In plain words
After him he became director. I stayed there a month. Here they had called all the young men for jobs. Poor things, sweat was pouring off every one of them. They were trembling. Because all the big men were there. They were like lions. They went in like little kid goats, afraid they might be swallowed whole. I sat on the verandah. I was watching them all go in a line. They were frightened, poor fellows. They hoped for a job. In the interview, fear. Only by being so frightened do they get a job. Some went in with crestfallen faces. There was no blood in their faces. They all went away in hopelessness and despair. There was a poor boy. He had worked hard and passed his M.Sc. To see his dress, poor fellow, was a pity. He went. Before he went I told him. I told him, "Do well, go in boldly." He went. By the time he got there, poor fellow, he was shaking all over. He saw them all. In the faces of scientists there is no blood. Because the spiritual juice of divinity is not there. It is all material life, poor things. They sit in a dark lab. That is their world. They know no other world. They do research but they do not reflect. When he saw them all, poor boy, he was terrified. They have little Prema and compassion. Cruel mind, plenty. Not our professors. I am speaking in general. They are people who came to us after making sacrifices. They have that devotion and faith, bless them. Sir C. V. Raman spoke; "No no, useless, go," he said. So the boy came away, frightened. Down below there was a clerk. He pays the travel charges both ways to those who came for the interview. There was nothing for lodging or boarding. Poor fellow, he took that note. He left. He went some way and looked at it. Very little. In it two rupees too many had come. I knew it. I told the boy to stay right there. I said, "How much did it cost you?" He said, "It came to eight rupees." I said, "How much did they give you?" He said, "They gave me ten rupees." I said, "Two rupees extra have come. Give that back to them." "Yes, yes, very good. I will certainly give it back," he said, and stood waiting beside a pillar. The interviews were all over. They came down for tea or coffee. C. V. Raman came first. He wore a turban and looked fine. From talking in the interviews his head had grown heavy. As soon as he came down he saw this boy. "Why are you staying here? Get out," he said. He said, "Sir, they gave me two rupees extra for the charges." At once his heart changed. He patted him on the back. "Where have you come from? How much did the charge come to?" he said. "I came from Tumkur. Four rupees to go and four rupees to come.