When we look at this vast world and at ourselves we find two groups of people on a broad-based classification. While the section of people that forms the majority remains content or busy trying to fend for themselves and engrossed with their little joys and sorrows, comforts and interests, there are others who try to carve out a niche for themselves. They are the people we stand up in long lines to vote for; whose art or music or acting we enjoy and watch; whose speeches or songs we listen to and whose poetry we read. They are the leaders in their respective fields: rich or famous or powerful or all at once. 

A successful man in whatever field he may be in—­­­­­­­­politics, arts, music, acting, scientific researches—is the most admired man today, the only criterion being how much money or popularity he has earned or how much influence he wields over the masses or how much power he enjoys. But there is a handful still, beyond these obvious two classes of the ordinary majority and extraordinary minority, and whose birth in this world is few and far between and often centuries apart from each other. They are characterized by their conspicuous and overwhelming obsession with the welfare and well-being of others, however queer it may sound. They are not without individual aspirations and ambition but even there, they so strikingly differ from the rest, the sole aim and interest of their lives being the interest of others. Through this website it is our humble endeavour to introduce you to one such man whose life and activity have been tuned by a single purpose— to wean man from the clutches of his own passions and lead him into a life of light and bliss. A man who never bothered about personal milestones despite being endowed with uncommon excellence in any and every field that he chose to tread.

From his very childhood this boy showed signs of his mysteriously uncanny abilities and tendencies. One day when he was very young his mother was about to visit a neighbour’s newborn baby. On knowing her intentions child Anukulchandra remarked that it was worthless seeing the baby as it was to die ere long. Though Manomohini Devi was shocked by this ominous utterance, the boy’s words came true as the child did not live more than 18 days. In another incident, an ascetic took shelter in the household of Sivachandra. One day, Manomohini Devi saw him offering Anukulchandra his own meal first and then taking the leftover himself. Shocked and furious at this sight she charged the ascetic of doing such harmful and unholy things to the child and asked him to get out immediately. The ascetic while going out said, “Mother today you are driving me out like this, but how many, I wonder, would you be able to drive away, when thousands will worship your son?”

One day a doctor of Ayurvedic order left some tablets made of the extracts of poisonous herbs to be used for medicinal purposes in the sun to dry. From somewhere the child came running and picked up a handful and chewed before sending them down into his stomach. The physician was horrified and utterly panicked as one single tablet was enough to take away a life. But the boy showed no symptom of any disorder or disturbance, nor did he fall ill even.

There was an elderly man named Hemchandra in this village who had a beautiful garden of which he was very fond. Anukulchandra would often ransack the garden and spoil Hemchandra’s dear flowers for which he would complain to the boy’s mother who will beat Anukulchandra mercilessly but with not much effect. One day Anukulchandra told him that taking such pains for this earthly garden was useless. He should better get ready for the garden in heaven. Not long after this, Hemchandra’s earthly gardening did indeed come to an abrupt end as he began his journey towards the garden beyond.

With deep inquisitive mind and a wonderful power of insightful observation that he possessed as inborn faculties, he could grasp things very easily and see the very roots of them. In those days the students of the village school had to carry among other things, pens and inkpots with them to school. While writing the pens had to be dipped again and again into the inkpot and writing continued. A boring and tiresome process no doubt. To get out of it Anukulchandra made a long hollow inside the country pen which he filled with ink that was to flow through the nib while writing. But no ink came out. After thinking a while he made a little hole and ink started flowing immediately and to control it's flow he put a pin near its mouth. Thus this little boy invented a fountain pen, sitting in a remote corner of a backward village and with no apparent training in science. He was gifted with a natural inquisitive and scientific bent of mind that would enquire deep into the cause of things. What he had, of course, was a deep insight into the matter of things and a profound common sense born of an indomitable urge to plunge into the cause of things, even at that tender age.

            Once while travelling in a steamer boat with his father he observed keenly the working of the engine of the boat. Coming back he made a small engine with tin that even started working though without being able to withstand the pressure the container gave way. He often thought why the trees and plants are different from each other. One day, he evulsed many a plant and examined the roots and came to the conclusion that the plants are different because of their seeds. Thus he reached the truth in different matters with his own intense observations and cogitations and developed an amazing common-sense.

Also gifted with an innate leadership quality even in his childhood he enjoyed an enviable command over the boys of his age, such was the strength and sweetness of his personality even at that age. Without being bullish he earned the loyalty and trust of his friends with love, sympathetic fellow-feeling, courage, sharp intelligence and superior mental faculties. He was one born to lead. Some of his friends would call him ‘Rajabhai’ (king brother) and one even used to address him as ‘Prabhu’ (lord).