In a far away land called America
'In America, his attire drew the attention of many a passerby. On multiple occasions, he was pushed around and his turban pulled. Every time he retorted back, gently yet firmly.
There were many distressing incidents such as the one when a hostile mob threw things at him. Later, Vivekananda wrote to a friend "A hundred times I had a mind to go… back to India” “But…I must stick to my guns life or death".
The day before the parliament, Swami Vivekananda arrived by a train to Chicago. Much to his dismay, he realized that he had lost the address of the Office of the Committee. It was a shivering night and he knew nobody there. He slept in one of the railway freight boxes like a homeless man, without food or even a blanket. The next day, he was to shake America with his address to the Parliament of World Religions.'
There were many distressing incidents such as the one when a hostile mob threw things at him. Later, Vivekananda wrote to a friend "A hundred times I had a mind to go… back to India” “But…I must stick to my guns life or death".
The day before the parliament, Swami Vivekananda arrived by a train to Chicago. Much to his dismay, he realized that he had lost the address of the Office of the Committee. It was a shivering night and he knew nobody there. He slept in one of the railway freight boxes like a homeless man, without food or even a blanket. The next day, he was to shake America with his address to the Parliament of World Religions.'