Two months later Professor Howells, president of Serampore College, publicly announced that he had succeeded in raising sufficient funds to offer a four-year course. Serampore College became a branch affiliation of the University of Calcutta. I was one of the first students to enroll in Serampore as an A.B. candidate. “Guruji, how kind you are to me! I have been longing to leave Calcutta and be near you every day in Serampore. Professor Howells does not dream how much he owes to your silent help!” Sri Yukteswar gazed at me with mock severity. “Now you won’t have to spend so many hours on trains; what a lot of free time for your studies! Perhaps you will become less of a last-minute crammer and more of a scholar.” But somehow his tone lacked conviction. {FN17-1} In 1936 I heard from a friend that Sasi was still in excellent health. CHAPTER: 18 A MOHAMMEDAN WONDER-WORKER “Years ago, right in this very room you now occupy, a Mohammedan wonder-worker performed four miracles before me!” Sri Yukteswar made this surprising statement during his first visit to my new quarters. Immediately after entering Serampore College, I had taken a room in a near-by boardinghouse, called PANTHI. It was an old-fashioned brick mansion, fronting the Ganges. “Master, what a coincidence! Are these newly decorated walls really ancient with memories?” I looked around my simply furnished room with awakened interest. “It is a long story.” My guru smiled reminiscently. “The name of the FAKIR {FN18-1} was Afzal Khan. He had acquired his extraordinary powers through a chance encounter with a Hindu yogi. “‘Son, I am thirsty; fetch me some water.’ A dust-covered SANNYASI made this request of Afzal one day during his early boyhood in a small village of eastern Bengal. “‘Master, I am a Mohammedan. How could you, a Hindu, accept a drink from my hands?’ “‘Your truthfulness pleases me, my child. I do not observe the ostracizing rules of ungodly sectarianism. Go; bring me water quickly.’ “Afzal’s reverent obedience was rewarded by a loving glance from the yogi. “‘You possess good karma from former lives,’ he observed solemnly. ‘I am going to teach you a certain yoga method which will give you command over one of the invisible realms. The great powers that will be yours should be exercised for worthy ends; never employ them selfishly! I perceive, alas! that you have brought over from the past some seeds of destructive tendencies. Do not allow them to sprout by watering them with fresh evil actions. The complexity of your previous karma is such that you must use this life to reconcile your yogic accomplishments with the highest humanitarian goals.’ “After instructing the amazed boy in a complicated technique, the master vanished.