Details about the gurudev of Mahanambrata Brahmacari remained a mystery to me for some time. Today I came across a couple pages about him written in Fundamental Thoughts.
I shall speak little about myself. The fact is that, I had the privilege of having close attachment with such a gracious man and taken a holy-dip in his compassionate-flow. He was my adorable gurudev (Preceptor) Sripad Mahendraji. He was an ideal in offering respect to guru, a knowledgeable person and a gentleman. Nobody could salute him. He would salute others very tactfully beforehand. The relation between the universal nature and the father of the universe and Krishna being established all the time in each and every living being was as though clearly visualized by him. That was why his love for trees and shrubs and affectionate relationship with all human beings was unadulterated.
He had exquisite beauty of the body and purity of soul. He had a mind attracting well-built body, long arms, as if, extended to the knees and very wide chest. Nobody, except the experienced persons, could know the pleasant feelings when his long arms drew someone to his chest while embracing. He who got it could never forget it in his lifetime. The word `super-cooled-chest’ would have been felt in reality. Sometimes, the touch of his sacred hands would have been felt like a shock of electricity. His self restraint was very firm and undisturbed. He used to maintain deep respect for the women folks. He could never address them other than mother or Goddess. I never saw him touching money by his hand. He used to always move in the land of Brahma and fulfilled his ‘self-restraint-practices’. I could never see the manifestation of an iota of violence or animosity against anybody. He had simple love for everybody. It was his nature to pray for the well being of all.
Whoever could meet him even for a few moments of a day, he would have been overwhelmed by his broadmindedness, charm of love and affection. He would never forget any body in his life. Even on seeing any one after thirty years, he would have told his name, address and occupation. He could not withstand witnessing or hearing of atrocities and oppression perpetrated on any human being. He used to cry in seclusion. He left drinking of milk on seeing the milking of a cow while causing misery to the calf. During the famine-on seeing people wearing torn clothes, he used to put on jute gunnys. The non-frivolous, pleasant state of mind was always maintained undisturbed. When he was in trance of silence then he would have written paper-full of many beautiful lyrics. It used to contain many beautiful poems and songs. There are about three-hundred honey-oozing songs. He was very strict in his food habits and movements. He used to sleep only for a couple of hours in the whole day and night and consume food of a child.
His best asset was love for Krishna. Overflowing everything the gangetic stream of love for Krishna used to always flow through his heart. At the age of twelve or fourteen he ran to Vrindavan in search of Krishna. He cried relentlessly in the meadows, streams, forests and gardens saying “Hey Krishna! Please let me have your sight”. One devotee told him to first serve the devouts and then serve God. Listening to this he went inside a hospital and started nursing the ailing patients. The name of that hospital was ‘Gouranga-sevashram’. The patients were old, ailing Vaishnav gentry. He used to nurse them by acknowledging them as Krishna in real person. By his nursing and treatment, the ailing people used to get cured.
Prabhu Jagadbandhu Sundar showed up in his dream and communicated that he was the Krishna of Braja. For the emancipation of the living beings, he was living at Sri Angan of Faridpur. In his dream, he visualized the location of Sri Angan and its huts. With great passion, he came running from Vrindavan Dham to Faridpur. As Lord Nitai Chand came from Braja to Nabadwip, so did he run with the speed of an arrow to reach Faridpur. The place and the houses, as seen in the dream, matched. Jagadbandhu Prabhu was locked inside a room while observing the austere practices of verbal silence. On getting deprived of the divine glimpse of Prabhu, he started wailing. Even the leaves from the trees used to drop down. He spent one year without food and sleep. He had no conversation with any body. Like Prabhu he was also observing verbal silence. Only he cried and wailed – “Hey, Krishna, please show up to me.” When he could not find him, then he decided to sacrifice his life by drowning in water. Then with the blowing wind, a piece of paper from a book dropped near to his lap. There it was written :
দেহত্যাগে কৃষ্ণ না পঈ, পাইযে ভজনে |
কৃষ্ণপ্রাপ্ত্যের উপায কোন নাহি ‘ভক্তি’ ৱিনে ||
dehatyāge kṛṣṇa nā paī, pāiye bhajane
kṛṣṇaprāptyera upāya kona nāhi ‘bhakti’ vine
“Hey Sanatan, you can’t attain Krishna by sacrificing your life, He can only be attained through bhajan.”
Then started the high-pitched devotional prayer songs, which was actually nothing but a tremendous, wailful, painful cry. One day he could get the divine sight of him. Prabhu opened the door and ushered him inside. Thereafter, he had an ever-satisfied state of mind. After acquiring a highly cherished object, so deep in the heart, he stayed calm and super satisfied. He always used to remain intoxicated with the love of God, as if submerged in the ocean of ecstasy. By looking at him, it was felt, as if we were visualizing God.