0:00 Chapter 10 of Autobiography of a Yogi. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Read by Christine Rucker.
0:17 Autobiography of a Yogi by Paramhansa Yogananda. I meet my master Sri Yukteswar.
0:26 Quote,
0:32 Faith in God can produce any miracle except one passing an examination without study.
0:33 End quote.
0:38 Distastefully, I closed the book I had picked up in an idle moment.
0:44 The writer's exception shows his complete lack of faith, I thought. Poor chap chap he has great respect for the midnight oil my promise to father had been that i would complete my high school studies i cannot pretend to diligence spots along the Calcutta bathing ghats. The adjoining crematory grounds, especially gruesome
1:08 at night, are considered highly attractive by the yogi. He would find the deathless essence
1:15 must not be dismayed by a few unadorned skulls. Human inadequacy becomes clear in the gloomy abode
1:24 of miscellaneous bones. My midnight vigils were
1:27 thus a different nature from the scholars. The week of final examinations at the Hindu high
1:35 school was fast approaching. This interrogatory period, like sepulchral haunts, inspires a well-
1:43 known terror. My mind was nevertheless at peace. Braving the ghouls, I was exhuming a knowledge not found in lecture halls. But it lacked the art of Swami Pranabananda, who easily appeared in two places at one time. dilemma was plainly a matter for the infinite ingenuity this was my reasoning though to many it seems illogic the devotee's irrationality springs from a thousand inexplicable demonstrations of god's instancy in trouble hardly a glimpse of you these days. A classmate accosted me one afternoon on Gurpar Road.
2:27 Hello, Nantu. My invisibility at school has actually placed me there in a decidedly
2:33 awkward position. I unburdened myself under his friendly gaze. Nantu, who was a brilliant student,
2:40 laughed heartily. My predicament was not without a comic aspect you are utterly unprepared for the
2:48 finals i suppose it is up to me to help you the simple words conveyed divine promise to my ears
2:56 with alacrity i visited my friend's home he kindly outlined the solutions to various problems he
3:03 considered likely to be set by the instructors.
3:06 These questions are the bait which will catch many trusting boys in the examination trap.
3:12 Remember my answers and you will escape without injury. The night was far gone when I departed.
3:19 Bursting with unseasoned erudition, I devoutly prayed it would remain for the next few critical days. Nantu had coached me
3:28 in my various subjects, but under press of time had forgotten my course in Sanskrit.
3:35 Fervently, I reminded God of the oversight. I set out on a short walk the next morning,
3:42 assimilating my new knowledge to the rhythm of swinging footsteps.
3:47 As I took a shortcut through the weeds of a corner lot, my eye fell on a few loose printed sheets.
3:54 A triumphant pounce proved them to be Sanskrit verse. I sought out a pundit for my aid in my
4:01 stumbling interpretation. His rich voice filled the air with the edgeless honeyed
4:07 beauty of the ancient tongue. Note, Sanskrit polished complete. Sanskrit is the eldest sister
4:16 of all Indo-European tongues. Its alphabetical script is Devanagari, literally divine abode. Quote, who knows my grammar knows God. End quote.
4:30 Panini, great philologist of ancient India, paid this tribute to the mathematical and psychological
4:36 perfection in Sanskrit. He who would track language to its layer must indeed end as omniscient. End note. These exceptional stanzas cannot possibly
4:49 be evade in your Sanskrit test. The scholar dismissed them skeptically. But familiarity
4:56 with that particular poem enabled me on the following day to pass the Sanskrit examination.
5:03 Through the discerning help Nantu had given, I also attained
5:07 the minimum grade for success in all my other subjects. Father was pleased that I had kept my
5:14 word and concluded my secondary school course. My gratitude sped to the Lord, whose sole guidance
5:21 I perceived in my visit to Nantu and my walk by the unhabitual route of the debris
5:27 filled lot. Playfully he had given dual expression to his timely design for my rescue. I came across
5:36 the discarded book whose author had denied God precedence in the examination halls. I could not
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