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Narendranath Datta was born in Kolkata in 1863 to a lawyer's family — an athlete, singer and razor-sharp student steeped in Western philosophy, who joined the reformist Brahmo Samaj and made a habit of asking every religious figure he met one impolite question: "Have you seen God?" The answers embarrassed everyone until 1881, when a professor's remark sent him to a temple priest at Dakshineswar. Ramakrishna's reply — yes, as clearly as I see you — began a five-year apprenticeship in which the young rationalist tested the saint relentlessly (once hiding a coin under his mattress to see if the renunciate's body would really recoil — it did) and was tested in return. His scepticism was not defeated; it was satisfied — by direct experience the master progressively opened to him. When Ramakrishna died in 1886, Narendra gathered the young disciples into a makeshift monastery at Baranagar, took final vows, and then vanished into India: five years as an unknown wandering monk, sleeping in palaces and gutters, until at the subcontinent's last rock at Kanyakumari he swam out, sat the night, and resolved that his sannyasa would be spent not on his own liberation but on the raising of the people.

Funded partly by the Raja of Khetri and the pooled paise of Madras students, the monk — now Vivekananda, "the bliss of discernment" — reached Chicago for the World's Parliament of Religions, nearly destitute and, days before, without credentials until Harvard's Professor J. H. Wright vouched for him ("to ask you for credentials is like asking the sun its right to shine"). On 11 September 1893 he rose and began: "Sisters and brothers of America" — and the hall of thousands stood and applauded the salutation itself. The short speech that followed introduced the West to Vedanta's boldest claims: that all religions are true paths to one Godhead, that the Vedas teach the divinity of every soul, and — quoting the Gita — that all paths, in the end, lead to Him. Overnight he became the Parliament's sensation. Four years of Western work followed — lectures gathered into Karma Yoga, Raja Yoga, Bhakti Yoga and Jnana Yoga, and Vedanta Societies planted in New York and London — the first time in centuries India had exported her philosophy in person, standing up, in English, unapologetic.

Vivekananda returned to India in 1897 to a hero's welcome and immediately spent it: founding the Ramakrishna Mission with a monastic rule that scandalised orthodoxy — monks would run hospitals, schools, famine relief. His warrant was his master's phrase, shiva jnane jiva seva: to serve man knowing him to be God. "Where should you go to seek God," he demanded, "— are not all the poor, the miserable, the weak, gods?" — and he coined the word for the God he taught his nation to worship first: daridra-narayana, the Lord in the poor. To the young he preached strength as a spiritual category — "strength is life, weakness is death"; each nation, he said, has a message, and India's is spirituality, but it would be delivered by men and women with iron muscles and nerves of steel. He built Belur Math on the Ganga as the Mission's heart, seeded centres across two continents, and burned out on schedule: he had predicted he would not see forty, and died in meditation at Belur on 4 July 1902, aged thirty-nine. His birthday is India's National Youth Day; his Mission's hospitals and schools still treat the patient as the deity; and his Chicago opening line remains the most famous sentence modern Hinduism has spoken.