It was the summer of 2002. Like some of the special summers before that, Bhagawan Sri Sathya Sai Baba had decided to conduct the Summer Course in Indian Culture and Spirituality. The venue, as in most cases, was the Whitefield Ashram in Bangalore. It turned out to be a most unforgettable one for me because of an experience it gifted me. Swami used that period to teach me a powerful lesson about Karma and the way Guru/God deals with it.
I also was assigned another job. This was a time when Swami had suffered a fall and had difficulty walking up the stairs. As a result, two lifts had been erected - one on the ladies’ side and one on the gents’ side - for Swami to move up and down.
|Those were the days when Swami, at times, would come for Darshan in the golf-car and return by walk...Some days, He chose to walk both ways...|
“Move to the gents’ side and raise the lift up.”
“The warden is here. He says that you better go and raise the lift up. Otherwise, in case Swami wants to go down the gents’ side, He will be made to wait.” Now, the warden of our hostel in Brindavan also happened to be sort of an administrative head of the Brindavan Ashram. He was considered as Swami’s ‘right hand’ to execute various activities. If he was saying, I better do it, I thought. (That is a fatal mistake. To allow anyone, however high or powerful he might be, to come between you and your Guru/God). So, I just got up and walked to the lift. I pressed the green button that took the lift up.
|One of the few pictures I took before I went over to the lift on the gents' side of Sai Ramesh Hall.|
And then, it happened...
He was simply washing away his hands and holding me solely responsible for my predicament!
The misery unfolds
|Everyone enjoyed beautiful darshans....except me! :(|
Cooling summer showers in Brindavan?
|That day morning, I felt as if Swami saw me from far and gave me a smile...|
The last straw
The next day, early in the morning, it was my duty to play devotional songs over the PA system of the hostel as everyone finished ablutions and got ready for the day. That morning, the 30th of May, when I played the cassette, the song that played was a composition of saint Surdas sung by the inimitable Anup Jalota. A brief story of the song is in order here.
Things fall in place - the fruits of action
“Sir, I would like to take my camera for darshan today.” He simply nodded and signed me a permission slip! Was I amazed.
|Trayee Brindavan - this is how the residence of Bhagawan Sri Sathya Sai Baba in Brindavan looked in 2003.|
Wisdom sprouted for the first time in my speech. I said,
|It was a morning when I wished that Swami would walk past me, |
without noticing me...
He smiled. He looked at the boys and called one of them. He felt the mangoes and told me, “These should be distributed after the bhajans.”