Preface by M.P.Pandit quoted in the Book
Pondicherry, June 25th, 1985
How shall we place him? A humanist? An
emerging poet? Lover of nature? Seeker of truth?
These questions naturally arise as we read this
collection of the author’s writings during the last
two decades. Actually he is all of them- and more. Whether the reflection presented here are
narrative, lyrical or contemplative – as he classifies
them – there is one striking note that runs through
all, and that is his passion for love which is another
face of truth. No experience of life and evidently he
has had many – leaves him bitter. Even death
reveals to him another side of life.
The themes he handles are varied. The way he expresses himself makes us wonder what the
strength of his appeal is.
Beauty of sky? Power of thought? No, it is the authenticity of his experience, psychological and spiritual, that touches the reader and makes him as humble as the writer himself. Whether he speaks of the guru ‘who leaves no footprints’ or of prayer with the language of ‘tears in the
eye’ rather than of ‘words upon the lips’ or of the trap of solitude, we are the presence of an ardent seeker. The thinker in him love precision of expression: truth, he says, is beyond method astrology
is indicative, not determinative.
Epigrams abound. Read a few of them:
“A mind that revolts against what perceives may bring about a revolution; a mind that revolts against its own luck of perception brings about evolution.”
“I have heard your speech in the silence of my heart; I have felt the caressing touch of your tender fingers in tears trickling down the cheeks."
All may not be cultured enough, evolved enough, to follow the author in each of his contemplations. But every one is certain to benefit in culture of his soul by reading this book. Let us turn to the pages forthwith and refresh ourselves in the Stream of Saraswathi, Impeller to happy truths, in whom the writer has found great Refuge.