'When He found our lost Passports...' - By Deepak
It was a pleasant morning when I unconsciously found my gaze fixed upon the
infinite blue. It was then that I happened to catch the sight of a bird about
which I barely knew. But more than the bird, I was moved by the wind beneath
its wings.
Each of us is in the very same situation. Any little accomplishment, any little
deed is always supported by the unseen hand of our Beloved Lord. When I look
back into the face of time, I find a rainbow of memories flashing before me.
There is one thing I never failed to find throughout. It is the presence of
Bhagavan, saturated by His love. Every moment is filled with His omnipresence,
omnipotence and omniscience. However it is for us to recognise this truth.
A couple of years ago, my parents along with my brother and I were taking a
walk down the shopping lanes of London where we intended to make our purchases.
On our way out of one of the supermarkets, my father accidentally happened to
put his hand into his hand baggage and to our dismay he found all our passports
missing! We were initially panic stricken but our faith in Bhagavan removed all
our fears. We searched all around the place, retracing our steps but there was
no sign of any of our passports. My father went down the lane making enquiries
but none of them brought us anywhere close to finding our passports. My father
finally decided to register the problem with the police and started looking out
for a police officer. As he proceeded, a young Englishman whom he saw for the
first time came straight up to him and said, “You must be looking for the lost
and found department. Sir, its right over there,” and gave him some landmarks.
My father walked into the office of the British cops, as he had been directed
to. As he opened the door of the lost-and-found department, he saw the officer
in-charge just placing all our passports in a bag.
“Thank God!” His exclamation was enough to inform the officer that those
passports belonged to us. Nevertheless he looked at my father with a smile and
asked, “Are these your passports?” The answer of my father in the affirmative
seemed to delight the officer and on being asked how the passports landed
there, he said, “Didn’t you meet anyone on the way up?” My father said that
there wasn’t anyone he met. But the officer was not satisfied. He went on and
said that the man who gave the passports just left a few seconds before my
father came in and he said that he was the owner of the shop. My father just
posed one last question on his way out with the passports. “How did he look
like?” The reply to the question was enough to throw us back in our seats and
start thinking.
Every single description matched the splendour of our Beloved Bhagavan and we
were deeply thankful for all that He had done for our family. It was about nine
months later that Bhagavan appeared in the dream of my father and confirmed His
presence at London in a very unique way.
The amount of concern Bhagavan has for each of us is much more than what the
word ‘concern’ literally means. The unfathomable ocean of His love goes far
beyond our mind’s comprehension. There is a lot to learn from His actions, lot
to learn from His words and a lot to learn from His love.
A few years ago, Bhagavan out of His boundless grace blessed a few of us to
come with Him to Kodaikanal. On one occasion I found myself sitting on my bed
and my eyes were fixed on the door right before me. The moment was too big for
me, and I had no words to say. It was just thoughts after thoughts that had
their on-flow through my mind. All my other brothers were fast asleep, as
Bhagavan had just gone into His room after instructing all of us to take rest.
I sat staring at Bhagavan’s door and began writing in my diary about the day’s
proceedings when I suddenly got the shock of my life.
Sri Sathya Sai at Kodaikanal
The door of Bhagavan’s room slowly swung open majestically and even more
majestic was the sight of Bhagavan coming out of the room with His loving
smile. He noticed me awake and just as I sprang up to wake everyone else, I was
forced back into my bed and Bhagavan very lovingly said, “Don’t wake them up.
They must be very tired. I’ll go down and see that the dinner is ready.”
Bhagavan, as He said this, lifted His robe and tiptoed across the room and made
for the stairway. He again looked back at me and gave a very meaningful and
delightful smile. My elated heart plunged into the depths of thought.
There is much to learn from the love of Bhagavan and from Bhagavan Himself.
Every action, every feeling is rooted in the depths of that indefinable form,
Love. The ocean or the sky can have limits, not His love. Nevertheless they are
all the very reflection of His Love.
We have to travel far beyond to be able to know actually how fortunate each of
us is to be with Bhagavan. What we see of Him today is a very minute spectacle
of what He actually is. Each of us is on a long journey, from ‘us’ to
‘ourselves’ and we are immensely fortunate to have our goal, Bhagavan, as our
Guide. And on this journey, it is my constant prayer to Bhagavan that He be
with me and guide me throughout so that I may be an ideal instrument in His
hands.
- Deepak
Alumnus, Sri Sathya Sai Institute of Higher Learning
Source: Sai Nandana 2000 (75th Birthday Issue)
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