The Mystique of ‘M’
He knew that his life would never be the same again. He was thoroughly overhauled; a lasting change in his consciousness took place. He would have followed his Master willingly. (His was not an abject surrender; if it was it was a surrender thoroughly approved of by his critical faculties.)
But his Master deflected him from that course. He advised M to go back to the plains, join the throng of humanity; he was to be in the world but not of the world without losing the BLISS that was to be his forever.
A new phase of his life began. He continued to travel, yet it was not the travelling of an aimless wanderer. He strictly adhered to his Master’s advice to look at the world from close quarters without being blinded by the brightness of its transient pleasures. He did a stint as a journalist which brought him into contact with many eminent people. (A year was spent in the Andamans in the capacity of a resident editor of a daily.) He wrote political commentaries, short stories, and articles on various topics. And he became a trustee of the Krishnamurti Foundation two years before the latter passed away.