As I waited outside to have a last word with him, I wondered what Radhanath Swami was still doing in his room: his luggage was already out and a chauffeured car waited for him at the gates. He was returning to Mumbai after a three day spiritual retreat, which had just concluded with his discourse to a crowd of three thousand in the idyllic lawns of Mafatlal Bungalow.
Many memories are washed off by time, but some remain vivid—especially those that touch emotions. People of influence spur emotions of awe and reverence, and thus create telling memories in those they meet. Radhanath Swami’s first visit
The car pulled out of the airport terminal into the dense Mumbai traffic. I was now driving at snail’s pace with inches separating our vehicle from four vehicles on four sides. What could be more chafing for a driver? On top, my only passenger started to cough. With an air of annoyance I suggested, “Your health seems bad. You should take some rest now.”He replied, “Yes,” as I, through the rear-view mirror, saw him slightly nod in approval. Finally we reached the destination and my passenger patted my back and smiled graciously. His affection somehow pulled out my heart, but I didn’t know who he was. Being a newly appointed driver at Radha Gopinath temple, I hadn’t identified its spiritual head — Radhanath Swami.
As I emerged out of the haven, my blanket, into the frigid dawn, my thoughts rushed to management. Those thoughts occupied my mind during the day, and sometimes even during the night: I was the manager on this pilgrimage to the Himalayan town of Hrishikesh, and the facilities were inadequate by Mumbai standards.