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XIII
To Shri Haridas Viharidas Desai
KHETRI
May, 1893.
DEAR DIWANJI SAHEB,
Surely my letter had not reached you before you wrote to me.
The perusal of your letter gave me both pleasure and pain simultaneously:
pleasure, to see that I have the good fortune to be loved by a man of your
heart, power, and position; and pain, to see that my motive has been
misinterpreted throughout. Believe me, that I love you and respect you like a
father and that my gratitude towards you and your family is surely unbounded.
The fact is this. You may remember that I had from before a desire to go to
Chicago. When at Madras, the people there, of their own accord, in conjunction
with H.H. of Mysore and Ramnad made every arrangement to send me up. And you
may also remember that between H.H. of Khetri and myself there are the closest
ties of love. Well, I, as a matter of course, wrote to him that I was going to
America. Now the Raja of Khetri thought in his love that I was bound to see him
once before I departed, especially as the Lord has given him an heir to the
throne and great rejoicings were going on here; and to make sure of my coming
he sent his Private Secretary all the way to Madras to fetch me, and of course
I was bound to come. In the meanwhile I telegraphed to your brother at Nadiad
to know whether you were there, and, unfortunately, the answer I could not get;
therefore, the Secretary who, poor fellow, had suffered terribly for his master
in going to and from Madras and with his eye wholly on the fact that his master
would be unhappy if we could not reach Khetri within the Jalsa (festival),
bought tickets at once for Jaipur. On our way we met Mr. Ratilal who informed
me that my wire was received and duly answered and that Mr. Viharidas was
expecting me. Now it is for you to judge, whose duty it has been so long to
deal even justice. What would or could I do in this connection? If I would have
got down, I could not have reached in time for the Khetri rejoicings; on the
other hand, my motives might be misinterpreted. But I know you and your
brother's love for me, and I knew also that I would have to go back to Bombay
in a few days on my way to Chicago. I thought that the best solution was to
postpone my visit till my return. As for my feeling affronted at not being
attended by your brothers, it is a new discovery of yours which I never even
dreamt of; or, God knows, perhaps, you have become a thought-reader. Jokes
apart, my dear Diwanji Saheb, I am the same frolicsome, mischievous but, I
assure you, innocent boy you found me at Junagad, and my love for your noble
self is the same or increased a hundredfold, because I have had a mental
comparison between yourself and the Diwans of nearly all the states in Dakshin,
and the Lord be my witness how my tongue was fluent in your praise (although I
know that my powers are quite inadequate to estimate your noble qualities) in
every Southern court. If this be not a sufficient explanation, I implore you to
pardon me as a father pardons a son, and let me not be haunted with the
impression that I was ever ungrateful to one who was so good to me.
Yours,
VIVEKANANDA.
PS. I depend on you to remove any misconception in the mind of your brother
about my not getting down and that, even had I been the very devil, I could not
forget their kindness and good offices for me.
As to the other two Swamis, they were my Gurubhais, who went
to you last at Junagad; of them one is our leader. I met them after three
years, and we came together as far as Abu and then I left them. If you wish, I
can take them back to Nadiad on my way to Bombay. May the Lord shower His
blessings on you and yours.
Yours,
V.