A Heart to Heart Note
None can destroy or disturb your experience
For all of us – His children, these are testing times. Swami took leave with a final namaskar. Electronic and print media have all sorts of discussions and debates with multiple colourings and shades. For us His children these do not matter. We go by our experience – as, for instance, the one narrated below.
Here is how He had entered our lives
His entry into our lives was as much a miracle as any others attributed to Him and experienced by His countless devotees.
It all started at Jamshedpur. During August 1963 through July 1967 I was working at the Tata Iron and Steel Company. My family and I were living in a company flat. In addition to my wife, the family comprised my parents, grand mother and a dependent uncle. My wife was expecting with the estimated delivery date put at around July 20, 1966.
Though aged 62 then, father was quite healthy and active and was employed at Jamshedpur by a small local company to look after their accounts. The company bosses asked father to join on a trip to Durgapur on July 10 with the promise of returning back to Jamshedpur by about the 15th in time for the expected delivery of the grandchild.
Despite the confidence of the attending gynaecologist that delivery will not be before the 20th, my wife delivered a healthy girl child on the 14th. We were a bit unhappy that my father was not present at the time of delivery, but our consolation was that he would arrive the next day, 15th.
The weather was relatively cool due to rains that have been continuing for a couple of days. When father did not show up on 15th, it was surmised that the whole party on tour must have been held up either due to work or rains. By 16th, Bihar was in serious floods, with disruptions of rail and phone lines. It was reported that at several places road and rail bridges were washed out.
All of us at home were concerned about the safety of father. The joy of the arrival of the beautiful child has been almost wholly erased by worry and anxiety. The situation at home by the evening of 16th July 1966 was one of nervousness and fear of what news might come at any minute from some source or the other. July 17th saw the intensification of the crisis, with the Jamshedpur office of the company where father was working refusing to provide any information about the safety of my father or his current whereabouts.
On 18th when I went to the office, it was for me one more day of deep agony and sorrow. I shivered every time the phone rang worried about the prospect of some bad news coming on the wires. That afternoon, an ardent devotee of Sri Sathya Sai Baba came along to my office and left behind a copy of the Telugu edition of Volume 1 of Baba’s biography with the title “Sathyam, Sivam Sundaram”. The devotee requested me to read the book at my own time and return it. I was in such an awful mental frame that the last thing I desired was to read some book. Still almost mechanically I kept the book in my brief case and brought it home in the evening.
As I entered the apartment in the evening, mother and grandmother asked me about news regarding father’s safety. I was in fact hoping that they would tell me some good news. None at home say it openly, but each of us had the fear about the worst happening to father, especially because the party was traveling by car throughout and the weather was truly against such travel.
The gloom in the hearts and around home was unbearable. Not knowing what to do, I quickly finished the evening bath and began reading ‘Sathyam, Sivam Sundaram (volume one)’ rather reluctantly. It was slow reading, covering the birth and early childhood details of Baba. A quarter of the book was completed by dinner time.
The reading continued after dinner and by 2200 on the night of 18th, I realized that each and every miraculous act described in the book was leading to profuse tears from my eyes. Consider this. A devotee who had immense faith in Baba accidentally falls into a deep well, and soon finds himself lifted up by some unseen force and brought out. After the incident when the devotee pays a visit to Puttaparthi, Baba comes to him and says something to the following effect: “You were so heavy. I had to take extra care to lift you up on my shoulders and bring you out of the well.” The book was full of such incredible miracles which He calls casually as His visiting cards and introduction to His abode.
Each miracle I read, and I cry profusely for reasons I can hardly fathom. How come He whom I have never seen has such a profound effect? Am I really reading about a divine force – an avatar of the Supreme Being as described in the Bhagavata?
I had no clue what came upon me. I started telling mentally: “Baba, you have done so many miracles, saved many from all sorts of calamities and blessed numerous people in many ways. Who could You be? God? If You are indeed God, please bring my father safely by the time I complete this book. If that were to happen I shall believe in your Divinity and You will be my own God from now on. If not I shall throw the book out and reimburse the devotee who has given the book.
Having taken the resolve, I started reading the book. I was reading, with tears rolling down profusely and every page confirming that I am reading about none other than the Supreme Being.
It was very close to mid-night. Suddenly, the doorbell rang.** I called my mother and told her to open the door for father. I was so sure it was him. I continued reading the last page of the divine biography. Mother opened the door and found it was indeed father. We were all thrilled. Father travelled on various transport modes, and somehow made it to home precisely at the designated time – a few seconds before completing the reading of the book, which introduced me to Baba.
Again I was in tears, this time out of gratitude. The wow this time was that I shall never forget the Supreme Being in the form of Baba, who has come to my rescue just like He has saved the mighty elephant caught by the crocodile, ages ago.
I went to a few picture shops in Jamshedpur and in one found a black and white picture of Baba. The picture was placed in the prayer room.
His divinity is revealed only to some
The loving link between my family and Swami, which began in 1966, grew stronger by each passing month and year. Over four and half decades He granted many experiences. They stand by us at all times and keep our minds free from distractions – distractions for us, but work that is worship for those truth finding media missionaries.
Devotees do not debate; they do not get entangled in endless discussions on the Truth they know. If someone wishes to know, they are ready to share their experiences – not to publicize their divinity but to share the Supreme Love that had granted the experiences.
In the full view of an auditorium in late 1990s, He told me “all countries are God’s countries; all work is God’s work.” What then is there to debate!
** The episode had been published in the October 1985 issues of Sanathana Saradhi in English and Telugu.