Sri Sanjay Sahani, a former Sai student, was earlier the warden of Sri
Sathya Sai Boys’ Hostel in Prasanthi Nilayam, and is currently the Principal of
the Brindavan Campus of Sri Sathya Sai University in Bangalore. His story
follows:
“You must have not only freedom from fear, but freedom from hope and
expectation. Trust in My Wisdom. I do not make mistakes. Love My uncertainty,
for it is not a mistake. It is My intent and Will. Remember nothing happens
without My Will. Be still. Do not ask to understand. Do not want to understand.
Relinquish the imperative that demands understanding.”
- Bhagawan Baba, Sanathana Sarathi, August, 1984
One Last Darshan – The Predicament…
“When are your examinations ending?” enquired Bhagavan, not once, twice,
but thrice over a span of a couple of weeks. Each time I replied, “Thirtieth
May, Swami.”
It was the summer of 1983. We were at that time completing our first year
of the five-year integrated programme, launched by the newly born Sri Sathya
Sai Institute of Higher Learning (which was renamed recently to Sri Sathya Sai
University ).
The mind refused to explore the purport of the repeated questioning as
the heart was immersed in the bliss of sambhasanam (divine conversation).
Swami left Puttaparthi for Brindavan on May 8, and we got busy with the
University examinations, which commenced the next day. As the days passed, I
felt that it would be highly inappropriate to leave for my native town without
seeking Bhagavan’s permission and blessings, especially after He had so
lovingly enquired about the date of the last examination. Thus, it happened
that on May 30 with a few of my classmates and the grandmother of one of the
students, we boarded the bus for Bangalore and checked into a hotel late in the
evening.
The next day we reached Brindavan and waited for our beloved Lord in the
Kalyan Mandapam. Bhagavan’s residential bungalow had been demolished and
‘Trayee Brindavan’ was under construction. Bhagavan had made Devi Nivas, the
house of the Rajmata of Nawanagar (which lies between the ashram and the
college), His temporary residence. He would come every day in a car from there;
give Darshan to devotees in the Sai Ram shed and then sit with the students and
the teachers in the Kalyan Mandapam. As it was vacation time, we appeared to be
the only students around and were dreaming of the golden opportunity that
awaited us. However, after Darshan Bhagavan moved over to inspect the
construction site and thereafter got into the car and returned to Devi Nivas.
The disappointment in our group of eight students was palpable for we had
railway bookings for that day’s departure and our purpose of visiting Brindavan
seemed to have been defeated with this turn of events.
A drowning man is willing to clutch even a straw. One of our teachers
suggested that we go to Devi Nivas and try our luck. We rushed there but the
gates were closed. Bhagavan was inside and we were outside.
Suddenly, a familiar face appeared on the scene. He was one of Bhagavan’s
car drivers. We recognized each other and he offered to take inside our
letters, if there were any. We handed him all the letters for Bhagavan except
one, which was with me. Just before leaving Puttaparthi, a senior brother had
come to me and cautioning me that it was an important letter, requested that it
be handed over to Bhagavan personally. I enquired with him whether I could
deliver it through somebody else, in case I did not get the chance to do so
myself. The boy was reluctant and said that in such a case I could return his
letter after the vacations.
Some time later the warden of Brindavan boys’ hostel came out in his car
and we met him at the gate. We explained to him our predicament and he
suggested that we write to Bhagavan a letter, which he would then take inside
after a few minutes on his return. Thus, we sat and wrote this joint letter to
our Lord:
Dearest Lord,
We are your children from Puttaparthi, enroute to our native towns. We
pray for your Darshan and blessings before our departure.
Yours,
All eight of us signed the above letter. Within a few minutes the warden
returned and took the letter inside. A few anxious moments passed. Then we saw
someone waving to us from the portico of the building. The gates of heaven
opened. We threw our chappals nearby and rushed in. As we were climbing the
steps of the portico, the door opened and out walked Bhagavan with His charming
smile.
“If you need Me, you deserve Me!” He said.
Oh, the bliss of that moment! From the depths of despair we were
transported to the heights of ecstasy. Bhagavan had already retired and for the
sake of just a handful of students had come out once again. Even at that moment
we did not fail to recognize the fortune that was ours. My hands were trembling
when I held out my senior brother’s letter. “Haath me dene ko bola naa. Haath
me dene ko bola” (He asked you to give this to Me in My hands only, isn’t it?),
observed Bhagavan knowingly. My hair stood on end and a delightful current of
thrill passed through my entire frame hearing His words. We were face to face
with our God, the Omniscient Lord, the Eternal witness of the entire Cosmic
play, but the very next moment we got deluded again. Bhagavan lovingly enquired
about our native towns and we foolishly began to inform the All Knowing One.
His awesome Omniscience was subsumed in the sweetness of His intimacy.
He distributed vibhuti prasadam to all of us. A student prayed for
prasadam for parents and we had a second round of prasadam distribution.
Another boy informed Swami that his grandmother was also accompanying us. “Take
her in a helicopter.” Bhagavan’s response again revealed His Omniscience for
she had been grumbling the previous evening about all the difficulties we had
in securing hotel accommodation for the night.
As Bhagavan turned to go inside, one of the boys, (who had to leave by
1.00 p.m. that afternoon) shouted, unable to contain his joy, “Sairam, Swami.”
“Sairam”, responded Bhagavan and blessed us with His ‘abhaya hasta’. We were in
raptures over His unexpected greeting and with it He sealed for all of us a
cherished memory of a lifetime.
The poet William Blake once said,
To see the world in a grain of sand and heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand and eternity in an hour.
The Vedas describe the Lord as ‘Kalateetaya namah’ (The one who
transcends time – the timeless being). Truly, in the presence of Bhagavan time
stood still and what in reality must have been just a few minutes seemed like
eternity.
We had no qualification whatsoever to recommend our case – neither wealth
nor social status. We were literally nobody. All that we knew was that we were
hungry for Him, hungry for His love. “If you need Me, you deserve Me”, declares
Bhagavan. “Love My uncertainty.” We were being initiated into the ABC of His
spiritual vocabulary.
Unpredictable, But Sure, is His Grace!
Years rolled by and I was nearing completion of my final year M. Com. The
door of our classroom at the Institute in Puttaparthi opened into the corridor
of the first floor and was always locked. Thus, entry to our classroom was
possible only through the adjacent classroom. One morning as our class was
going on, suddenly the door opened and there stood Bhagavan. It was very
unusual and it had never happened before. Even when He had come earlier to the
college, He would visit only the science labs, but not the commerce classrooms.
That day He had brought several sadhus (saints), who were organizing the Sadhu
Sammelan at Puttaparthi. They happened to have a commerce background and so the
Lord decided to show them the commerce department.
We all stood up in awe and delight as Swami greeted our professor. The
Vice-Chancellor, Mr. S. N. Saraf, who followed Bhagavan into the class noticed
one of my classmates and told Bhagavan – “Swami, this boy spoke in the prayer
hall today on Swami Vivekananda.”
“How did he speak?” queried Bhagavan. “Very well”, replied the
Vice-chancellor.
Bhagavan beckoned the student and asked him to take padanamaskar. Then,
blessing all of us, He left. Later my classmate told me, “You have spoken many
times in the presence of Bhagavan, and I never got that opportunity. The only
time I gave a speech, was in the college. But Swami came all the way to our
classroom to give me padanamaskar.” When, where, how and on whom the Lord
showers His grace nobody can predict. We have to love His uncertainty and be
ever ready to receive His Grace.
A Divine Lesson
It was 30 December, 1997, the day of the Sri Sathya Sai Unity Cup match,
the first-ever international cricket match at Puttaparthi between India XI and
International XI. The students and the staff of the university had their task
cut out as our Institute was hosting the match with the Prime Minister of
India, Mr. I. K. Gujral, as the chief guest. There was excitement in the air,
but we were busy with the background preparations. I was allotted the duty of
transporting food preparations to different destinations from the three
canteens in the ashram.
Nothing seemed to go right for me that day. From the disappearance of
vehicle drivers, to the advancing of the lunch break by one hour, to the
traffic jam on the road and the resulting confusion – many things went awry
that day, upsetting all my plans. After a bizarre sequence of events, when all
the guests had left, I was seated in the mandir portico that evening, dejected
and utterly disappointed with myself that I had failed the trust Bhagavan had
reposed on us with regard to the day’s arrangements. I had done my best against
all odds, at times even beyond my known capacities and against my own
temperament. Yet it was not enough.
Bhagavan came amidst us and told the warden, “I am very happy with the
work of the boys and the teachers.” Then He walked upto the place where the
teachers were seated and pointing to a couple of teachers enquired, “Who all
worked today?” “We all worked together Swami,” chorused all the teachers and
Swami was pleased with our answer. Instantly, my spirits were lifted and the
dejection and disappointment that clouded my mind vanished as if in a dream. On
deeper reflection I realized that Sai had willed the day’s events to be so.
What He appreciated and applauded was the sincere, determined and devoted
effort put in by each one of us. While the world enjoyed a cricket match, we
were learning our own spiritual lessons of devotion and surrender.
Happiness Lies in Trusting His Wisdom!
Bhagavan’s birthday festival in 1989 was fast approaching. Bhagavan had
permitted me to leave for Delhi after the birthday celebrations to attend to
some personal work and return in fifteen days. On November 24, I sought His
guidance regarding my departure. He instructed me to leave the next day. After
the bhajans, I went to a devotee who had reserved my ticket for that day as
requested by me earlier. I apologized to Him and explained the new development.
The devotee said that there was nothing to worry and that He would cancel the
ticket. It did seem odd to abandon a confirmed railway ticket from Puttaparthi
after the birthday and to travel unreserved. But if it was the Lord’s plan,
then that was it.
I reached Dharmavaram railway station on November 25 night to board the
Karnataka Express to Delhi. As the train steamed into the station, I found the
train strangely half empty. It was the time Mr. V. P. Singh got elected as the
Prime Minister of India. Being election day, most people were in their
respective native places and very few were traveling. I boarded one of the
compartments and sat on an empty seat. No ticket collector came that night.
Perhaps, they were also relaxing with the train being almost empty. I had a
blissful sleep that night and the next day I got my ticket reserved. Literally,
I could choose my seat as it were. I was mentally thanking Bhagavan for the
comfortable journey in spite of traveling on an unreserved ticket.
As I reached Delhi another revelation occurred. My sister, who was an
artist, was putting up a painting exhibition. For some reason the date of the
exhibition was postponed to the very day of my return journey. Had Bhagavan not
delayed my departure from Puttaparthi, I would have left one day earlier as per
Bhagavan’s direction to return in fifteen days and missed my sister’s
exhibition. This would have disappointed her immensely. As it happened, due to
lack of time I left our residence for the exhibition and from there proceeded
straight to the railway station to embark on the return journey. When we live
with Bhagavan, the frightening levels of uncertainty that surrounds Him may at
times unnerve us, but if we learn to trust His Wisdom and love His uncertainty,
He takes meticulous care of everything.
As we look at our chaotic world today, we may believe that God has a plan
but it has gone hopelessly awry. The Divine mystery is revealed little by
little, step by step. It is like an action packed thriller movie where the
suspense is dispelled only after you sit through the entire movie.
We are fortunate to be contemporaries of the living and loving Swami. It
is our duty to rally around Him and join hands with Him in His glorious mission.
The play is His; the role is His gift; the lines are written by Him; He
directs; He decides the dress and the decor, the gesture and the tone, the
entrance and the exit.
We have to act the role well and receive His applause when the curtain
falls. We have to earn by our efficiency and enthusiasm to play higher and
higher roles – that is the meaning and purpose of life.
- Courtesy: “Hridaya Brindavan 2005.
OUR LIFE IS HIS MESSAGE
Sai Ram
