I was a budding poet, so I went to him, as well as other prominent writers, to share my poetry. He was absolutely a great author, top in Bengali literature. He liked my poems very much. He was very, very nice. Then he said, “I can see you have tremendous talent. But never talk to any girl. Then everything will be ruined. I am warning you, don’t mix with girls. Here many boys are mixing, I can see, so don’t go that side.” That was his advice for me.
In the evening of his life, when his days were numbered, Moni had only one desire. He wanted the Mother to place her feet on his heart, on his chest. The Mother also had tremendous affection for him. One day when the Mother was seated downstairs, he lay down in front of her, and she placed her feet on his heart. That was his desire, before he passed away. The Mother fulfilled his desire, and he passed away a few days later.
He was not sick at all. In the late afternoon he told the friends he lived with, “Today I am going to die.” They asked, “Have you got a fever?” He said, “No.” “Have you got any ailment?” “No.” They asked, “Then how will you die?”
He said, “I know.” Some of them used to call Sri Aurobindo “Chief,” or “Kartha” in Bengali. He said, “Today I am going to invoke Kartha, and he has to take me.” His connection with Sri Aurobindo was so close. Everybody laughed. He said, “All right, then laugh.”
He lived downstairs. He was lying in an easy chair. He said, “Tomorrow morning you can see me.”
Some of them out of sheer curiosity came down around 2:00 in the morning to see if anything had happened. Alas, he was really dead. He knew because he was so close to Sri Aurobindo. He was absolutely like a son. He was so fond of Sri Aurobindo. He said, “I will invoke him, and I will compel him to take me.” He compelled Sri Aurobindo to take him.
The manager of the Ashram, Amrita, alas, also did not want to live. He was so fond of me. He once said, “Now, Chinmoy, you have become so great. But you are still my Chinmoy. You have to remain my Chinmoy although you have become great, very great.”
His two nieces are in the Ashram. They were at that time 16 or 17 years old. I knew them very well. Alas, he was not inspired to live anymore on earth. He went to the Samadhi with only one prayer to Sri Aurobindo, to take him away. He did not want to live. He had enough of this world. He prayed like this for about three months.
Then one day he spoke to the workers in his office – I used to work there. Around three o’clock in the afternoon he came back from the Samadhi and said, “Today he has listened to my prayer. Today I will die.” He had no headache even, nothing. “Today he has listened to my prayer,” he said. Then at 1:30 during the night he coughed very loudly twice.
Nolini’s room was adjacent to his room. Nolini had never heard that kind of cough, so he came out to see what was wrong. They were absolutely dearer than the dearest brothers. I have never seen friends with such intimacy. Nolini came, and Amrita had gone. The door was open. Otherwise, Nolini could not have come in. Amrita had gone away.
Once when I went on one of my visits to the Ashram, Nolini said, as soon as I bowed to him, “But you are not going to see the other one.” He knew how affectionate Amrita was to me. So like this, they can tell if their prayers are heard.
19 August 2002, Aspiration-Ground, New YorkFrom:Sri Chinmoy,Depend on Grace, Agni Press, 2023
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