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this, Guruji gulped down the medicine. Mangal Prasad was a
cook, yet he was part of this Hindu society too, he was a son of
Mother India. ‘He is my brother’, these types of sentiments were
always displayed by Guruji in his behaviour.

“Every Hindu of the Hindu society is my brother. Every
suffering of his is mine. Every sorrow of his is mine,” Guruji
had such feelings in his heart all the time. He never
distinguished between a Swayamsevak and an ordinary
individual, when he was in trouble. He felt the same way
whether it was a coolie carrying luggage at the railway station,
or a mill worker, his heart always melted at seeing his pitiable
condition. On his way to home in Nagpur, there was an old
beggar who daily laid himself on the street. Guruji had noticed
him too. One day, when Guruji was returning, he saw that the
old beggar was not there. He enquired of him from the
neighbouring people, and he was told that he had died just two
days ago.

Listening to this news, Guruji grew sorrowful. The face of
the old beggar was appearing on his psyche repeatedly. In a
meeting of the Prant Pracharaks some time after this incident,
he even mentioned it painfully. The pain that Guruji felt was
that there was no one to look after that beggar in that advanced
stage of life. There was no one to put a drop of water or two in
his mouth; there was no hand to provide succour to him in his
dying moment. There ought to be scores of such unfortunate
people in such a large Hindu society. Who was there to wipe
their tears?

The Param Pujya Guruji took all care to shape the
Swayamsevaks’ lives and groom their personalities. This
sentiment has kept expressing itself in his life. The mother of
the Param Pujya Guruji says: “When Madhu was in the fourth
standard, there was a poem in the syllabus ‘Kevdhe Krorya hai’
(How terrible cruelty this is), that of a bird, in which a hunter
shoots down a bird. It is wounded, it tries to fly away, but falls
down every time. This scene has been delineated in it in a heart-
moving style, reading which Madhu’s eyes streamed down. His
inner-self was very delicate.”