
By Madhavananda Das
At about 6:46 pm yesterday evening, this world became a darker place. Pujyapad Fakir Mohan Maharaja left this world, surrounded by devotees chanting Hare Krishna and crying. His departure was extremely auspicious: He had a prasada Tulasi leaf on his mouth, the Govardhan Sila given to him by his Gurudeva was on his forehead, on his chest was a prasada chadar from the ancient deity of Tota-Gopinath, there was a plate full of Salagram Silas by his head. Also on his chest was a silk rope that had been used to tie Lord Jagannath to his Ratha-yatra cart in Puri. There was also a Jagannath prasada Gita Govinda Khandua on his chest, the cloth with verses written on it from Jayadev Goswami’s Gita Govinda.
When we arrived yesterday at about 11 am to the Apollo hospital in Bhubaneswar, he was in the ICU intensive care unit. At that time the doctors would not allow even one of us to enter and softly chant japa standing near him. I told the head doctor, “Look, we are vaishnavas. We love this sadhu, but we want to chant with him. That is what he would want. If there is no hope and he is going to leave his body then please let us take him somewhere, where we can chant for him.”
He said, “Well, there is a small hope that he may make it. As long as that is there I want to keep him here in the ICU.” An hour later his organs started failing. He was bleeding so badly internally that he was given 21 litres of blood in 16 hours. His stomach and whole body were swelling up with the internal bleeding, which they were draining in several places. Finally, the blood became too much strain on his kidneys and the dialysis machine was no longer helping him. His blood pressure started going down, and he was leaving.
It was around that time â that one by one â somehow, all 18 of us found our way to his bed in the ICU.
At that time we started doing kirtana â and what a kirtana! We didn’t give a damn for their rules or for what anyone thought. We started singing Fakir Mohan Prabhu’s favorite song of Bhaktivinode, “Jaya Radha Madhava”, in the tune he used to hauntingly sing. We sang together for over an hour, while the nurses and doctors began to gather nearby watching and listening to us. Everyone in our group was crying and singing Hare Krishna mantra in a very piteous way. The doctors came a few times and gently asked us to sing more quietly, which we immediately did, but they didn’t ask us to stop and they didn’t kick us out, rather little by little they all gathered to watch and hear.
It was clear that they could understand this was a very special person and a very special occasion.
Somehow, by the mercy of our dear godbrother Purushottam Tirtha Prabhu and other kind devotees, I got to stand by Fakir Mohan Prabhu’s head for a couple of hours, singing Hare Krishna into his ear. I was still standing there and singing at about 6:46 PM yesterday, on Friday the 18th, when his vitals gradually stopped, his heartbeat became a steady line on the screen, and the terrible realisation began to set in on all of us that we were no longer going to have his physical association.
He had left.
This morning we prepared his body, giving him a bath in Radha-kund and Lalita Kund waters, shaving his head, putting tilak, and dhoti on him, while devotees chanted and cried outside the room. We then took him to the ISKCON Krishna Balaram temple in Bhubaneswar for more kirtan, while all the devotees came, circumambulated his body and offered their last respects. We then went to Jagannath Puri where 50 or so devotees gathered doing kirtan and putting garlands on his body, before we burned his mortal remains and said our goodbyes. Following that all the devotees came to our ashram for more kirtan and Jagannath prasada.
Thank you Fakir Mohan Prabhu for all of your friendship, unlimited encouragement, encyclopedic knowledge, mega enthusiastic classes, oceanic devotion, fierce chastisement, and your one-pointed focus on the Holy Name! Thank you for letting me be with you when you left this world! Thank you, thank you, thank you for all of your inspiration and guidance!
This rascal, unworthy object of your affection,
Madhavananda Das

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