|He rose after the fall as though nothing had happened. It was 3 days later that the actual damage was made public.|
I have heard this story many times when I studied in a Christian school as a child. Though I knew the story by heart, it never touched my heart because it remained only in the realms of the head. I understood the meaning and significance of Christ bleeding for His children when I experienced the supreme love behind such an act on the 11th of January, 1999. That is a day etched in my heart coupled with mixed emotions. It is a day whose memory makes me smile and cry at the same time. It is a day when my dear Swami, my God and Master Bhagawan Sri Sathya Sai Baba, bled so that one college student could be safe and all the students of the educational institutions could be happy!
The Annual Sports and Cultural Meet
I had joined as a student of the XI class in 1998 and I was very excited about participating in my first ever Sports and Cultural Meet of the Sri Sathya Sai Institutions. Each passing day, my relationship with Swami was growing in different dimensions. Ever since that first memorable experience where He accepted my love, I looked forward to each day for events to add to my experience-bank with Him. The Annual Sports and Cultural Meet is a time when the students from all the different campuses of the Institute - the Prasanthi Nilayam Campus and Puttaparthi, the Brindavan campus at Bangalore and the women’s campus at Anantapur - and the schools at Puttaparthi - Primary school and Higher secondary school - join together in a mass effort to please their dear Swami with a display of physical prowess and mental magnificence.
The significance of the timing of the Sports Meet, 11th January, is very profound. It is the time of the Uttarayana or the northward movement of the sun. This is considered as a very auspicious time for contemplating on the Lord and it is said that such contemplation leads to oneness with the Lord. In fact, the grandsire in the Mahabharatha, Bheeshma, who had a boon that he could die only when he willed, decided to do so in this period of the Uttarayana. For the students studying in Swami’s schools, thinking of the Lord becomes an automatic affair as they plan and prepare in full gusto for the Sports Meet. As Sami puts it, this is a time when the students bend the body in an attempt to mend the mind and end the senses.
Well, delving into the Sports Meet would be a matter of an entire article. It would suffice here to say this much that students do all sorts of activities - dangerous stunts, dances, drills, displays and, at times, death-defying acrobatics. And they do it with full faith in Swami. It is their way of showing how much they love Him and all that they are ready to do for Him. It is not that Swami ever asks for these expressions of their love. In fact, He is always concerned about their safety and well-being. And that is why He chose to bleed for them...
|"This body has come for the sake of devotees and shall be utilised for doing anything and everything for their welfare."|
I remember that day very vividly. As soon as Swami arrived at the Sri Sathya Sai Vidyagiri stadium, a beautiful music theme filled the stadium. (This was a theme song from a famous movie that had been just released then.) I was seated near the Shanti Vedika, the stage on which Swami would ascend. When Swami’s chariot entered the ground, 150 metres away from the Shanti Vedika, I could feel the electric waves of excitement flowing through the atmosphere.
A grand welcome had been planned and the whole procession flagged off in a happy and holy manner at His arrival. I began to focus on Him through my 200mm Tamron lens mounted on the Nikon 801s SLR film camera. Even through the zoom lens, Swami was only an orange speck in the frame. As the chariot moved on, Swami did something that cheered the entire crowd - He stood up so that all could see Him properly. Immediately, He became a bigger orange blob in my viewfinder also. I was just focusing and refocusing waiting for Him to fill at least more than one thirds of the frame before I could start exposing the Kodak 200 ISO film that nestled inside.
I was just watching and suddenly something terrible happened!
Swami seemed to trip over and, in an instant, the lovable orange figure vanished completely from my viewfinder! I immediately put the camera down and trained my eyes to see what was happening. The chariot had come to a halt but the procession was still moving on, merrily. I understood to some extent how ignorance was bliss. Before any worry could envelop the whole stadium, Swami got up and stood again in the chariot. He was smiling and waving to the crowd as before. I heaved a sigh of relief and picking up the camera, began shooting away.
The Sports Meet moved ahead with the opening ceremony and the presentations by the various campuses and schools. It was held in two separate sessions - the morning session for two hours and the evening one for two hours. The highlight was when Swami moved down the stage and walked to the field for five times to pose for photographs with the student-performers of the day. There is a reason why I seem to be fast-forwarding all the action of the Sports Meet. I shall return to the events of the day after making a brief visit to the 14th of January, 1999.
It was Makara Sankranthi, the day when the sun actually starts its ascent which is also the day of the prize distribution in Prasanthi Nilayam. That day has held special meaning for me for many reasons. For one, it was the day that Swami taught me how to walk! But that exciting story is part of another article.
|Swami seemed to be at His bountiful best as He moved down to pose with the Institute students on field...|
Swami arrived for darshan and completed the prize distribution ceremony. Before Swami’s discourse, there was a talk by the warden of the Bangalore campus. Even as he came to the lectern, he seemed to be sort of overwhelmed. His speech was strange, so to say, in terms of its contents. On such a happy occasion, he began to recollect instances where Swami had taken on the sufferings of His devotees on various occasions.
The silencing moment came when he almost broke down while narrating how Swami had suffered a hit to His spine apart from receiving deep gashes on His hand and head when He had the fall from the chariot on Sports Day! He went on to detail some of the injuries and how Swami had borne them with a smile. As I sat listening in the crowd, I felt hot tears stream down my cheeks...
That was when we got to know the entire sequence of events that occurred on the 11th of January 1999!
Swami had suffered deep gashes on his back, head and hand. But immediately, He had ‘risen to the occasion’ and continued as if nothing had happened. He had continued to the stage and lit the lamp and started the proceedings. Though there was excruciating pain, He had not cared - body attachment is a human quality not of the divine. It was a miracle in itself that no part of the robe had torn. It was as if the robe too was sharing His divinity.
Then came the part which any human would have found impossible to bear - to sit through the whole session of about 2 hours in such a bleeding and injured state. We had seen Swami get up and move backstage very frequently. He did this to wash away the blood so that nobody noticed. Again, there are students who maintain Swami’s room. Lest they discover about the bleeding, Swami washed by hand the towels which were blood-stained! And He did this not once or twice but for more than 5-6 times throughout the session.
Two students moved to Swami and requested Him to hoist the flag. That meant another journey of 50 meters or so and He did it with a smile. The toughest parts were when each campus completed the presentation and requested Swami to come down to the ground and grant ‘family photographs’! Shocks of pain must have shot through Swami’s body but He hid it all so well. Calmly, He moved down for about five times, posing with the children.
Oh! How bad I felt for being part of the huge group that prayed for Swami to come down! Many times, our prayers are like that. Having no idea of the past or future, we make our requests and prayers. And when they get answered, we feel that our prayers could have been different!
|Swami walking towards the children of the Primary school in order to grant them a group photograph.|
“This body has come for the sake of devotees and shall be utilised for doing anything and everything for their welfare.”
The discourse revealed the reasons for the Divine fall. Knowing the past, present and future, Swami had advised the students from the Brindavan campus not to come to Puttaparthi for the Sports Meet. This was a shocker. They prayed and pleaded to Swami to let them come. After much ado, Swami agreed that they could come and perform. However, the stunts being performed had been chosen by destiny to deliver some fatal blows.
One student had already fallen during the practice sessions and had incurred a serious injury to the spine.
The first opinion of the doctor who examined him was that the boy would not be able to sit or stand in his life again. Swami sent vibhuti and advised that he should be taken to Bangalore. By the time they reached the hospital, the boy was already sitting! The mercy and love of the Lord brought him out of spinal fractures in miraculous time.
And now, destiny had planned another blow. To avert this disaster and in order to teach everyone the consequences of not listening to Him, Swami decided to take that blow on to His own body. He had silently bled and suffered the pain. But not for a single moment did the pain show on His face. It was an example for all humanity.
Years later, when Swami was in the wheelchair, Prof.Anil Kumar asked Him,
“Swami is there no pain?”
Swami’s response was,
“There is tremendous pain. But there is no suffering.”
And now tell me, how can I not remember Swami whenever I hear that the term 'sacrifice'? His body was like a candle that burned away to provide light for others - a life of great sacrifice.
- start of narration of Nitin Acharya -
"On 11-Jan -1999 , the sports-meet event took place as usual except for an apparently small ‘glitch’ right at the beginning, around 7 in the morning. While entering into the stadium, Swami was standing on the silver chariot and waving both His hands and blessing all the devotees assembled in the ladies' side stands. Suddenly, the chariot came to a halt with a small jerk. Swami (seemingly) lost his balance and landed on the seat softly. The seat had been well-cushioned with no sharp carvings or anything that would hurt Swami. We, on Swami's sides, were all-alert and, within moments, Swami was assisted to stand once again. The chariot started it’s onward march behind the band boys towards Shanti Vedika, the stage from which Swami and other 'VIPs' watch the sports event .
On the 11-Jan-1999 , I believed in what 'I saw'. As I mentioned earlier, it was just a small episode not worth much attention. It was similar to the experience when we get up from our seat to take the wallet out for a ticket and driver applies brakes and we land on our seat - a momentary embarrassment, nothing more. Then the joyful journey continues. Everyone who assembled there including those who were next to the chariot ignored the same and got engrossed in watching the sports meet.
So, initially, I had my doubts when Swami described the whole episode in His Discourse because I had not seen even a single drop of blood on the 11th morning.
Then came the lesson from none other than Swami Himself. Swami called the warden of the Brindavan campus (in those days) inside the interview room. I was about to close the room door from outside when Swami called me too inside. He had already scanned my thoughts and feelings. Warden sir became emotional and expressed the pain he experienced after knowing the pain and agony which Swami went through for the sake of a student. This was just one among many such events in the past in the life of Swami.
Then Swami looked at me and raised the sleeves of His robe. To my sheer astonishment I saw cuts and gashes deep into the skin with blood clots all over. I was aghast in shock. Swami said
“This is just a small fraction. There are wounds, bruises and bandages all over my body. My backbone was in pieces on that day. It would have been fatal for that boy. So, I saved him."
|When it comes to the 'Divine Photographer' you better be ready all the time. You never know when He is going to 'click' |
because His nature is absolutely spontaneous. That spontaneity is born from the same place where His sacrifice is born - in LOVE!
“I am Sathya . Whatever I speak is Truth. Truth which either happened in the past or would happen certainly in future." Swami is Trinetradhari , the 3-eyed one. He sees the past ,the present and the future which are the 3 eyes.
Swami was the savior for that boy on that day of 11-Jan-1999 . The Boy played just a symbolic role . It was a Divine Drama to save the entire humanity."
-end of narration of Nitin Acharya-
Indeed, it was a day that made me experience the meaning of the sacrifice of Christ. And that can be summed up in just one word - LOVE.