I stood for a moment by a temple, silently criticizing a small group of men with drum and cymbals who were violently reciting a chant.
" How undevotionally they use the Lord's divine name in mechanical repetition", I reflected. Suddenly I was astonished to see Master Mahasaya rapidly approach me.
"Sir how come you here?"
The saint ignoring my question, answered my thought. " Isn't it true, little sir, that the Beloved's name sounds sweet from all lips , ignorant or wise?" He passed his arm around me affectionately; I found myself carried on his magic carpet to the Merciful Presence.