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第七十一章 I Receive My University Degree
“You ignore your textbook assignments in philosophy。I shall see to it that you dont pass this course。”
Professor D。C。Ghoshal of Serampore College was addressing me sternly。If I failed to pass his final written classroom test，I would be ineligible to take the conclusive examinations。These are formulated by the faculty of Calcutta University，which numbers Serampore College among its affliated branches。A student in Indian universities who is unsuccessful in one subject in the A。B。fnals must be examined anew in all his subjects the following year。I took an ingenious step to nullify Professor Ghoshal‘s threat to me of failure in philosophy。When the results of the fnal tests were about to be publicly announced，I asked a classmate to accompany me to the professor’s study。
“Come along；I want a witness，”I told my companion。
Professor Ghoshal shook his head after I had inquired what rating he had given my paper。“You are not among those who have passed，in any case，through non-appearance at the examination。”
I chuckled。“Sir，I was there。May I look through the stack myself？”
The professor，nonplused，gave his permission；I quickly found my paper，where I had carefully omitted any identifcation mark except my roll call number。Unwarned by the“red fag”of my name，the instructor had given a high rating to my answers even though they were unembellished by textbook quotations。
Seeing through my trick，he now thundered，“Sheer brazen luck！”He added hopefully，“You are sure to fail in the A。B。fnals。”
For the tests in my other subjects，I received some coaching，I staggered painfully but successfully-with the lowest possible passing marks-through all my fnal tests。Now，after four years of college，I was eligible to sit for the A。B。examinations。Nevertheless，I hardly expected to avail myself of the privilege。My almost daily visits to Sri Yukteswar had left me little time to enter the college halls。One night about eleven oclock，as I was putting on my shoes in preparation for the＆nbsp；ride to the boardinghouse，Master questioned me gravely。
“When do your A。B。examinations start？”
“Five days hence，sir。”
“I hope you are in readiness for them。”
“Sir，”I protested，“you know how my days have been passed with you rather than with the professors。How can I enact a farce by appearing for those diffcult fnals？”
Sri Yukteswars eyes were turned piercingly on mine。“Just promise me that you will be present for the examinations；answer them the best way you can。”
“I will appear if you wish it，”I said amidst sobs。“But no time remains for proper preparation。”
When I entered the hermitage the following day at my usual hour，I presented my bouquet with a certain mournful solemnity。
“Mukunda，has the Lord ever failed you，at an examination or elsewhere？”
“No，sir。”
After a silence，he quoted，“Seek ye frst the kingdom of God，and His righteousness；and all these things shall be added unto you。”
For the thousandth time，I felt my burdens lifted in Masters presence。When we had fnished our early lunch，he suggested that I return to the Panthi。
“Does your friend，Romesh Chandra Dutt，still live in your boardinghouse？”
“Yes，sir。”
“Get in touch with him；the Lord will inspire him to help you。”
“But Romesh is unusually busy。He carries a heavier course than the others。”
Master waved aside my objections。“Romesh will find time for you。Now go。”I bicycled back to the Panthi。Romesh obligingly agreed to my diffdent request。
“I believe many questions in English literature will be centered in the route of Childe Harold，”he told me。“We must get an atlas at once。”
I hastened to the home of my Uncle Sarada and borrowed an atlas。Romesh marked the European map at the places visited by Byrons romantic traveler。
When I sat for the examination in English literature the following day，my frst glance at the questions caused tears of gratitude to pour forth，wetting my paper。The very questions dictated to me by Romesh are here on the examination sheet！
During the week of the examinations，I spent many hours with Romesh，who formulated questions that he thought were likely to be set by the professors。Day by day，Romeshs questions appeared in almost the same form on the examination sheets。
Thinking over the examination in English literature，I realized one morning that I had made a serious error。One section of the questions had been divided into two parts of A or B，and C or D。Instead of answering one question from each part，I had carelessly answered both questions in Group I，and had failed to consider anything in Group II。The best mark I could score in that paper would be 3，three less than the passing mark of 36.I rushed to Master and poured out my troubles。
“Sir，I have made an unpardonable blunder。I dont deserve the divine blessings through Romesh；I am quite unworthy。”
“Cheer up，Mukunda。”Sri Yukteswars tones were light and unconcerned。
As I reached the Panthi，I overheard a classmates remark：“I have just learned that this year，for the first time，the required passing mark in English literature has been lowered。”
I entered the boys room with such speed that he looked up in alarm。I questioned him eagerly。
“Long-haired monk，”he said laughingly，“why this sudden interest in scholastic matters？Why cry in the eleventh hour？But it is true that the passing mark has just been lowered to 33 points。”
A few joyous leaps took me into my own room，where I sank to my knees and praised the mathematical perfections of my Divine Father。
I had not felt inclined to question Romesh about my course in philosophy。Trusting my long training under Sri Yukteswar，I safely disregarded the textbook explanations。The highest mark given to any of my papers was the one in philosophy。My score in all other subjects was just barely within the passing mark。
On the day I received my degree from Calcutta University，I knelt at my gurus feet and thanked him for all the blessings fowing from his life into mine。
Professor D。C。Ghoshal of Serampore College was addressing me sternly。If I failed to pass his final written classroom test，I would be ineligible to take the conclusive examinations。These are formulated by the faculty of Calcutta University，which numbers Serampore College among its affliated branches。A student in Indian universities who is unsuccessful in one subject in the A。B。fnals must be examined anew in all his subjects the following year。I took an ingenious step to nullify Professor Ghoshal‘s threat to me of failure in philosophy。When the results of the fnal tests were about to be publicly announced，I asked a classmate to accompany me to the professor’s study。
“Come along；I want a witness，”I told my companion。
Professor Ghoshal shook his head after I had inquired what rating he had given my paper。“You are not among those who have passed，in any case，through non-appearance at the examination。”
I chuckled。“Sir，I was there。May I look through the stack myself？”
The professor，nonplused，gave his permission；I quickly found my paper，where I had carefully omitted any identifcation mark except my roll call number。Unwarned by the“red fag”of my name，the instructor had given a high rating to my answers even though they were unembellished by textbook quotations。
Seeing through my trick，he now thundered，“Sheer brazen luck！”He added hopefully，“You are sure to fail in the A。B。fnals。”
For the tests in my other subjects，I received some coaching，I staggered painfully but successfully-with the lowest possible passing marks-through all my fnal tests。Now，after four years of college，I was eligible to sit for the A。B。examinations。Nevertheless，I hardly expected to avail myself of the privilege。My almost daily visits to Sri Yukteswar had left me little time to enter the college halls。One night about eleven oclock，as I was putting on my shoes in preparation for the＆nbsp；ride to the boardinghouse，Master questioned me gravely。
“When do your A。B。examinations start？”
“Five days hence，sir。”
“I hope you are in readiness for them。”
“Sir，”I protested，“you know how my days have been passed with you rather than with the professors。How can I enact a farce by appearing for those diffcult fnals？”
Sri Yukteswars eyes were turned piercingly on mine。“Just promise me that you will be present for the examinations；answer them the best way you can。”
“I will appear if you wish it，”I said amidst sobs。“But no time remains for proper preparation。”
When I entered the hermitage the following day at my usual hour，I presented my bouquet with a certain mournful solemnity。
“Mukunda，has the Lord ever failed you，at an examination or elsewhere？”
“No，sir。”
After a silence，he quoted，“Seek ye frst the kingdom of God，and His righteousness；and all these things shall be added unto you。”
For the thousandth time，I felt my burdens lifted in Masters presence。When we had fnished our early lunch，he suggested that I return to the Panthi。
“Does your friend，Romesh Chandra Dutt，still live in your boardinghouse？”
“Yes，sir。”
“Get in touch with him；the Lord will inspire him to help you。”
“But Romesh is unusually busy。He carries a heavier course than the others。”
Master waved aside my objections。“Romesh will find time for you。Now go。”I bicycled back to the Panthi。Romesh obligingly agreed to my diffdent request。
“I believe many questions in English literature will be centered in the route of Childe Harold，”he told me。“We must get an atlas at once。”
I hastened to the home of my Uncle Sarada and borrowed an atlas。Romesh marked the European map at the places visited by Byrons romantic traveler。
When I sat for the examination in English literature the following day，my frst glance at the questions caused tears of gratitude to pour forth，wetting my paper。The very questions dictated to me by Romesh are here on the examination sheet！
During the week of the examinations，I spent many hours with Romesh，who formulated questions that he thought were likely to be set by the professors。Day by day，Romeshs questions appeared in almost the same form on the examination sheets。
Thinking over the examination in English literature，I realized one morning that I had made a serious error。One section of the questions had been divided into two parts of A or B，and C or D。Instead of answering one question from each part，I had carelessly answered both questions in Group I，and had failed to consider anything in Group II。The best mark I could score in that paper would be 3，three less than the passing mark of 36.I rushed to Master and poured out my troubles。
“Sir，I have made an unpardonable blunder。I dont deserve the divine blessings through Romesh；I am quite unworthy。”
“Cheer up，Mukunda。”Sri Yukteswars tones were light and unconcerned。
As I reached the Panthi，I overheard a classmates remark：“I have just learned that this year，for the first time，the required passing mark in English literature has been lowered。”
I entered the boys room with such speed that he looked up in alarm。I questioned him eagerly。
“Long-haired monk，”he said laughingly，“why this sudden interest in scholastic matters？Why cry in the eleventh hour？But it is true that the passing mark has just been lowered to 33 points。”
A few joyous leaps took me into my own room，where I sank to my knees and praised the mathematical perfections of my Divine Father。
I had not felt inclined to question Romesh about my course in philosophy。Trusting my long training under Sri Yukteswar，I safely disregarded the textbook explanations。The highest mark given to any of my papers was the one in philosophy。My score in all other subjects was just barely within the passing mark。
On the day I received my degree from Calcutta University，I knelt at my gurus feet and thanked him for all the blessings fowing from his life into mine。
