Treatment of Visitors
Treatment of Visitors People came to the well-known Ananda Kutir with the devout desire of having the ‘darshan’ and blessing of this mahatma, and to their surprise and confusion found themselves confronted by a stately, stalwart sadhu (monk) who behaved as if it was he who had come eager for their darshan. For instance, a certain lady from South India came to have Swami Sivananda’s darshan. At that time Swamiji was in the office and she was shown in. After some time she came out and asked some ashramites standing there “Where is Swami Sivananda?” When she was told that it was from him she was coming, in great astonishment she gasped: “Oh! I thought he was the manager. Is he the saint?” With tears in her eyes she ran again to the manager-monk, and fell at his feet. To see him cutting jokes with everyone gave the impression that he was a worldly man, but one who was perceptive could not but be dazzled by the exquisite lustre of his eyes which ever revealed his spiritual greatness. Yet, not withstanding the unmistakable atmosphere of serenity and dignity that pervaded his presence, every movement, word and action appeared to say, “I am your servant.” Though he was a seer of great repute, a teacher and reformer of nation-wide renown and the founder and head of a great organisation, Swamiji seemed quite oblivious of these facts, and was aware of himself as the cosmic servant and worshipper. Even when a dozen willing students of his were ready to hasten to serve him at a single word, one would find at times that before a cup of milk could be ready for a tired guest, Swamiji himself would come up with the milk from his room, and some fruits as well in his little white bag. If he saw that a visitor had a naturally shy or reserved temperament and felt sensitive about making known his needs, Swamiji would anticipate every one of them and an ashramite would be directed to attend to all his wants even before he asked for anything. When he went for his evening walk Swamiji was always in the habit of carrying with him some fruit, some little tit-bit or perhaps an interesting book which he would take to the room of anyone to whom he could give it. Whilst on his way to his room at midday, happening to see some sadhu being served with bhiksha by an ashramite, at times Swamiji would stop there to drive away the monkeys and pour water for the sadhu to wash his hands. On such occasions remonstrances were of no avail. If his devotees had presented fruits and sweets to him as an offering, Swamiji would at once start giving them to every soul in sight. If the servant boys, the barber, the postman, a passing beggar or scavenger happened to be on the spot, they all got their share. On the eve of periodical functions in particular, when feeding on a large scale was to take place, before the hired cook had begun to prepare the special sweet dish Swamiji’s childlike impatience would overcome him. Quickly offering a little to the Ganges he would heap up all that was ready and hasten to distribute it. He did not give with one hand, but would scoop with both hands from the plate and pour it into everyone’s hands. At times he forgot to distinguish between adults and infants in his fervour to give. Several times one would witness the comic terror of a suddenly wide-eyed child confronted by the extended palms of Swamiji, heaped with a quantity of sweets such as would hardly be possible for it even to hold, let alone carry. He amazed the orthodox type of sannyasins by his manner of service to his devotees. A guest would feel that he was monopolising the entire time and attention of Swamiji and that the latter was bestowing the most exceptional care upon his comforts. The visitor would find that no sooner was a room allotted to him than he was besieged by a dozen kind enquiries as to his needs. Water would be placed in his room, a lantern provided immediately, a mosquito net if it was summer or an extra blanket or two if the season was cold, an easy chair if he happened to be old or an invalid. Then Swamiji would finally ask the librarian to issue any book that he desired to study. Observing this extreme and meticulous manner of Swamiji’s care and attendance proved a revelation to many visitors who said frankly, “We are really put to shame by Swamiji. He teaches us householders the true method of treating and serving guests. Swamiji has perfected the art of hospitality and we feel that we must learn many points from him. We thought that as householders there was little that we did not already know about entertainment; but here is one who is a model to be copied, even by us.” The manner of treatment of visitors and guests at this remote ashram was truly an eye-opener. The ashramites as well as anyone connected with them could well be proud of it. Swamiji was like a watchdog in this respect. His instruction to his beloved workers was never to be overbearing to any visitors. He would constantly say: “If you try to view everything as Atman you must express it in all your actions. It’s no good to have your head in the clouds while you keep your palms clenched in your pockets. It does not matter whether they derive any extraordinary spiritual gain or not, but people staying here for some time must at least enjoy real peace. Later, whenever they remember the love and kindness they received here they will also be reminded of the peace of the Ganges, the kirtans and other spiritual ideas associated with the place. Serve them, therefore, with bhava (feeling). Ashrams and maths must serve as examples
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