The Mystique of ‘M’
The next day, ‘M’ learned the name of the man who was one of the many souls he was to meet on his spiritual journey. He was not well-known; he was known as Pujapura Swami since he was living in a place of that name in Thiruvananthapuram. Before the reverential appellation accrued to him, he had worked as a clerk in the Accountant General’s office until retirement. In his youth, he had been initiated into Vedantic practices by a great teacher; and ever since, he had led an exemplary life of the spirit, absorbed in a bliss that surpasses ordinary understanding; all the while performing his duties like an ordinary man. Though a householder, he was considered a self-realized soul by all who came to know him. What can be a greater avowal of the Swami’s spiritual credentials than the attendance, although infrequent, at this householder’s satsangs of a great sannyasin who had even renounced his loin cloth and who was averse even to the whiff of worldly life?
M was barely fortunate to have met the Pujapura Swami, for soon the Swami attained Samadhi. A few years later, however, when M was about seventeen, he chanced upon a compilation of the Swami’s teachings, courtesy a friend, which was in private circulation. It contained the essence of Vedanta in very simple language.