprise of my own. Let me tell it all to you again. 
The whole difference between the West and the East is in this: They are nations, we are not, i.e., civilisation, education here is general, it penetrates into the masses. The higher classes in India and America are the same, but the distance is infinite between the lower classes of the two countries. Why was it so easy for the English to conquer India? It was because they are a nation, we are not. When one of our great men dies, we must sit for centuries to have another; they can produce them as fast as they die. When our Diwanji Saheb will pass away (which the Lord may delay long for the good of my country), the nation will see the difficulty at once of filling his place, which is seen even now in the fact that they cannot dispense with your services. It is the dearth of great ones. Why so? Because they have such a bigger field of recruiting their great ones, we have so small. A nation of 300 millions has the smallest field of recruiting its great ones compared with nations of thirty, forty, or sixty millions, because the number of educated men and women in those nations is so great. Now do not mistake me, my kind friend, this is the great defect in our nation and must be removed. 
Educate and raise the masses, and thus alone a nation is possible. Our reformers do not see where the wound is, they want to save the nation by marrying the widows; do you think that a nation is saved by the number of husbands its widows get? Nor is our religion to blame, for an idol more or less makes no difference. The whole defect is here: The real nation who live in cottage have forgotten their manhood, their individuality. Trodden under the foot of the Hindu, Mussulman, or Christian, they have come to think that they are born to be trodden under the foot of everybody who has money enough in his pocket. They are to be given back their lost individuality. They are to be educated. Whether idols will remain or not, whether widows will have husbands enough or not, whether caste is good or bad, I do not bother myself with such questions. Everyone must work out his own salvation. Our duty is to put the chemicals together, the crystallisation will come through God's laws. Let us put ideas into their heads, and they will do the rest. Now this means educating the masses. Here are these difficulties. A pauper government cannot, will not, do anything; so no help from that quarter. 
Even supposing we are in a position to open schools in each village free, still the poor boys would rather go to the plough to earn their living than come to your school. Neither have we the money, nor can we make them come to education. The problem seems hopeless. I have found a way out. It is this. If the mountain does not come to Mohammed, Mohammed must go to the mountain. If the poor cannot come to education, education must reach them at the plough, in the factory, everywhere. How? You have seen my brethren. Now I can get hundreds of such, all over India, unselfish, good, and educated. Let these men go from village to village bringing not only religion to the door of everyone but also education. So I have a nucleus of organising the widows also as instructors to our women. 
Now suppose the villagers after their day's work have come to their village and sitting under a tree or somewhere are smoking and talking the time away. Suppose two of these educated Sannyasins get hold of them there and with a camera throw astronomical or other pictures, scenes from different nations, histories, etc. Thus with globes, maps, etc. — and all this orally — how much can be done that way, Diwanji? It is not that the eye is the only door of knowledge, the ear can do all the same. So they would have ideas and morality, and hope for better. Here our work ends. Let them do the rest. What would make the Sannyasins do this sacrifice, undertake such a task? — religious enthusiasm. Every new religious wave requires a new centre. The old religion can only be revivified by a new centre. Hang your dogmas or doctrines, they never pay. It is a character, a life, a centre, a God-man that must lead the way, that must be the centre round which all other elements will gather themselves and then fall like a tidal wave upon the society, carrying all before it, washing away all impurities. Again, a piece of wood can only easily be cut along the grain. So the old Hinduism can only be reformed through Hinduism, and not through the new-fangled reform movements. At the same time the reformers must be able to unite in themselves the culture of both the East and the West. Now do you not think that you have already seen the nucleus of such a great movement, that you have heard the low rumblings of the coming tidal wave? That centre, that God-man to lead was born in India. He was the great Ramakrishna Paramahamsa, and round him this band is slowly gathering. They will do the work. Now, Diwanji Maharaj, this requires an organisation, money — a little at least to set the wheel in motion. Who would have given us money in India? — So, Diwanji Maharaj, I crossed over to America. You may remember I begged all the money from the poor, and the offers of the rich I would not accept because they could not understand my ideas. Now lecturing for a year in this country, I could not succeed at all (of course, I have no wants for myself) in my plan for raising some funds for setting up my work. First, this year is a very bad year in America; thousands of their poor are without work. Secondly, the missionaries and the Brahmo Samajists try to thwart all my views. Thirdly, a year has rolled by, and our countrymen could not even do so much for me as to say to the American people that I was a real Sannyasin and no cheat, and that I represented the Hindu religion. Even this much, the expenditure of a few words, they could not do! Bravo, my countrymen! I love them, Diwanji Saheb. Human help I spurn with my foot. He who has been with me through hills and dales, through deserts or forests, will be with me, I hope; if not, some heroic soul would arise some time or other in India, far abler than myself, and carry it out. So I have told you all about it. Diwanji, excuse my long letter, my noble friend, one of the few who really feel for me, have real kindness for me. You are at liberty, my friend, to think that I am a dreamer, a visionary; but believe at least that I am sincere to the backbone, and my greatest fault is that I love my country only too, too well. May you and yours be blessed ever and ever, my noble, noble friend. May the shadow of the Almighty ever rest on all those you love. I offer my eternal gratitude to you. My debt to you is immense, not only because you are my friend, but also because you have all your life served the Lord and your motherland so well.  

Ever yours in gratitude,

VIVEKANANDA.]]></summary>
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			<title type="html"><![CDATA[UNPUBLISHED LETTER OF SWAMI VIVEKANANDA_005]]></title>
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			<summary type="html"><![CDATA[[b]To Shri Haridas Viharidas Desai[/b]

[b]CHICAGO, 
29th January, 1894.[/b]

DEAR DIWANJI SAHEB, 

Your last letter reached me a few days ago. You had been to see my poor mother and brothers. I am glad you did. But you have touched the only soft place in my heart. You ought to know, Diwanji, that I am no hard-hearted brute. If there is any being I love in the whole world, it is my mother. Yet I believed and still believe that without my giving up the world, the great mission which Ramakrishna Paramahamsa, my great Master came to preach would not see the light, and where would those young men be who have stood as bulwarks against the surging waves of materialism and luxury of the day? These have done a great amount of good to India, especially to Bengal, and this is only the beginning. With the Lord's help they will do things for which the whole world will bless them for ages. So on the one hand, my vision of the future of Indian religion and that of the whole world, my love for the millions of beings sinking down and down for ages with nobody to help them, nay, nobody with even a thought for them; on the other hand, making those who are nearest and dearest to me miserable; I choose the former. "Lord will do the rest." He is with me, I am sure of that if of anything. So long as I am sincere, nothing can resist me, because He will be my help. Many and many in India could not understand me; and how could they, poor men? Their thoughts never strayed beyond the everyday routine business of eating and drinking. I know only a few noble souls like yourself appreciate me. Lord bless your noble self. But appreciation or no appreciation, I am born to organise these young men; nay, hundreds more in every city are ready to join me; and I want to send them rolling like irresistible waves over India, bringing comfort, morality, religion, education to the doors of the meanest and the most downtrodden. And this I will do or die. 
Our people have no idea, no appreciation. On the other hand, that horrible jealousy and suspicious nature which is the natural outcome of a thousand years of slavery make them stand as enemies to every new idea. Still the Lord is great. 
About the Ârati as well as other things you speak of, it is the form in every one of the monasteries in all parts of India, and the worshipping of Guru is the first duty inculcated in the Vedas. It has its bad and good sides. But you must remember we are a unique company, nobody amongst us has a right to force his faith upon the others. Many of us do not believe in any form of idolatry; but they have no right to object when others do it, because that would break the first principle of our religion. Again, God can only be known in and through man. Vibrations of light are everywhere, even in the darkest corners; but it is only in the lamp that it becomes visible to man. Similarly God, though everywhere, we can only conceive Him as a big man. All ideas of God such as merciful preserver, helper, protector — all these are human ideas, anthropomorphic; and again these must cling to a man, call him a Guru or a Prophet or an Incarnation. Man cannot go beyond his nature, no more than you can jump out of your body. What harm is there in some people worshipping their Guru when that Guru was a hundred times more holy than even your historical prophets all taken together? If there is no harm in worshipping Christ, Krishna, or Buddha, why should there be any in worshipping this man who never did or thought anything unholy, whose intellect only through intuition stands head and shoulders above all the other prophets, because they were all one-sided? It was he that brought first to the world this idea of truth, not in but of every religion, which is gaining ground all over the world, and that without the help of science or philosophy or any other acquirement. 
But even this is not compulsory, none of the brethren has told you that all must worship his Guru. No, no, no. But again none of us has a right to object when another worships. Why? Because that would overthrow this most unique society the world has ever seen, ten men of ten different notions and ideas living in perfect harmony. Wait, Diwanji, the Lord is great and merciful, you will see more. 
We do not only tolerate but accept every religion, and with the Lord's help I am trying to preach it to the whole world. 
Three things are necessary to make every man great, every nation great:
1. Conviction of the powers of goodness. 
2. Absence of jealousy and suspicion. 
3. Helping all who are trying to be and do good. 
Why should the Hindu nation with all its wonderful intelligence and other things have gone to pieces? I would answer you, jealousy. Never were there people more wretchedly jealous of one another, more envious of one another's fame and name than this wretched Hindu race. And if you ever come out in the West, the absence of this is the first feeling which you will see in the Western nations. 
Three men cannot act in concert together in India for five minutes. Each one struggles for power, and in the long run the whole organisation comes to grief. Lord! Lord! When will we learn not to be jealous! In such a nation, and especially in Bengal, to create a band of men who are tied and bound together with a most undying love in spite of difference — is it not wonderful? This band will increase. This idea of wonderful liberality joined with eternal energy and progress must spread over India. It must electrify the whole nation and must enter the very pores of society in spite of the horrible ignorance, spite, caste-feeling, old boobyism, and jealousy which are the heritage of this nation of slaves. 
You are one of the few noble natures who stand as rocks out of water in this sea of universal stagnation. Lord bless you for ever and ever! 
Yours ever faithfully,

VIVEKANANDA.]]></summary>
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			<title type="html"><![CDATA[UNPUBLISHED LETTER OF SWAMI VIVEKANANDA_004]]></title>
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			<summary type="html"><![CDATA[[b]To Shri Haridas Viharidas Desai[/b]

[b]BOMBAY, 
22nd May, 1893.[/b]

DEAR DIWANJI SAHEB, 

Reached Bombay a few days ago and would start off in a few days. Your friend, the Banya gentleman to whom you wrote for the house accommodation, writes to say that his house is already full of guests and some of them are ill and that he is very sorry he cannot accommodate me. After all we have got a nice, airy place. 
. . . The Private Secretary of H. H. of Khetri and I are now residing together. I cannot express my gratitude to him for his love and kindness to me. He is what they call a Tazimi Sardar in Rajputana, i.e. one of those whom the Rajas receive by rising from their seats. Still he is so simple, and sometimes his service for me makes me almost ashamed. 
. . . Often and often, we see that the very best of men even are troubled and visited with tribulations in this world; it may be inexplicable; but it is also the experience of my life that the heart and core of everything here is good, that whatever may be the surface waves, deep down and underlying everything, there is an infinite basis of goodness and love; and so long as we do not reach that basis, we are troubled; but having once reached that zone of calmness, let winds howl and tempests rage. The house which is built on a rock of ages cannot shake. I thoroughly believe that a good, unselfish and holy man like you, whose whole life has been devoted to doing good to others, has already reached this basis of firmness which the Lord Himself has styled as "rest upon Brahman" in the Gita. 
May the blows you have received draw you closer to that Being who is the only one to be loved here and hereafter, so that you may realise Him in everything past, present, and future, and find everything present or lost in Him and Him alone. Amen! 
  
Yours affectionately,

VIVEKANANDA.]]></summary>
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			<title type="html"><![CDATA[UNPUBLISHED LETTER OF SWAMI VIVEKANANDA_003]]></title>
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			<summary type="html"><![CDATA[[b]To Shri Haridas Viharidas Desai[/b]

[b]KHETRI 
May, 1893.[/b]

DEAR DIWANJI SAHEB, 

Surely my letter had not reached you before you wrote to me. The perusal of your letter gave me both pleasure and pain simultaneously: pleasure, to see that I have the good fortune to be loved by a man of your heart, power, and position; and pain, to see that my motive has been misinterpreted throughout. Believe me, that I love you and respect you like a father and that my gratitude towards you and your family is surely unbounded. The fact is this. You may remember that I had from before a desire to go to Chicago. When at Madras, the people there, of their own accord, in conjunction with H.H. of Mysore and Ramnad made every arrangement to send me up. And you may also remember that between H.H. of Khetri and myself there are the closest ties of love. Well, I, as a matter of course, wrote to him that I was going to America. Now the Raja of Khetri thought in his love that I was bound to see him once before I departed, especially as the Lord has given him an heir to the throne and great rejoicings were going on here; and to make sure of my coming he sent his Private Secretary all the way to Madras to fetch me, and of course I was bound to come. In the meanwhile I telegraphed to your brother at Nadiad to know whether you were there, and, unfortunately, the answer I could not get; therefore, the Secretary who, poor fellow, had suffered terribly for his master in going to and from Madras and with his eye wholly on the fact that his master would be unhappy if we could not reach Khetri within the Jalsa (festival), bought tickets at once for Jaipur. On our way we met Mr. Ratilal who informed me that my wire was received and duly answered and that Mr. Viharidas was expecting me. Now it is for you to judge, whose duty it has been so long to deal even justice. What would or could I do in this connection? If I would have got down, I could not have reached in time for the Khetri rejoicings; on the other hand, my motives might be misinterpreted. But I know you and your brother's love for me, and I knew also that I would have to go back to Bombay in a few days on my way to Chicago. I thought that the best solution was to postpone my visit till my return. As for my feeling affronted at not being attended by your brothers, it is a new discovery of yours which I never even dreamt of; or, God knows, perhaps, you have become a thought-reader. Jokes apart, my dear Diwanji Saheb, I am the same frolicsome, mischievous but, I assure you, innocent boy you found me at Junagad, and my love for your noble self is the same or increased a hundredfold, because I have had a mental comparison between yourself and the Diwans of nearly all the states in Dakshin, and the Lord be my witness how my tongue was fluent in your praise (although I know that my powers are quite inadequate to estimate your noble qualities) in every Southern court. If this be not a sufficient explanation, I implore you to pardon me as a father pardons a son, and let me not be haunted with the impression that I was ever ungrateful to one who was so good to me. 
  
Yours, 

VIVEKANANDA.

PS. I depend on you to remove any misconception in the mind of your brother about my not getting down and that, even had I been the very devil, I could not forget their kindness and good offices for me. 

As to the other two Swamis, they were my Gurubhais, who went to you last at Junagad; of them one is our leader. I met them after three years, and we came together as far as Abu and then I left them. If you wish, I can take them back to Nadiad on my way to Bombay. May the Lord shower His blessings on you and yours. 
  
Yours,
V.]]></summary>
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			<summary type="html"><![CDATA[[b]To Shri Haridas Viharidas Desai[/b]

[b]KHETRI 
28th April, 1893.[/b]

DEAR DIWANJI SAHEB, 

On my way here, I wanted to go to your place at Nadiad and redeem my pledge, but certain circumstances prevented me, and the greatest of them was that you were not there; and to play Hamlet leaving Hamlet's part out is a ridiculous affair; and as I know for certain that you are to return in a few days to Nadiad, and as I am shortly going back to Bombay, say in 20 days, I thought it better to postpone my visit for that time. 
Here the Khetri Rajaji was very, very anxious to see me and had sent his Private Secretary to Madras; and so I was bound to leave for Khetri. But the heat is quite intolerable, and so I am flying off very soon. 
By and by, I have made the acquaintances of nearly all the Dakshini Rajas and have seen most queer sights in many places of which I would tell you in extenso when we meet next. I know your love for me and am sure that you would excuse my not going down to your place. However, I am coming to you in a few days. 
One thing more. Have you got lion's cubs now in Junagad? Can you lend me one for my Raja? He can give you some Rajputana animals in exchange, if you like. 
I saw Ratilalbhai in the train. He is the same nice and kind gentleman; and what more shall I wish for you, my dear Diwanji Saheb, but that the Lord would be your all in all in your well-merited, well-applauded and universally respected latter end of a life which was ever holy, good, and devoted to the service of so many of the sons and daughters of the great Father of Mercies. Amen! 
  
Yours affectionately, 

VIVEKANANDA.]]></summary>
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			<summary type="html"><![CDATA[[b]MADRAS 
the 15th February,1893 [/b]

YOUR HIGHNESS, 

Two things I am telling your Highness. One — a very wonderful phenomenon I have seen in a village called Kumbakonam, and another about myself. 
In the said village lives a man of the Chetty caste, generally passing for an astrologer. I, with two other young men, went to see him. He was said to tell about anything a man thinks of. So, I wanted to put him to the test. Two months ago, I dreamt that my mother was dead and I was very anxious to know about her. My second was whether what my Guru had told me was right. The third was a test-question — a part of the Buddhistic mantra, in Tibetan tongue. These questions I determined upon, two days before going to this Govinda Chetty. Another young man had one of his sisters-in-law given poison to, by some unknown hand, from which she recovered. But he wanted to know the author of that delivery.
When we first saw him, the fellow was almost ferocious. He said that some Europeans came to see [him] with the Dewan of Mysore and that since then through their 'Dristee Dosham' he had got fever and that he could not give us a seance then and only if we paid him 10 Rs., he would consent to tell us our 'prasnas'. The young men with me of course were ready to pay down his fees. But he goes to his private room and immediately comes back and says to me that if I gave him some ashes to cure him of his fever he would consent to give us a seance. Of course I told him that I do not boast of any power of curing diseases but he said, 'That does not matter, only I want [the ash]'. So, I consented and he took us to the private room and, taking a sheet of paper, wrote something upon it and gave it over to one of us and made me sign it and keep it into the pocket of one of my companions. Then he told me point blank, 'Why you, a Sannyasi, are thinking upon your mother?' I answered that even the great Shankaracharya would take care of his mother; and he said 'She is all right and I have written her name in that paper in the possession of your friend' and then went on saying, 'Your Guru is dead. Whatever he has told you, you must believe, for he was a very very great man,' and went on giving me a description of my Guru which was most wonderful and then he said 'What more you want to know about your Guru?' I told him 'If you can give me his name I would be satisfied', and he said, 'Which name? A Sannyasi gets different sorts of names'. I answered, 'The name by which he was known to the public', and says, 'The wonderful name, I have already written that. And you wanted to know about a mantra in Tibetan, that is also written in that paper.' And, he then told me to think of anything in any language and tell him, I told him 'Om Namo BhagavateVasudevaya', and he said, 'That is also written in the paper in possession of your friend. Now take it out and see'. And Lo! Wonder! They were all there as he said and even my mother's name was there!! It began thus — your mother of such and such name is all right. She is very holy and good, but she is feeling your separation like death and within two years she shall die; so if you want to see her, it must be within two years.
Next it was written — your Guru Ramakrishna Paramahamsa is dead but he lives in Sukshma, i.e., ethereal body, and is watching over you, etc. and then it was written 'Lamala capsechua', in Tibetan, and then at last was written 'In conformation to what I have written, I give you also this mantra which you would give me after one hour after my writing; 'Om Namo Bhagavate etc.'; and so he was equally successful with my friends. Then I saw people coming from distant villages and as soon as he sees them he says — 'Your name is such and such and you come from such and such village for this purpose'. By the time he was reading me, he toned down very much and said — 'I won't take money from you. On the other hand, you must take some "seva" from me'. And I took some milk at his house and he brought over his whole family to bow down to me and I touched some 'vibhutee' brought by him and then I asked him the source of his wonderful powers. First he would not say, but after a while he came to me [and] said — 'Maharaj, it is "siddhi of mantras" through the "sahaya" of "Devi".' Verily, there are more things on heaven and earth Horatio than your philosophy ever dreamt of — Shakespeare.
The second is regarding me. Here is a zamindar of Ramnath, now staying in Madras. He is going to send me over to Europe and, as you are already aware of, I have a great mind to see those places. So I have determined to take this opportunity of making a tour in Europe and America. But I can't do anything without asking your Highness, the only friend on Earth I have.
So kindly give your opinion about it. I only want to make a short tour in those places. One thing I am certain of, that I am [an] instrument in the hands [of] a holy and superior power. Myself, I have no peace, am burning literally day and night, but somehow or other, wherever I go hundreds and, in some [places] as in Madras, thousands would come to me day and night and would be cured of their skepticism and unbelief but I —! I am always unhappy!! Thy will be done!! Therefore, I don't know what this power requires of me, to be done in Europe. I cannot but obey. 'Thy will be done'!! There is no escape.
I congratulate your Highness on the birth of a son and heir. May the infant prince be quiet like his most noble father and may the Lord shower his blessings always on him and his parents.
So I am going over in two or three weeks to Europe. I can't say anything as to the future of the body. Only I pray to your Highness if it be proper to take some care of my mother that she does not starve.
I would be highly obliged to get a reply soon, and pray your Highness to keep the latter part of this letter, i.e., my going over to England etc., confidential.
May you be blessed all your life, you and yours, is the prayer that is day and night offered up by,

VIVEKANANDA 
C/o. M. Bhattacharya Esq. 
Assistant Accountant General 
Mt. St. Thome, Madras]]></summary>
			<author>
				<name><![CDATA[mamonjafran]]></name>
				<uri>http://forum.banglalibrary.org/profile.php?id=4</uri>
			</author>
			<updated>2010-06-20T08:36:39Z</updated>
			<id>http://forum.banglalibrary.org/viewtopic.php?id=732&amp;action=new</id>
		</entry>
		<entry>
			<title type="html"><![CDATA[Raja Rajendralal Mitra_003]]></title>
			<link rel="alternate" href="http://forum.banglalibrary.org/viewtopic.php?id=122&amp;action=new"/>
			<summary type="html"><![CDATA[[b]Raja Rajendra lal Mitra write this latter in the year 1872 to Sambhu Charan Ghosh Founder Editor of Bengali Magazine[/b]

[img=rajendralal mitra personal letter 1872]http://forum.banglalibrary.org/extensions/image_upload/images/1243171391.gif[/img]

[img=rajendralal mitra personal letter 1872]http://forum.banglalibrary.org/extensions/image_upload/images/1243171419.gif[/img]]]></summary>
			<author>
				<name><![CDATA[mesbahranak]]></name>
				<uri>http://forum.banglalibrary.org/profile.php?id=4</uri>
			</author>
			<updated>2010-02-05T07:52:58Z</updated>
			<id>http://forum.banglalibrary.org/viewtopic.php?id=122&amp;action=new</id>
		</entry>
		<entry>
			<title type="html"><![CDATA[Adwaita Mallabarman Wrote to Madhusudan Chattopadhyay]]></title>
			<link rel="alternate" href="http://forum.banglalibrary.org/viewtopic.php?id=114&amp;action=new"/>
			<summary type="html"><![CDATA[[img=adwaita mallabarman personal letter]http://forum.banglalibrary.org/extensions/image_upload/images/1242739088.gif[/img]

[img=adwaita mallabarman personal letter]http://forum.banglalibrary.org/extensions/image_upload/images/1242739114.gif[/img]

[img=adwaita mallabarman personal letter]http://forum.banglalibrary.org/extensions/image_upload/images/1242739138.gif[/img]]]></summary>
			<author>
				<name><![CDATA[mesbahranak]]></name>
				<uri>http://forum.banglalibrary.org/profile.php?id=4</uri>
			</author>
			<updated>2010-02-05T07:50:10Z</updated>
			<id>http://forum.banglalibrary.org/viewtopic.php?id=114&amp;action=new</id>
		</entry>
		<entry>
			<title type="html"><![CDATA[কামিনী রায়_Kamini Ray]]></title>
			<link rel="alternate" href="http://forum.banglalibrary.org/viewtopic.php?id=220&amp;action=new"/>
			<summary type="html"><![CDATA[[img=kamini ray personal letter hazaribagh 1918]http://forum.banglalibrary.org/extensions/image_upload/images/1247295820.gif[/img]

[img=kamini ray personal letter hazaribagh 1918]http://forum.banglalibrary.org/extensions/image_upload/images/1247295861.gif[/img]

[img=kamini ray personal letter hazaribagh 1918]http://forum.banglalibrary.org/extensions/image_upload/images/1247295929.gif[/img]

[img=kamini ray personal letter hazaribagh 1918]http://forum.banglalibrary.org/extensions/image_upload/images/1247295964.gif[/img]

[img=kamini ray personal letter hazaribagh 1918]http://forum.banglalibrary.org/extensions/image_upload/images/1247295988.gif[/img]]]></summary>
			<author>
				<name><![CDATA[mesbahranak]]></name>
				<uri>http://forum.banglalibrary.org/profile.php?id=4</uri>
			</author>
			<updated>2010-02-05T07:44:37Z</updated>
			<id>http://forum.banglalibrary.org/viewtopic.php?id=220&amp;action=new</id>
		</entry>
		<entry>
			<title type="html"><![CDATA[কামিনী রায় ০২_Kamini Ray_02]]></title>
			<link rel="alternate" href="http://forum.banglalibrary.org/viewtopic.php?id=229&amp;action=new"/>
			<summary type="html"><![CDATA[[img=kamini ray personal letter]http://forum.banglalibrary.org/extensions/image_upload/images/1247898812.gif[/img]

[img=kamini ray personal letter]http://forum.banglalibrary.org/extensions/image_upload/images/1247898827.gif[/img]

[img=kamini ray personal letter]http://forum.banglalibrary.org/extensions/image_upload/images/1247898838.gif[/img]

[img=kamini ray personal letter]http://forum.banglalibrary.org/extensions/image_upload/images/1247898847.gif[/img]

[img=kamini ray personal letter]http://forum.banglalibrary.org/extensions/image_upload/images/1247898857.gif[/img]

[img=kamini ray personal letter]http://forum.banglalibrary.org/extensions/image_upload/images/1247898865.gif[/img]

[img=kamini ray personal letter]http://forum.banglalibrary.org/extensions/image_upload/images/1247898878.gif[/img]

[img=kamini ray personal letter]http://forum.banglalibrary.org/extensions/image_upload/images/1247898890.gif[/img]

[img=kamini ray personal letter]http://forum.banglalibrary.org/extensions/image_upload/images/1247898900.gif[/img]]]></summary>
			<author>
				<name><![CDATA[mamonjafran]]></name>
				<uri>http://forum.banglalibrary.org/profile.php?id=4</uri>
			</author>
			<updated>2009-07-18T06:38:38Z</updated>
			<id>http://forum.banglalibrary.org/viewtopic.php?id=229&amp;action=new</id>
		</entry>
		<entry>
			<title type="html"><![CDATA[Raja Rajendralal Mitra_002]]></title>
			<link rel="alternate" href="http://forum.banglalibrary.org/viewtopic.php?id=121&amp;action=new"/>
			<summary type="html"><![CDATA[[b]This letter send to Mr. Sambhu Charan Ghosh in the year 1872[/b]

[img=rajendralal mitra personal letter 1872]http://forum.banglalibrary.org/extensions/image_upload/images/1243171144.gif[/img]

[img=rajendralal mitra personal letter 1872]http://forum.banglalibrary.org/extensions/image_upload/images/1243171178.gif[/img]]]></summary>
			<author>
				<name><![CDATA[Claw]]></name>
				<uri>http://forum.banglalibrary.org/profile.php?id=4</uri>
			</author>
			<updated>2009-05-29T14:52:47Z</updated>
			<id>http://forum.banglalibrary.org/viewtopic.php?id=121&amp;action=new</id>
		</entry>
		<entry>
			<title type="html"><![CDATA[Raja Rajendralal Mitra_001]]></title>
			<link rel="alternate" href="http://forum.banglalibrary.org/viewtopic.php?id=120&amp;action=new"/>
			<summary type="html"><![CDATA[[img=rajendralal mitra personal letter 1872]http://forum.banglalibrary.org/extensions/image_upload/images/1243169974.gif[/img]

[img=rajendralal mitra personal letter 1872]http://forum.banglalibrary.org/extensions/image_upload/images/1243170002.gif[/img]]]></summary>
			<author>
				<name><![CDATA[mamonjafran]]></name>
				<uri>http://forum.banglalibrary.org/profile.php?id=4</uri>
			</author>
			<updated>2009-05-29T07:27:34Z</updated>
			<id>http://forum.banglalibrary.org/viewtopic.php?id=120&amp;action=new</id>
		</entry>
		<entry>
			<title type="html"><![CDATA[Samsuddin Abul Kalam Wrote to Jyoti Bandyopadhyay]]></title>
			<link rel="alternate" href="http://forum.banglalibrary.org/viewtopic.php?id=125&amp;action=new"/>
			<summary type="html"><![CDATA[[img=Samsuddin Abul Kalam Wrote to Jyoti Bandyopadhyay]http://forum.banglalibrary.org/extensions/image_upload/images/1243509517.gif[/img]

[img=Samsuddin Abul Kalam Wrote to Jyoti Bandyopadhyay]http://forum.banglalibrary.org/extensions/image_upload/images/1243509545.gif[/img]]]></summary>
			<author>
				<name><![CDATA[Claw]]></name>
				<uri>http://forum.banglalibrary.org/profile.php?id=4</uri>
			</author>
			<updated>2009-05-28T16:09:15Z</updated>
			<id>http://forum.banglalibrary.org/viewtopic.php?id=125&amp;action=new</id>
		</entry>
		<entry>
			<title type="html"><![CDATA[S.Wazid Ali Wrote To Madhusudan Chatterjee]]></title>
			<link rel="alternate" href="http://forum.banglalibrary.org/viewtopic.php?id=113&amp;action=new"/>
			<summary type="html"><![CDATA[[img=S.Wazid Ali Wrote To Madhusudan Chatterjee]http://forum.banglalibrary.org/extensions/image_upload/images/1242738943.gif[/img]

[img=S.Wazid Ali Wrote To Madhusudan Chatterjee]http://forum.banglalibrary.org/extensions/image_upload/images/1242738966.gif[/img]]]></summary>
			<author>
				<name><![CDATA[Claw]]></name>
				<uri>http://forum.banglalibrary.org/profile.php?id=4</uri>
			</author>
			<updated>2009-05-20T13:36:18Z</updated>
			<id>http://forum.banglalibrary.org/viewtopic.php?id=113&amp;action=new</id>
		</entry>
		<entry>
			<title type="html"><![CDATA[Amal Home Wrote to Madhusudan Chattapadhyay]]></title>
			<link rel="alternate" href="http://forum.banglalibrary.org/viewtopic.php?id=115&amp;action=new"/>
			<summary type="html"><![CDATA[[img=Amal Home Wrote to Madhusudan Chattapadhyay]http://forum.banglalibrary.org/extensions/image_upload/images/1242739247.gif[/img]]]></summary>
			<author>
				<name><![CDATA[mamonjafran]]></name>
				<uri>http://forum.banglalibrary.org/profile.php?id=4</uri>
			</author>
			<updated>2009-05-19T13:21:21Z</updated>
			<id>http://forum.banglalibrary.org/viewtopic.php?id=115&amp;action=new</id>
		</entry>
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