Volume 5 - Issue 06
By Mr. Maharaj Krishen Kaw
IAS (Indian Administrative Service) officers are also human beings. It is but natural that quite a few of them have been attracted to the Sai Avathar. Baba himself told me once that there was an intimate connection between him and the IAS. Many persons who are serving him are or have been in the IAS. Sri Chakravarthy, earlier Registrar, Sri Sathya Sai University and now Secretary of the Central Trust is one. Sri S.V. Giri, former Vice-chancellor of the University is another. Sri P. Sitapati, former PRO is a third. Baba says half in jest: "The same three letters form both SAI and IAS."
Before the devotees could realize what had happened, Baba had gone inside, the door closed and the car raced away towards Shimla.
We were all disappointed. My wife especially, as she was in the bhajan group a few yards away and had not even got a fleeting glimpse of the Avathar. When we reached home, another story unfolded itself. My police orderly had picked up Anurag (my one-year old son) in his arms and was standing by the roadside, when Swami's car stopped, Swami came out and placed His hand on the child's head to bless him.
That was the beginning of a series of miracles with special focus on this child. All along, one could sense the active interest Baba took in his welfare, education, health, marriage and so on, till this day. Anurag also has a special love for Swami and wherever he goes he is soon discovered as a natural leader of the local bhajan mandali.
My daughter Iti has many great qualities. The only defect she has is her temper. She gets irritated too quickly. Then the decibel count of her voice increases sharply, her tongue acquires pungency. Whenever she meets Baba, He tells her the same thing: "You are a very good girl. Control your temper." It has come to a situation where she has become highly sensitized to the weakness. And she tries. I am sure that one day she will overcome the weakness.
God Gives Concentration
Baba says: "Why meditate? Do your work. Only don't distinguish between work and workship. Don't say that this is my work and that is God's work. Take everything as God's work only. That is real meditation."
Baba gives much practical advice to each member of the family. When my mother once threatened to come and live in the Ashram, He said, "No need to come here, Amma. Your duty is to serve your husband. Do that." And she did it till the day my father died.
How The Divine Works!
I would like to narrate a few miraculous events, which took place in my own experience. One evening, I was at the Delhi airport, waiting for a flight to Hyderabad. The flight had been delayed and I had a few hours to kill. After walking up and down for some time, I thought I would request for Baba's help.
I sent an inward prayer to Swami, "Baba! Please create some drama. Let my waiting period be enlivened somehow." As I opened my eyes, I noticed a young man pushing a wheelchair, in which an old lady sat. He obviously had a problem. I saw him go from functionary to functionary, but no one seemed to be in a mood to help him. I decided to intervene. As he passed by, I called out, "Excuse me, Sir! Do you have any problem?" He was obviously relieved. He was from Bulgaria. His mother had cancer. He had brought her to India for treatment. He found that the pedestal of the wheelchair had broken loose. Without it, his mother could not keep her feet on a pedestal as the wheelchair moved. He wanted someone to repair the pedestal.
Where would I find a repairman in the airport departure lounge? The problem seemed insoluble. I decided to try the constable in-charge of security, who was x-raying the hand-baggage. 'No, Sir', he said, "There is no such facility of repairs available in the airport."
I was intrigued. He was going to Sai. "Who is he", I asked him, now enjoying the fun. "How did you come to know about Him?" He said he had friends who had been to India. They said that Christ had been reborn in India and He could heal incurable diseases. So he had started for India. Did he know where Baba lived? "No", he admitted, "But they said when you reach Hyderabad, someone will tell you."
I looked in my purse. A few months back, Baba had in an interview given me one of His materializations - a visiting card with His photograph and full address. It was a treasured possession, but did I need it? I decided to give the card to him. On the reverse, I wrote a letter to a friend, "If you are in Puttaparthi, do guide this gentleman."
A man standing next to me whipped out a railway time-table. "You will get a train for Puttaparthi at such and such time tomorrow afternoon," he volunteered and wrote out the details on a piece of paper for him. Another man asked, “Where are you staying?" "I have no place", the young man admitted. The man said he knew a good hotel, reasonably priced, located near the railway station. "And as I am passing that way, I can give you and your mother a lift up to the hotel."
Our flight was announced and left some minutes thereafter. Later, I learnt from my friend that the Bulgarian had been given an interview by Swami, and the mother's cancer was cured.
Further Life for Father
Let me now narrate the story of my father's illness in 1976, which really brought us into intimate contact with the Sai miracle for the first time. My father had jaundice which had been diagnosed as infective hepatitis and treated as such by very good physicians in Delhi. His doctor declared that he was cured and could travel to Dharamsala, where I was posted then as Deputy Commissioner.
Hardly a month had passed, when suddenly Papaji (affectionate name for father) developed high fever with severe rigor. His temperature shot up to 105 ° and he shivered so much we were frightened out of our wits. The local doctors first thought it was malaria, then viral fever, and finally, some unknown dreaded disease which they would not name. One day, Dr. Jha, the Chief Medical Officer took me aside and said, "I strongly advise you to remove your father to Delhi at once. After three days, you may not be in a position to shift him, even if you wish to."
One by one, all his systems collapsed and came back. Doctors said he might survive, but he would be an invalid all his life. Two months later, he was attending office! He lived a near-normal life, except for the usual symptoms of old age, for another 25 years.
My mother had promised herself that if Papaji came out of the ordeal alive, she would take him to Baba at Puttaparthi. What with one thing and another, the visit kept on getting postponed. In 1988, we finally went to Puttaparthi. As soon as Swami saw my mother, He exclaimed, "At last, you have come. For years you had the desire to bring father here. Now you have made it! How is he now?", thus confirming that it was indeed He who had answered my mother's prayers in 1976.
Bhagavan is today the focal point of our family. His portrait adorns every room. He is the central topic of our spiritual discussions. He is the resident of our hearts.
- Courtesy: ‘Sai Prem’, Mathrubhumi’s supplement in 2001
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