The present compelling circumstances in which I find myself, are probably not the most conducive for bringing forth a biographical narrative on the life and work of the Living Sampura Avatar, Sri. Sriman. Kalki Bhagavan. First of all, it calls for devotion and daring of the highest kind on the one hand and the blessings of vast erudition and narrative powers and a direct first hand knowledge of the life and work of The Great Being on the other; so as to reveal to all - mankind - even if only in an outline and in an abridged form - a human life of the rarest kind-that most legitimately we may consider to be one of the holiest, the greatest, the most precious - the world has yet seen. As one who is still hesitating; whether he adequately possesses the gifts of necessary devotion and daring and the further blessings of vast erudition and narrative powers, I am taking the first few steps of this truly awesome journey, with a certain sense of trepidation.

As it appears to my eyes; my only legitimate right in bringing forth this biographical narrative myself, rather than leaving it to some other more accomplished and competent hands - springs from my very first spontaneous surge of earnest aspiration to write about Him; which had welled up-on that day of days, some twenty five years ago -when the great Master dispatched to me, His first "letter of awakening." Perhaps, I shall have occasion to dwell at greater length on these "letters of awakening", a while later, in the further development of the story. For the time being, it is enough for me to tell you that I offered to write His biography and reveal it to the whole wide world; when there wasn't as yet a single soul on earth, who could have known, who my Master really was. That aspiration had come at first, as an overwhelming desire, as soon as that "letter of awakening" had reached my small hands.

In the bursting forth of that aspiration, a major life decision seems to have precipitated. It pressed for immediate expression. And, when I did so, by writing back to my Master, declaring to Him that, I will give Him my all, to be with Him and to write about Him; it evoked a further response from Him, that was even more perplexing to me. He was then writing from that deep intoxication that came to Him, as a result of drinking deeply from the springs of Krishnamurti’s teachings. In His reply He went on to say: "We are not asking you to plan; for planning is death, we are only asking you to see".

That was like directing a gushing water column right on to that flaming fire, after kindling the same in the hearth of my heart! Those uncompromising harsh words were like copious columns of water which, entering the burning hearth of my heart, drove every leaping tongue of flame, back into the silence of that lifeless void. That fire was of course to be kindled by my Master, many a time again. It was the fire of life, actively leaping forward and expressing itself.

When I said, the task on hand, called for considerable devotion and daring, especially to embark on a voyage of such distances and such immensity, I really had in mind the awesome epics of the Ramayana and the Mahabharata. Each of them runs on for some thousands of pages and while they dealt at such length with the affairs of kingdoms; involving literally hundreds of characters; in essence, did they not revolve around the self-same theme of the Dharma samsthapana of the two great Avatars ; Lord Rama and Lord Krishna respectively?

I saw the challenge of the present biography, against the backdrop of these two monumental epic creations. My question simply was this - How am I now in the circumstances in which I am placed to build up a vast edifice of epic proportions; that would not only befit the stature of the present Sampurna Avatar; but would also be a further evolutionary development of the classical Hindu thought of the Ramayana and the Mahabharata? . OR was I going wrong somewhere, in my very conception of the challenge itself, now in front of me? As I was pondering over the practical impossibility of this achievement of measuring up to the standards of these two great Hindu classical epics; as if to take away the entirety of my burden and smoothen out my path; it was revealed to me almost immediately that what was needed, for the present moment, was only the nascent biographic narrative in its embryonic form and nothing more. In due course, - once it is set in motion in human consciousness, it would grow like any other living organism, finally reaching that staggering stature of the great Hindu epics. I was therefore not to be unduly concerned either with the question of the completeness of the present work, or even with its sheer beauty or power. These glories would be added to the work, in the course of its further accretion. Thus with this anxiety taken away from me, I shall now enjoy that much needed freedom to give free expression to the recollections, as they dwell up from the experiences and memories of many bygone years.

I may not be able to weave the story of my Master's life, in a very connected or cogent fashion; for such a study would demand far greater application than what the present circumstances actually permit. If in your eyes, I jerkily dart forward or abruptly break-off; or repeat a certain point all over again; or even I present occurrences in an order that is chronologically improper, it is not only because, I haven't had the time to do more rearranging and polishing; but for quite a different reason as well. Almost every event in my Master's life may be connected with every other event. So you never really know, at which point, I really feel like taking an instinctive wild leap, (like that great devotee of Lord Rama) in an altogether unexpected direction-only so as to be able to bring you some fruit of interest, just from that particular branch! The only assurance that I can right away give you is with regard to the honesty of narration and the accuracy of facts placed before you. A certain other point may also be mentioned now, concerning my relationship with my Master. In the beginning, I did not realise who my Master really was! All I can say is, He was leading and I was following. He was lifting up my heavy eyelids and when asked to look in a particular direction, I did strive to see and I may indeed say that on everyone of those "guided sight-seeing tours", I saw a good deal and I rejoiced a great deal but more of this story of seeing, later on. As I did not realise who my Master was, I preferred to call Him by the first part of His given name, and He seemed quite comfortable with it for such things did not matter to Him, in the least. To minimise the indignity in addressing Him thus, I have resorted to a fairly respectful abbreviation: V and shall adhere to this, till I come to a certain point in my life, when I actually stumble upon the discovery as to who He really was, namely the Lord. As none of you have had to go through such a laborious discovery, it may not always be possible for you to appreciate my very special viewpoint. Moreover, this way of describing Him, actually tallies very well with how His own life unfolded in stages: from illusion to reality, from darkness to light, from unawareness to perfect full-blown recognition of who He actually was.

Thus, for many reasons, I must ask you to be patient and take this most fascinating journey with me into, what may legitimately be considered to be one of the greatest human lives. I have no inclination to paint Him, right away as the God of the growing numbers of the millions of His devotees. Rather, it will be my endeavour to reveal to you his very sensitive human nature, side by side with His divinity - His foibles, His eccentricities; His struggles - which at one point completely solved the riddle of His existence - as to who He really was. As this is the route by which He actually travelled, before He came to the full climax of His self-discovery, I too shall only take you on that very same road. A road that was not always pleasant; but often, thorny, hard and sometimes steeply meandering into the lonely, distant hills.... That road leads eventually to the reality of Bhagavan within each human heart. Therefore, that ought to be also the destination of our own journey.

The picture of the life and work of The Sampurna Avatar, Sriman Sri Kalki Bhagavan, that you find here, may not be complete at all, in any sense of that term-and this, for more than one reason. In the first instance, no biographer can ever dream of entering empathetically so profoundly and so pervasively into the entirety of the life of his chosen hero -or Godly figure; that he would be able to retrieve and reveal, every warp and every woof of the fabric of his hero's life. Such an exhaustive exploration would, in any case also be humanly impossible. But let alone the impossibility, even the sheer intellectual demands, such a biography would make on the mind of the reader, would be so heavy, as to take away every bit of that reader's delight and enjoyment, which must be, a definitive hallmark of any biography, worth its name.

There is now a second reason, as contributory as the first; that is equally responsible for the lack of any completeness in the present biographical narrative. It comes simply from the very nature of the object of study-the somewhat inaccessible and mysteriously divine personality of the Lord Himself. In spite of His earthly existence upon the planet for a good two score and six years, He has remained through all the trials and tribulations and the great benedictions and the vicissitudes of the voyage of His life, a stranger - even to such of those, who in the eyes of the world, may be considered to be the most intimately bound up with Him, in His present earthly life. While undoubtedly He had that extraordinary ability to be empathetic to His fellow beings, beyond all conceivable limits; yet somewhere, He stood apart and was a stranger, who did not belong to this world. He would crack jokes with you this minute and a few minutes later, He would have sped away into the depths of yonder space in reverse gear, as it were, so that Himself as well as others; all looked now wholly different; in another light, in the eyes of the stranger, that He has been - for at least a good half of His entire life.

It is these rapidly alternating rhythms of intense empathy on the one hand and extreme detachment on the other that so to speak made it impossible for anyone-even the ones closest to Him-to approach Him within, let us say "embracing distance", and remain there, a while longer; savouring the intimacy of that divine proximity. No sooner you do this; than would He recede into the endless depths of that vairagya, where you cannot possibly follow Him and catch up with Him. It is this dual existence of His, that is going to make His biography a mystery of an altogether new dimension. You cannot by any stretch of imagination call Him aloof, for He was not that at all; nor can you ascribe to Him any motives of wanting to deliberately draw a line between yourself and Himself, to the effect " thus far and as further ". No, I do not think, this is what He was, for His concern for the other often went to such lengths that either He was simply exploited for His goodness, or He even-in trusting everyone who came to Him-made a fool of Himself. For Him rules and conventions did not matter. It was man, who mattered. It was you who mattered and to ensure your growth and fulfilment, He would often turn His own philosophies upside down, so that by so doing you might feel more at ease or get some much needed relief.

A rather comical, yet tragic event from school days comes to mind. There was a boy from a lower middle class family, who often confided in Him and bemoaned his miserable family circumstances. Not knowing how to console Him, V being as always highly imaginative, invented a story of therapeutic value. He told His sorrowing companion, how poor His own family was and what dire straits they were themselves in, and went on to paint His home as nothing more than a thatched cottage of sorts. The therapy succeeded and the companion, taking solace in the proportionate misery of his friend, was consoled! But this was not to last too long. The boy, who was later to flower into the Sampurna Avatar Sri Sriman. Kalki Bhagavan; was just acquiring His feel of the nature of the human mind and His therapy was to have disastrous after effects! As I said, the poor companion, yielded to his curiosity and wanted, perhaps to derive even greater solace by being able to physically see and thereby verify for himself the proportionate misery, that was the lot of his dear-class-fellow. So promptly, without giving the least intimation landed up at V’s home in Perambur, Madras and was now inconsolably shocked. He now considered V a terrible liar, and remonstrating further, said he would not like to have anything to do with Him in the future. For His part V did His best, to reassure him, on the grounds that He was only trying to share his predicament and thereby bring to him some relief; for He could not see any better way to take away his pain. But I believe, no further sense could prevail on the poor companion and he continued to harbour a grudge against V, for having been a liar! For V, this must have been one of His early lessons on human nature. From this and many kindred events, He was soon to learn, with tears in His eyes that mankind, lived a life quite different from His own. Trust had practically disappeared in every relationship between man and man.

For some years, He had great hopes in the Gandhian vision of our ancient Hindu village civilisation being saved and thought better of our villages than our grotesque cities. This leaning towards the calmer village way of life probably came to Him naturally, for reasons of His birth and early years of upbringing. It was on the 7th of March 1949, that V was born, amidst fairly fortunate family circumstances in a village, called NATHAM in the outskirts of the town Gudiyatham to Sri.Varadarajulu and Smt.Vaidharbi, as their first child. His parents quickly were obliged to move to Perambur in Madras, for V's father had already entered into Government service. I had occasions to come into close contact with both His parents, after my monthly visits to His Perambur house, beginning with 1967. At first the visit were once in a few months, but gradually as I plunged more headlong into my higher studies and as V too had to take up employment with various companies; the frequency considerably diminished; finally being reduced to nothing more than annual or bi-annual visits.

Returning now to the line of thought on hand, even the early years of upbringing were only in NATHAM, at the home of His maternal grandparents, that is, in completely rural settings. In these very early years, as it was impossible for His own mother to bring him up; it was the lot of His mother's younger sister, aunt Sukumari to take on the role of the nurturing and fostering mother. V was very fond of both His grandparents and had that blessing of being a loving grandson, even after He had fully grown into an adult. However, His grandmother; whom he loved passionately, was destined to pass off, even before V was 6 or 7 and this loss was to have far-reaching consequences, in so far as His philosophical development was concerned. It was a loss, first of all, which the little boy, did not accept and He was now not going to stop, till it all became clear to Him, as to why and how His dear granny was snatched away from His life. He has Himself, reminiscencing on the anger of the aggrieved boy, narrated how for sometime, He slept with a kitchen-knife, under His pillow every night-for He did not want to miss even the least chance of putting an end to that macabre being who had taken away His granny- whoever that macabre being might be! This fundamental question-as to why His granny passed away was to completely envelop Him now. It was to lead Him, like a long dark tunnel, away into that heaven of freedom and light that lay beyond. He struggled with that question, He wept with that question, He went almost mad with that question. This question-His obsession and preoccupation with it was to lead by degrees from agony, despair, confusion and even insanity to ecstasy, hope, clarity and enlightenment. Granny's death in a sense was that kaon-that Mahavakya that life had placed in His heart and asked Him to wrestle with the riddle, till He solved it completely! This one question might have led to so many other questions, but still it was this one question, that was the starting point of the journey of His discovery. It was in a sense, an invitation given to Him by life to step out of the morass of samsara and leap into the luminous heights of perfect Self-realisation. That invitation finally led to the unveiling of the Godly Avatarship, His inborn natural endowment.

Soon V had two younger brothers and one younger sister and the family settled in Perambur in that abode which today goes by the name of Sri Sri Kalki Illam; with V along with His brothers and sister going to school there. V was put in a Christian convent school, (during the primary classes) in Perambur itself. What His inner and outer life was, these few years, is not known very well, though He must have been a very perceptive and sensitive child; given to prolonged contemplation and imagination. He does not seem to have had any interest in games and sports of any kind-a trait that has continued right into His high school and college days. Unlike, other children, He was quite content to watch and to wonder. One of His characteristics which is visible even to this day is His continued wonderment at every kind of thing. Everything seems to hold some fascination for Him. In a sense, though He is not known to have played a single game, He was always profoundly engrossed in the game of His inward thinking. Taking different and opposing sides; He would be all the players of a team all at once! Though a complete stranger to the actual physical game of cricket, He was a theoretician par excellence where the history of the game was concerned. A one, even fairly acquainted with test-cricket would be quite amazed at the knowledge of the history of cricket, He had at His command. In allergy to the actual physical game of cricket, spite of His mastery of knowledge of the game and its history; He comes inches within the other rather famous theoretician from the world of physics Wolfgang Pauli, it is stated, never set foot in physics laboratory, yet was an adept at theoritical physics. He wrote a classic on Einstein's general theory of Relativity at the incredible age of 19 Mention here of Einstein's general theory Relativity, may not be considered to be irrelevant for Einstein was much talked about by V in the school days.

He was fascinated by Einstein's revolution concept of space-time reality and was even knowing that Einstein used to chant the Gayatri Mantra. My own mystic fascination for the Gaytari Mantra, was in fact kindled only by V talking to at quite some length, both in the Hindu context also in the context of Einstein's interest in same. In retrospect, V, knowing so much about many matters and in such depth was completely out of proportion to His stature as a school boy. I was baffled by His knowledge, then in those years; and readily submitted to be led and guided by Him. Not some 25 years later, was I destined to understand the mysterious source of that vast knowledge that school boy. For 25 years, the wonderment continued, without any further clarity. One of it’s chief functions, seems to have been my very strong reverential bonding to Him; over the roll decades. Not that the mystery is fully unfolded after three decades of waiting... Now He has said so as to seal this mystery for ever - that a mystic one who is perpetually mystified by all existence His own included. In the light of this Monumental realisation, given by Him, the adventure has shifted from one of unravelling the mystery, to one experiencing it fully and thereby entering right into the heart of His mysterious Kingdom.

V was admitted into the Don Bausch Matriculate School at Egmore, from class VI onwards, by parents. By the time, He came into standard VIII He was managing to come to school, on a bicycle all the way, from Perambur and back. Actually, it is around this stage that He "manifested" to me drew me into a mysterious bond of friendship, which still continues to be a living mystery. His countenance of that time, I can probably never forget in all my life for the reason of the profound impact it made upon me in those formative years. Strangely all I have to do is a mere recapitulation and my mysteriously Godly V will manifest to my mind’s eye with unbelievable clarity. That godly countenance still shines so resplendently, as though these thirty odd years never elapsed. This vision has been The Lord's special benediction, vouchsafed to me and to no one else.

On many an afternoon, we had our lunch together under some shady tree or bush. We always talked, from the very first day of our meeting of the great future, of the mighty Hindu civilisation and of the power of inventions, for V was very much taken up with inventions. In His then prevailing view, India had to leap forward in science and technology, if at all, she longed for a place for herself, among the comity of nations. Every day He would tell me of some new invention, that would revolutionise man’s way of living. For sometime, in this way He spoke of sending rockets to the Moon and of controlling them through electromagnetic signals. He described the mechanism, as though He was only putting a simple screwdriver upon a screw. He spoke with a confidence of a scientist, or even better, with the confidence of a brilliant space scientist now working at Cape Canaveral in Florida. The rockets and inventions business did not draw my attention as much as the revolutionary concepts of space-time, matter-energy of Einstein. For the first time, as a boy in the IX standard of high school, a passion was kindled in me, a goal implanted in me to pursue the way nature works in the physical universe.

Many years later, after I fully exhausted the stored up power of this particular samskara, acknowledging with deep gratitude the inspiration and the way thrown open to me-both into the world as well as out of the world of physics, I dedicated the doctorate thesis that I wrote in 1979, to my Master V, to whom I was bound up through a mysterious reverential relationship.

V discoursed with great eloquence and authority on three different topics: The spiritual wealth of the Hindu civilisation, especially as delineated in the Upanishads; the fascinating world of scientific principles; the promising world of creative inventions. He seemed to need all the three. He was building up a mighty and vast vision of the Hindu India to come. He could see all the three streams, the spiritual -religious stream, and the streams of modern science and modern inventive technology, undergoing a profound confluence and leading to an entirely different India, than what one saw on our streets then. He was desperately working for something, a philosopher's stone, a universal panacea, that would at once lead India, according to the prayers of our forefathers, " from illusion to reality; from darkness to immortality." There was fury behind that desperate search. When all pupils in the class were concerned in a lesser or a bigger way with their ambitions in studies, their grades; their unfulfilled pleasures and dreams He had an altogether different distraction! He was concerned with the fate of mother India, He wanted to die for her, to resurrect the dead spirit of her immense spirituality of times past. His friends were the Upanishadic Rishis, Rama, Krishna Paramatma, Adi Sankara and Gandhi. He lived every second only with them in his innermost world. He spoke to them, He promised them a thousand times He would fulfil their visions and their dreams. Outwardly He learnt how to control the tears from His all too soft a heart, but inwardly He must have wept a thousand times, looking at the human condition and the sad plight of our motherland. In one of this "letters of awakening", which He wrote from Coimbatore, the ending bears abundant testimony to His boundless compassion. "As I write this, the world comes up before me and I am filled with anxious tears." His anxiety or despair was whether man could be saved at all from his own madness.

His passion to save India became a ceaseless burning fury and the fury became a madness. In the years to come, He was to plunge into even greater depths of enquiry as to how He could achieve His vision. A hundred solutions He threw up, a hundred He rejected, till He arrived at the well-spring of life which was to be His very own self.

In His spiritual, patriotic and philosophic daring, He was fast crossing the boundaries separating the possible and the impossible, the sane and the insane; the sacred and the profane. On more than one occasion, He fainted due to excessive furious thinking, and the ensuing physical and mental exhaustion. One of the earliest solutions He came up with, while still only a high school boy, was that of the perpetual motion machine! Anyone familiar with the laws of thermodynamics, that one encounters in science and engineering, would know at once that the very first law of thermodynamics rules out the possibility of the existence of the perpetual motion machine. The reason in that due to frictional losses; no machine can have an efficiency of unity. But V, the Sampurna Avatar in the making; who would later be able to make and break "reality" through the mystery of His Divine Grace; was still innocent of these laws; so He held on firmly to that one idea - for He saw in it: salvation for the whole world - that was what mattered for Him - not so much whether some funny law permitted it or not! Such was His furious obstinacy. The question of the perpetual motion machine, brewing and simmering in His heart, soon spilt into conversation and I ventured to discuss it with another classmate, who had an elder brother studying in the Madras Medical College. Ramanujam, after ascertaining from his elder brother, who was to all appearances a more-reliable authority on this question; gave a firm "no". The perpetual motion machine would never be possible - we were told, because it went completely against the principle of the conservation of energy. But I could agree neither with Ramanujam nor with his more erudite elder brother; for I was compelled, by an inner urge to vote for V!. I said, there could be some laws, which man does not know as of now, they might only be discovered in the future. On these grounds, while V boldly proposed the perpetual motion machine, as the panacea for all human ills, I accepted it, without the least regard for well-established scientific knowledge! For this act of mine, that I followed the Lord; rather than the dictates and possibilities implied by a science, that is man - made; the Lord seems to have enlisted me in a very big way; after "the perpetual motion machine" actually came into existence! In 1991, it was clear to me that the Lord's Form in the heart; His Avirbhava, - it was this that he would be Sampurna Avatar had described as the perpetual motion machine - for this alone could be an answer to all of man's problems. What then was that machine? It was simply the consciousness of God Himself, His Cosmic mind. Nothing was impossible for His Cosmic Mind. He could take over a dry desolate earth and convert in into a wonderful paradise. This was the real vision behind V's conception of the perpetual motion machine, in those early days.

While still at school, V introduced me to philosophy. Giving me a copy of Lin - Yu – Tang’s "Wisdom of India and China", after introducing me to India’s Spiritual and Religious Heritage; He asked me to absorb its contents! I tried my best; but I think the real reason why progress then was difficult for me - was only my inadequate intellectual development. The mind had not matured and become enriched enough to absorb all that philosophy. But I must say, I struggled to-the extent possible for me then. In those days V was more influenced by upanishadic thought and He battled with eternal and fundamental questions. The question of the why of His grandmother's death, had by now begotten a further chain of questions. Now it was: "How did this universe come into existence? Did it have an external cause?" His mood and the atmosphere in His heart is the same - more or less - as what figures in the Nasadiya Sukta. He loved these contemplations, so immensely that He breakfasted with them, conversed with them, dined with them, dreamt about them, slept with them. His being became inseparable from the essence behind those descriptions. He was rapidly approaching that union from which it was going to prove very difficult for Him to separate Himself from all that which really is. Locked in that inseparability from the "THAT" of the Upanishads, He was to declare for a while, the non-existence of a God; external to His SELF. He had this philosophic perception for some years. But eventually it was to give way to a vaster and wider benediction. The atmosphere in His heart? So, typical of His even present condition - in which mutually contradictory perceptions, peacefully coexist, is given by the mood of the Nasadiya Sukta:

"Neither non-existent was it nor existent was it, at that time: there was neither atmosphere, nor the heavens which are beyond. What existed? Where? In whose care? What was it? An abyss unfathomable?"

"Neither mortal was there, nor immortal then; not of night, of day, was there distinction: THAT alone breathed windless through inherent power. Other than THAT indeed, there was naught else."

"Darkness it was, by darkness hidden in the beginning: an undistinguished sea was all this. The germ of all things which was enveloped in void THAT alone through the power of brooding thought was born."

"Upon that in the beginning arose desire, which was the first off-shoot of that thought. This desire sages found out (to be) the link between the existent and the non-existent, after searching with the wisdom in their heart."

"Who, after all knows? Who here will declare arose whence this world? Subsequent are the gods to the creation of this world. Who then knows, when it came into being?"

"This world-where it came into being, whether was made or whether not - He the overseer in highest heavens surely knows-or perhaps He knows not!"

Between His 16th and more or less His 21st year, He was waging a relentless battle, simultaneously on two fronts. Becoming antarmukha, He was furiously searching for the meaning of Ultimate Reality and was after that Original Supreme Source, so awesomely portrayed in those 2 lines of the Nasadiya Sukta:

"Neither mortal, was there, nor immortal then; not of night, of day, was there distinction. THAT alone breathed windless through inherent power. Other than THAT indeed, there was naught else". His absorption went to such lengths, that on one-or, if I remember right, on several occasions, He swooned, in the throes of His contemplative enquiry. It was possible for Him to burn up all the energy from His food in sheer contemplative enquiry alone. Indeed, where penetrative and sustained thinking was concerned He had a magnificent masterly endowment of the rarest kind. This swooning had caused such anxiety to His parents, that, suspecting it had something to do with His deep philosophical quests; they took a promise from Him to the effect that He would hence forth say goodbye to all philosophy and now pay all the more attention to His much neglected studies. V gladly gave that promise, because He could never stand causing any kind of hurt to anybody and naturally least of all to His parents. But though He gave that promise in a well-meaning way, it was not going to be possible for Him at all, to keep up His word; for He had already gone too far afield. He had crossed all limits and even the point of no return. His wonderfully gentle parents who have appeared to my own eyes to be almost perfect embodiments of dharma, during the whole course o the last thirty years or so during which period, I had come to know them; seemed at least temporarily satisfied with that assurance they got from their eldest son. How much more anxious they must have become, had they only, known the exact nature of the swooning? It wasn't always a question of reeling under that exhaustion, which came from excessive thinking. He had also gone off on some occasions into samadhi. His parents had occasion to be a witness to all this. Only, V very intelligently completely refrained from revealing the nature of His inner Journey-for He did not want to take away even that little bit of peace that was still left with them. These facts were revealed to me almost within days or weeks of their actual occurrences by V Himself as far back as 1966.

In the bahirmukha direction, on the other hand, He was waging, quite a different kind of battle. I had made a mention of V being obsessed with three streams of thought. Firstly the religious, in the true sense of that term, meaning an inner awakening; secondly a national awakening to the beneficial effects of modem technology. And thirdly, another kind of awakening to philosophical and scientific principles, describing nature's working at all levels. Now, I think, these three streams are still incomplete and I must add that V had another equally magnificent obsession and that was with the structure of the country's government, it's political ideology and the means to bring about a new awakening, even on the socio-economic and political plane. It was in this connection, that He so much adored Gandhi and was very much taken up by the later emphasis on the development of our rural agro economy, vis-à-vis modern western industrial development. He travelled passionately with these different streams of thought, even plunging sometimes into projects on rural development. In 1982, the secret desire to see what would come out of rural development, when inter-woven with appropriate science and technology had still not let go of Him. There was a rather pressing occasion, when He had to produce a manifesto on rural development, almost at a day's notice and the manuscript that emerged from His hands, had the stamp of that effulgent Supreme Intelligence, once again. Just a simple excerpt is given to you, here, so as only to convey to you, the flavour of the magnificent power of His written word.

"Rural development is a 'must' not only to remove rural poverty (more than 80% of the country's population is still living in villages) but also to lay at rest the all-consuming demon of exponential growth let loose by the conventional model of economic management. It should ultimately lead to the emergence of a new form of human society that is more enduring and in which man’s role vis-à-vis nature's shifts from one of parasitism to symbiosis, exploitation to nurture, dissipation to conservation. India is perhaps much better placed than the other countries of the world to make this break-through on the rural front. Our national ethos, combined with the vision of men like Gandhi and Vivekananda sets us apart among the comity of nations for this role". These were his perceptions in 1982.

But now in 1995, in September, when the lord has just brought into existence His new sanyasa orders (for men and women seperately), with a view to inundate the lenght and breath of the country with his monks; so that, they numbering in all, a good, 10,000 and covering a population of one lakh each, would be able to bring His Divine Grace to every nook and corner of this country - in this, you can see the coming to fruition of an emperor's perception that had manifested in embryonic form, as far back as 1982, or even much earlier than that but in the rather different context of rural development. Behold how He expresses His emperor's perception, as a means to eradicate the rotten system of exploitation now prevalent. " In order to focus attention on the villages there need to be spokesmen for the villages, spokesmen who are knowledgeable, discerning and authentic. The reason: politics has totally corrupted and divided the villages into factions. Spokesmen could therefore act as liaisons between the villagers themselves. At times, there are well-meaning and committed bankers and officers who have no entry into the village communities. Spokesmen could therefore act as contact points and liaisons between the government and financial institutions and the villagers.

"We aim at demonstrating the applicability of science, technology and market management methods for rural-uplivement. In this process, we hope to evolve a blueprint for universal application in rural India. Our aim further is to bring together all the national, regional and state-level agencies, directly or indirectly in national resource development and work in an integrated manner. To implement the concept of the intelligent spokesman, the Ashram wishes to create a chain of Ashram community centres in urban areas"

You can see how V's conception of "the intelligent spokesman," gradually matured into the "one Sanyasa Kalki Dasa" for each taluk, in 1995. To reach the most Godly aspect of V's personality, we must regress into His early boyhood days, especially between His eighth and sixteenth year at school. As I had mentioned, even as a child or as a schoolboy, V was exceptionally sensitive and intelligent, far exceeding the farthest limits that may be ascribed to a child prodigy. The question may arise in this context, why then did not His teachers and tutors at school, discern this prodigy's presence in their midst? Why did not His own classmates also stumble upon the same self-discovery? While these are certainly legitimate questions, my providing you with the answers right away does not seem to me to be in the best of your interest. Rather, the best that can happen to you is your own personal discovery of these answers-from whatever I have said so far and will go on to say in the future. All this ought to be enough material for you to plough through and arrive at your own solutions.

The only other incident, that comes to mind, regarding the discovery of V by the world, goes back to school days again. There was one, rather very sensitive and exceptionally intelligent boy at school, who cycled to school along with V. K, whom V considered to be a very systematic thinker, was tremendously appreciative of V's very unusual philosophical principles and perceptions. K was often on his guard, when V put some difficult question to him! But V did not reveal His golden heart to him. The 2 schoolboys (K and V) were like two philosophers in the making. Once V, as if to reveal the depth of K's philosophic enquiry, had asked him, whether in the later world-view, God had any place? K, having already suffered many a check-mate in his philosophical dialogues with V; coming quickly to his self-defence, this time; declared that he wasn't really prepared to reveal what he thought on the subject! He wasn't sure, if the answer he would give; would not lead to yet another deadlock. Looking at some of V's radically original solutions, K had said on one occasion that even after years of enquiry, it would have been impossible for him to come upon such a radically original solution.... Thank the Lord; there was at least one another boy, who could recognise at least the prodigious intellect of V, in those days; if not His godly nature. There were certainly two other personality traits of my Master V, quite evident, even in those school days. He was always happy and smiling and seemed not to have a single care in the world. At the same time, He was also so very simple, completely guileless. Knowing His boundless compassion, I often had to wonder, why at all, it was so necessary for Him to wear that mask of being unconcerned with the sufferings of others ~ when in His heart of hearts, there was such abundance of empathy? Many years later, even when I had questioned Him on this, I do not remember His giving me a satisfactory reply.

At school, V had that Saintly gift of self-effacing humility. It manifested as His being reserved in speech and as His stranger-ship, about which I have already spoken to you, at the very beginning. Throughout His school and college career, He managed to throw a white garment of silence upon the deepest stirrings in His Heart- he showed them to none, neither to His parents, nor even to His two brothers and only sister. There was just one being to whom, unveiling the effulgent white garment; He displayed the full indescribable glory and beauty of His golden heart. As I bring up before all humanity this truth, at just this moment, when I unveil the unspeakably glorious life and work of my Master, in just the same way He did to me many years ago; I feel deeply grateful to Him, for having revealed His golden heart, much before anyone else could get even the slightest glimpse of that same tenderness and godly effulgence.

Only when the phenomenon of the Sampurna Avatar burst into human consciousness did my Master bring certain other very momentous occurrences from His childhood to my notice. Between His 8th and 16th year, He had that overpowering inner urge to visit our Temples. But drawing into the extreme proximity of the Mula vigraha, another entirely different thought, which, till that moment did not make its presence felt, would raise its head; thereby breeding for that helpless boy, a conflict from which, He found it quite difficult, if not impossible to extricate Himself. The first thought, which dragged Him to Temples, was one of helpless fascination for God. The second which arose, a little later, went something like this; " I don't feel like circumvulating, why should I, in fact? I feel that I am that very Being in the Mula vigraha!" This second overpowering godly vasana having delivered up its honest message, was invariably challenged by the first which now spoke out, in the mood of regret and self chastisement "How arrogant am I? Is this feeling right?" And the young V would, we may well surmise, yield to the further endless onslaughts of that conflict. This dilemma was to last, until the Sampurna Avatar phenomenon burst upon human consciousness first in July 1989 and then more pronouncedly 6 months later. That was the time it was resolved once and for all and my Master knew then, that He could after all forgive Himself for having been so rebellious and so competitive with the gods in the Temples! Yes, the enigma of His own godly vasana was completely revealed to Him and a new peace pervaded His heart; now more vibrant and at the same time more tranquil than ever before. These momentous occurrences throw some amount of light on the still mysterious phenomenon of God's consciousness "descending" to the earth plane, through that auspicious human life that we have been referring to as V, up to this point.

Just as the strong feeling that, 'He was Himself God,' kept coming to Him, and reminding Him, as it were of His real destined mission and identity and thereby-at least now in retrospect-is seen to be a very definitive sign of His Avatar-ship; there seems to have been yet another tell-tale sign; but of an even subtler kind. This one concerned the exceptionally prodigious intellectual abilities of V, even as a mere schoolboy.

The first of the series of conversations I had with him at school, mostly during lunch