Raychandbhai's commercial transactions covered hundreds of thousands. He was a
connoisseur of pearls and diamonds. No knotty business problem was too difficult
for him. But all these things were not the centre round which his life revolved.
That centre was the passion to see God face to face. Amongst the things on his
business table there were invariably to be found some religious book and his
diary. The moment he finished his business he opened the religious book or the
diary. Much of his published writings are a reproduction from his diary. The man
who immediately on finishing his talk about weighty business transactions, began
to write about the hidden things of the spirit could evidently not be a
businessman at all but a real seeker after Truth. And I saw him thus absorbed in
godly pursuits in the midst of business, not once or twice but very often. I
never saw him lose his state of equipoise. There was no business or other
selfish tie that bound him to me and yet I enjoyed the closest association with
him. I was but a briefless barrister then, and yet whenever I saw him he would
engage me in conversation of a seriously religious nature. Though I was then
groping and could not be said to have any serious interest in religious
discussion, still I found his talk of absorbing interest. I have since met many
a religious leader or teacher. I have tried to meet the heads of various faiths,
and I must say that no one else has ever made on me the impression that
Raychandbhai did. His words went straight home to me. His intellect compelled as
great a regard from me as his moral earnestness, and deep down in me was the
conviction that he would never willingly lead me astray and would always confide
to me his innermost thoughts. In my moments of spiritual crisis, therefore, he
was my refuge.
And yet in spite of this regard for him I could not enthrone him in my heart as my Guru. The throne has remained vacant and my search still continues.
Three moderns have left a deep impression on my life, and captivated me: Raychandbhai by his living contact; Tolstoy by his book, The Kingdom of God Is Within You; and Ruskin by his Unto This Last.
Autobiography, 1948, pp. 112-14