Prabhupāda: Dr. Bose, Kartik Chandra Bose, his father was a go-down clerk in a tanner (indistinct Bengali?). So in go-down, dāl go-down, dāl was falling down from the bag. Dr. Bose, Kartik Chandra Bose, he was boy, he was taking the dāl and trying to push within the hole. So his father's name was Prasana(?) Bose. His master was a European. He said, "Oh, this boy will be very big man, your son." So he had no idea how to save it, but he was trying to. Dr. Bose personally told me that "I was trying to push the dāl through the hole within the bag." That is not possible, but he did not want to see . . .
Tamāla Kṛṣṇa: Waste.
Prabhupāda: Why things should be wasted? Immediately that Mr. Morrison said to Prasana Bose, "Your this child will be . . ." So I had the same tendency. Dr. Bose liked me very much. He found me a prototype boy.
Tamāla Kṛṣṇa: More than his own sons.
Prabhupāda: Of course, own son is own son, but he liked me very much. He selected.
Tamāla Kṛṣṇa: Above other more qual . . . more senior men.
Prabhupāda: Yes. Yes, selected me. "Someday I shall appoint him manager."
Tamāla Kṛṣṇa: The other people working there couldn't understand that so easily.
Prabhupāda: Three, four men liked me very, very much. One is my father, one is Dr. Bose, Kartik Chandra, one my Guru Mahārāja, and . . . who else? One, my maternal uncle, Rakal Chandradhi. He was a very rich man.
Tamāla Kṛṣṇa: What was his name?
Prabhupāda: Rakal Chandradhar. He has got a street. He liked me. He's the only one to take care of his son by marriage(?).
Tamāla Kṛṣṇa: Your mother's brother.
Prabhupāda: Not real, but cousin.
Tamāla Kṛṣṇa: Your mother's cousin.
Prabhupāda: My mother is the brother's daughter, and he was the sister daughter. Just like our this nephew. First cousin.
Tamāla Kṛṣṇa: Yes, first . . . That's a close relationship.
Prabhupāda: Yes. So he treated . . . Although my mother was first cousin, he treated my mother as younger sister. In that way he liked my father also, myself. That gentleman, and one Dr. Kartik Chandra Bose, and two—one, my own father and my Guru Mahārāja. I knew it. He liked me. He liked me from the very heart. Guru Mahārāja liked me. I know. Yes. By his blessing it is everything has happened. Because I was not worth. What did I . . .? I do not know why he liked. I was not worth. There were so many disciples. And still, he liked me.