Loving youngsters and respecting elders, Munno pleased everyone with her pleasant disposition. She was known as Bahen ji and Bobo (elder sister) amongst colleagues and family members.
Dark-hued Krishna Playing the Flute in Pastures of Vrindavan
Going to the temple was a normal practice. Seeing her affection, affinity and closeness for her students it seemed they shared a strong bond.Motivated by her worship and dedicated devotion to Krishna they cast off worldly cares and family opposition and longed to head towards Vrindavan, to hear the dark god fluting in its blossoming pastures.
The clicking of sandals could be heard from a distance. A frail, meek lady bundled in a saree, strode by speedily. Wearing a plush coat, Bobo, an icon of love, met passersby.
A Woman Begging for Food
A maid begged,"Bibi! I need some food,"and she was moved instantly.
An onlooker was stunned at the distinguished lady who had won accolades at the kavi sammelan yesterday and lectured on patriotism the day before, sparing time to simply listen to the woes of a poverty- stricken women.
Every day she would be draped in a new sari. She would use all the appealing accessories got by her father, like coiling her hair in a net.
"Munno! How many saris do you have?" Once her professor had asked
Ever since she did not keep any more than two, wearing one and washing the other.
Shri Usha Bahenji Wearing a Coarse Sari
Those who have seen this distinctive principal, renowned poetess and social worker clad in a coarse sari, ordinary paduka (slippers), dishevelled hair, a bindi of Thakurji's prasadi chandan, a rough blouse and large eyes, certainly adulated this unassuming persona.
Once the principal of a college in Ambala insisted that she join as its director and she was forced to accept his request. Some students had been posted on guard at the college gate to keep out unruly elements.All the listeners, onlookers and principal were eagerly waiting for Bahen ji.,and a certain restlessness affected the scene.
Someone intervened that Bobo had a fetish for punctuality and ran out, sure that there had been a lapse.They saw Bahen ji simply dressed, merrily pacing up and down under a tree. Everyone raced to get her.
"We could not recognise you otherwise this impertinence would have never occurred," both the students on duty went up and asked for forgivenes
" On the contrary, I am pleased, because you honestly did your duty," she said, patting their backs she said.
She had taken a vow to cook a meal herself and eat at home, and followed this regime for years.
Intoduction to Shri Vimla Nevile
With selfless love Bahen ji was sowing the seeds of spirituality in mankind.
" I see you doing darshan of Krishna at the temple for a long time everyday," one fine day,a Bahen came forward and exulted,"
She was Vimla Nevile and her father was working in the post and telegraph department. He had been transferred from Lahore and come to Ambala.
Having avid interest in satsang, Vimla ji was on the look out for such a group which sang devotional songs to Krishna. Coming into contact with the protagonist of our biography, she developed great affection for Bobo. Bahen ji was absolutely against flaunting religious devotion and a certain serenity seeped into Vimla ji's religious sentiments.
She worked along with Bahen ji as a teacher in the college. We have stated earlier that Bahen ji's spirituality was well within the contexts of religious aspiration in a land of restrictive social constraints.
A Brahmin Child
Usha ji always had great reverence for brahmins and endorsed that a brahmin child is worthy of reverence despite not following religious obligations. God endorses that the brahmin and cow are His holy mouth and she adhered to this norm.
Vimla Bahen ji was absorbed in religious devotion in her proximity and ultimately settled in Vrindavan. Becoming a recipient of Usha ji's blessings she ultimately went to Gaulok, where the dark-hued God forever dwells.
Shri Raj Dulari
Another Bahen,Raj Dulari, came into contact with Bobo ji.Being naive, she was easily gullible which can be harmful at times. One of the lawyer's daughter got her to meet Bahen ji. She was clear-hearted and Bahen ji could sense her loving temperament.
Raj Dulari Finally Resided in Vrindavan
Raj Dulari belonged to a spiritual family and probably they had met because of earlier sanskaras. Finally resigning as principal from a reputed school and steeped in devotion to Krishna, Raj Dulari resided in Vrindavan.
Bobo had vast knowledge of the Hindi language and whenever she could lay her hands on a book she would certainly read it.
A man came to her with a voluminous text. She requested him to leave it and he reluctantly agreed to spare it for a few hours. She began browsing through the book and went into a trance. When she became conscious all the pages had been flipped and the closed book lay beside her. The man arrived at the specified time and he just couldn't believe that she had gone through it. On hearing several concepts based on the book he was spellbound.
Bahen ji had to appear for the M.A. examination and twenty days were left. One of her friends, Shri Vimla ji who gained indepth knowledge of the 'Gita' from her, had arrived three years back.The service she rendered of arranging the texts for Bobo is commendable and she was blessed to propagate the Gita in America. When results were declared in the Punjab University everyone was taken aback. Bahen ji had stood second in the university.
Patiala
Simplicity and innocence were the key attributes of Bahen ji and added to her brilliance.The examination centre was Patiala (Punjab) in those days.Her markeen dhoti which she was to wear had been washed and was wet. Concerned, the other Bahens insisted on packing a small suitcase with some saris.But she wore her damp one and left. Not to hurt their feelings,she carried it with her. On coming back she returned the baggage as it was, not having used a single dhoti.
One can not cite a single instance where temptation, allurements and so-called worldly pleasures deflected Bobo's perennial quest for union with the Divine.
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