Yogrishi Vishvketu grew up in a simple farmhouse in the sugar cane fields – a quiet and contemplative child from the beginning. At six, his mother tells us, he ran away from home, making a beeline to a Shiva temple where his uncle Mahavir Swami was performing austere Tapasya. When he arrived, 15 kilometres away from his home, Vishva-ji told his uncle that he wanted to wear the orange clothes of a Swami. “You’re too young yet,” he was told. He was given one rupee and some sweets, and brought back to his parents. But, Mahavir Swami did teach him to do likt japa (repeated writing of mantras) ‘Ram Ram’. His mother soon discovered, to her dismay, a mountain of notebooks all filled only with the mantra ‘Ram’. When Vishva-ji came to know that his maternal uncle, Yogiraj, was running a gurukul in Kanvashram in the jungle, he began to pester his parents, asking to go to the gurukul. At the age of 8, his mother, Sureshvati, made him a challenge, “If you can keep your clothes clean and neat in a box, and wash and fold them yourself for one month, I will send you to the gurukul”. And so, shortly thereafter he was enrolled.