Colours of Mumbai : March 24th @ Dharmakshetra
Sairam to all! The week of Holi will be celebrated in a special way by the Sion - Wadala samithi. On Sunday , March 24th they will present hues with a difference - the various moods & colours of our very vibrant city of Mumbai :) Attached please find the invite for 'Colours of Mumbai' from 6:00 to 7:15 pm on Sunday. On March 26th - Holika pooja and bonfire will be held at Dharmakshetra after normal bhajan time 6:00 pm to 7:00 pm. Please do come and soak yourselves in the Divine colours and also in true Holi style get your family and friends too! Attached invitiation file...... sourced: http://www.dharmakshetra.org.in/dknews13/dknews-mar13.htm “This One Is Mine” Friday, March 22nd, 2013 One of the finest prayers that man could ever pose unto God was scripted by God Himself, as Bhagawan Sri Sathya Sai Baba. This is a prayer of contentment, listing out a few ‘i do nots’ and ‘i shall nots’. Read on a timeless message from Bhagawan, penned for the 59th Birthday issue. I do not need any riches; for, why should I? A carefree mind is enough, O Father, That is a Million for me! I shall not yearn for Fortune; for, why should I? A smile-lit face is enough, O Father, That is a Million for me! I shall not pine and want: for, why should I? A glance from Thy Eye is enough, O Father, That is a Million for me! I shall not crave for Wealth; for, why should I? The joy of being Thine is enough, O Father, That is a Million for me! Enough for me these things I have, Whatever Thou hast gifted now; Why think of getting more? I’ll have them when Thou wishest; Enough for me Thy un-diminishing Grace Which falls on all whom Thou hast blessed, With the words: “This one is Mine.” II Samastha Lokah Sukhino Bhavantu II sourced: http://www.theprasanthireporter.org/2013/03/this-one-is-mine/ Only a miracle can save him… Thursday, March 21st, 2013 Remembering Bhagawan’s Divine Assurance, of His dharma to protect His devotees, an old housewife fervently prayed to Bhagawan, as a last-ditch effort, to intervene to save her husband, who had suddenly taken ill. Praying for a miracle against all odds the woman resorted to Vibhuti given by Bhagawan Himself…and the miracle happened…Read on Sri TS Menon narrating how Bharat Kesari Sri Mannath Padmanabhan of Kerala earned a revival of life, at the ripe age of 93…from Sanathana Sarathi, November 1968. On Friday, 28 June 1968, at Devi Vilas, Palghat, thrice blessed by Baba’s visit, 93 year old Sri Bharat Kesari Mannath Padmanabhan, the founder-leader of the NSS, Nair Service Society, Kerala, was suddenly taken ill. His condition worsened hour after hour. Speech became incoherent; he lost his memory; his condition was pronounced comatic. His pulse was only 50; he was definitely sinking. Stalwarts of the medical profession had rushed into the room as soon as they received the news; they declared that it was a case of cerebral thrombosis. “Only a miracle can save him,” they said. Mannamji had dedicated himself 50 years ago, to the service of the community. Before a lighted lamp, with five wicks, and a measure of paddy kept in ritual ceremonial, Mannamji had taken solemn pledge, and his aged mother had blessed him, invoking God, while placing her hand on his head. He has worked to fulfill that pledge, for half-a- century now; the result is evident all over Kerala, 100 High Schools, 20 Colleges, Polytechnics, Engineering College, Medical, Missions, Temples. Unmindful of his 93 summers, Mannamji had come to Palghat, for some work related to the Engineering College of the Nair Service Society. The day he arrived was Thursday, when Devi Vilas had Baba Bhajan, in the evening. He listened reverentially to the Bhajan. He said, “This Bhajan has given me overwhelming joy; I am so full of joy, that I have no relish for dinner.’ He stood with folded palms before the decorated portrait of Baba for sometime. He talked with the inmates for some time, on the meaning and purpose of the advent of Baba. Then, he retired for the night. Next morning, he was ill. The foremost doctors, standing around his bed, said, “Only a miracle can save him.” And, the miracle happened! Mrs Menon dashed into the prayer room. She recalled the miraculous cures effected by Baba’s grace; she remembered His declaration: “My Dharma is Bhaktarakshana.” She brought a packet of the Vibhuti which Baba had created and given to her; a few pinches of that Vibhuti were given to Mannamji.. Amazing! Glorious! Mannamji rallied round; he tided over the crisis; he became almost normal. Doctors, kinsmen, and friends stood bewildered; they whispered, “It is Divine Grace, indeed, that has saved Mannamji!” What was developing into a dangerous and critical cerebral thrombosis fizzled out, into a mere blood spasm. The clot in the brain had dissolved. Doctors say that this cure is unique in medical history… After a couple of days’ rest at Devi Vilas, Mannamji went back to Trivandrum journeying 250 miles, by car. And, there, he progressed fast. I was privileged to be a thrilled participant of this Mahima revealing Baba’s Glory and Grace, His Compassion and His Omnipresence. sourced: http://www.theprasanthireporter.org/2013/03/6460/ Where Are You…? Tuesday, March 19th, 2013 Close to two years from the March – April 2011 Divine Drama, when pangs of separation, from the beautiful physical frame, hits an earnest seeker, she asks with a heart drenched in tears the million dollar question, asking Him about His whereabouts, Where Are You…? Praying Him to end the dark nights, to end the hibernation and to transcend the Truth…writes Ms Jullie Chaudhuri, seeking the most priceless gift of His Darshan! The night was dark, Dark and stark, I ran into it, To overcome this conflict, Searching for an end, Probing thoroughly, For Truth to transcend, Circumstances to amend, My broken heart to mend, No longer can I pretend - It is a nightmare, With which nothing else can compare, It has to clear - Beloved Mother soon re-appear, The darkness must post-haste disappear… I ran on and on, Looking for dawn, I was not alone, So many others did moan, Grief and groan, Seeking the Beloved One, The only One, Dearest of the Dear, Our very own, While enveloping us with Endless Love, However, Chooses to hibernate from sight, No wonder ever so dark is the night… I know all about Omnipresence, The Form and the Formless, The micro and macro way, In which, He does us continuously bless, ‘When He didn’t come, Where did He go?’, About all this, Believe me, I do know, The One at Shirdi, Was experienced in the State of Samadhi, Right from the beginning, At least during this lifetime for me, But when He appeared at Parthi, Ah! Haven’t you and I have seen Him too? And then, When, He decides to disappear from view, Perforce must I ask - Oh! Divine Mother, Tell me do, Just where are You…? Don’t you feel the same way too - ‘Though I am alive, But where is my Life…?’ After having seen and known Him, And experienced Him too, Incessantly this query bubbles forth, In every heart through, This sole question, My Sweet One, Just Where Are You…? In all that’s around me, It’s You, Yet, Beloved One, Where are You…? In all that I see, hear, taste, Breathe, touch, think, say and do, It’s You, But, Beloved Bhagawan, where are You? In the birds and the bees, Sweet-scented flowers, And those ever green leaves, plants and trees, Even so, Where are You? In purring cats and loving dogs, Crawling insects and leaping frogs, Wild animals as well as, Those that are tame, In fresh mountain air, Spring time, Winter and Summer too, Still, answer me, kindly do, Loving Lord, Just where are You? In the golden rays of the Sun, In the shimmering moon beams, In each twinkling star or asteroid, In black holes and that fathomless void, In Space, Air, Fire, Water, Earth, I feel You, but I want to see You, How can this question not plague me anew? When I have known that Glorious Form? This Present Advent, This Cosmic Birth, How can anything else, Be of greater worth? And so I ask, And enquire, I do, Along with innumerable others too, Oh! This question reverberates the Cosmos through, Oh! Sweet Mother Sai, Just Where Are You…? Let this stark, dark night end, This hibernation right away amend, Let Truth transcend, I say this to You, And I will not pretend - Then only and only then, Will every broken heart mend, Grant us that Sight, That illuminating Light, You are our Life, Grant us back our very Life, The sole way, For this dark, stark night, Once again to turn into a dawn, For this dark, stark night, To be overcome with light, light, light, Let me now run into ‘That’ Light, That’s perennially joyful, And eternally bright… II Samastha Lokah Sukhino Bhavantu II sourced: http://www.theprasanthireporter.org/2013/03/where-are-you/ __._,_.___ Colours-of-Mumbai.gif -- --- You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "saimsg" group. To unsubscribe from this group and stop receiving emails from it, send an email to [email protected]. For more options, visit https://groups.google.com/groups/opt_out.
