The goal of life is the attainment of Self-realization mother ganga or
God-consciousness. There is One Supreme Undying Principle or Essence, the
Brahman or the Absolute Self which dwells in the chambers of your heart and
everywhere. In the whirlpool of fleeting sensual pleasures you
Have forgotten the purpose of life and its goal. In your
pursuit after the phantom shows of worldly vanities, you have annihilated the
spiritual instincts and longings of the soul.
What a sad state! Mysterious is Maya! Mysterious is Moha!
You cannot remain even for a day without self shaving. The razor, the mirror
and the shaving stick are your objects of worship, as soon as you get up from
bed. You cannot walk bare-footed even for a few yards. You want a servant to
put on the socks and the shoes and tie the lace. You cannot walk even half a
mile. You want a rickshaw or a Tonga. How effeminate you have become!
Howmuchdegenerated you are! You have lived in vain! You
have wasted this precious life. Hotels, restaurants, cinema houses are your
abodes-of-immortality. Really you are leading a miserable life. If you can talk
something on dry politics, you think you are a great hero!
Why do you roll in this miserable Samsara? Are wII you
not ashamed? If you have real manliness, you must break the chains of earthly
bondage, the bondage of birth and death, old age and disease, hunger and
thirst! That is courage that is heroism!
That is real manliness. Do not be cowards; start now; fight
against worldly delusion; against the mind and the senses! To wear spectacles
at the age of ten, to wear wrist-watch, to buy a car by borrowing money, to wear
fashionable dinner-uniform and Ell-wood hat, health boots, to have a
French-crop or bobbed- hari, to smoke Three Castles cigarettes or Navy-cut or Manila
cigars, to constrict the neck with stiff collars, to walk along the beach with
ladies in clasped hands,
to have newspaper in their pocket, to have a trimmed or
Kaiser-moustache at the middle of the upperlip, to take meat and drink brandy,
to play bridge, to gamble, to dance in ball-rooms, to borrow money to go to
talkies, and in short, to lead a life ofdissipation-this is modern civilization!
Fashion and style have made you beggar of beggars.
There are scorpion stings on one side, flies, bugs, mosquitoes, mother ganga thorns, trouble you from another corner. Sun scorches you in summer and the
biting winter sucks your blood. Influenza, plague, leprosy, fashionable
appendicitis, pyorrhoea, small-pox are ready to devour you. Fear, delusion,
grief, sorrow and misery kill you every moment.
