Sri Lalitambika…Divine Mother Of The Universe…

Aum Sri Charu Haasaya Namaha

Salutations…wholehearted adorations to that Supreme Mother of the Cosmos… Whose smile is delightfully charming and exceedingly enchanting…

 

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Sri Lalitambika – The Supreme Mother…

Aum Nijaruna Prabha Pura Majjad Brahmanda Mandalayai Namaha
Salutations…loving adorations to that Supreme Mother of the Cosmos…Who bathes the entire Universe…each cell of every being…in Her splendorous rose hued effulgence…

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In Krsna’s Heart…Never Apart…Forever A Part…

Communion…Union…
Known…Unknown…
Alone…Lone…
One…None…
O   N   E…
One And Only One…
One None Else…
One None Eternal…
In Kanha’s Heart i choose to reside,
…norms defied…perceptions clarified…
In Krsna’s Heart…i choose to reside…
…hidden from human sight…
…deep…deep inside…
Deep, deep inside,
Creation…every bit in creation is the Creator’s bride…
Deep, deep inside,
The sound of the flute…
…oh! so mesmeric and enchanting…
My love for Him makes me hum a hymn within Him…
…for Him…
…losing myself in adoration of Him…
…i surrender to the sound of the flute…
…i listen…i hear…till the i does disappear…
For years and ages i cried –
O! Krsna…don’t hide from me anymore…
…this separation i cannot any longer endure…
A million ways i did explore…
…to overcome the agony seeped into my core…
Time and again my soul did implore…
Now nothing in this world can hold me or keep me tied…
…everything drops away seemingly falsified…
With Krsna i must posthaste be unified…
And so, deep, deep inside His Heart…
…hidden from human sight i now choose to reside…
i become a hymn that merges in Him…
…the i blissfully swims in Him…till there is only Him…
In Krsna’s Heart…Never Apart…Forever A Part…
The truth…
…is to be aware of this Truth beyond all Truth –
Even as we journey through the Cosmic Boulevard,
Every little bit in creation is eternally His Counterpart…!
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India…A Mother Nation Who Knows Her Divine Mission…

Within her there is no bias that can ever ensue…
…certainly no room for any dislike too…
…for she is a Mother true,
Akin to the radiant rays of the Sun…
…available to one and all through and through…
…beyond man-made boundaries..
…forever revealing many a marvellous hue…
India cares for all her children alike,
No matter what or who…

However, one can’t help but wonder,
Upon India what feelings do her children confer…
…being so caught up in self-defeating…
…pointless pursuits that are termed as the ‘rat race’…?
Don’t self-centred notions…
…erratic words…and thoughtless actions…
…that material living do interlace…
…shame the Mother and her peace displace…?

She has always stood tall,
Absolutely committed to the Lord’s Dictum and Intent…
…to Help Ever, Hurt Never…
…to Love All and Serve All…
Equally mindful of all who do dwell upon her soil,
She stays away from the rash indulges in which…
…most of her family do themselves embroil…

If we find litter and clutter…
…dirt and filth on this cherished land…
The blame is squarely put on India,
She is compared to other places serene and grand…
…and for the actions of insensitive populace…
…the natural outcome is to jeer…
…heap slander and slur…
…sneer, degrade and denounce her…
When will her people accept accountability…?
When will each soul with guilt stir…
…admitting gross neglect of her…?
India…a Mother Nation who knows her Divine Mission –
To reach out, touch and elevate all with her innate compassion,
Yet, what about those of us…
…to whom she has granted unconditional affection…
…and selfless shelter…
Do we truly value her…?
There is enough…more than enough that she does offer…
…thoroughly adequate to meet everyone’s need…
…if only we parted ways with insatiable greed…
India is ever willing to serve,
Upon her terrain one can inspiringly observe,
Beauty and abundance that do charmingly intersperse…
…inspiring many to compose paeans as to her glory…

…yet her charisma remains indescribable by any prose or verse…

Enriching flora and fauna,
Majestic mountains, mighty rivers…
…mining belts and fertile fields…
…natural wealth ever so diverse…
…any kind of adversity blessed to reverse…
For her tender ways India had won this exclusive privilege…
…from the Creator of this universe…
The onus is upon the ones who do dwell upon her bosom,
To commit to her with a pledge solemn,
To unite in pursuit of harmony,
Saluting her heartbeat…
…that vibrates a mesmeric hum…
…of peace…
…and echoes the primordial rhythm…
…of wholesome ancient wisdom and fathomless freedom…

Come, Dear Sisters and Brothers,
No longer procrastinate…
…nor permit any room for regret,
Time and again this Beloved Mother has wept,
Must we remain mute with our sentiments unsaid…?
Let us allow awareness to refine our mindset…
…unfetter the intellect,
Shower the Mother with profound respect,
Repay a long overdue debt,
Introspect…
The sacrifice of brave hearts recollect,
Towards their motherland they exuded such incomparable passion,
Perhaps then,
We may to our core pose a paramount question –
Towards this beauteous  wonder filled wonderland…
…towards this finest Mother and Motherland,
What is our duty, responsibility…care, concern and obligation…?
India…a Mother Nation who knows her Divine Mission,
This is axiomatically true,
Nevertheless, thus far…
…does the same hold true for me and you…?

Hailing our Motherland,
May we earnestly proclaim thus –
Maa, Terey Hain Hum…
Vande Mataram…
As Indians,
May our essence in loyal unison…
….perennially reflect the beautiful imprint…
…that praises her with declarations of –
Bharat Mata Ki Jai…Jai Hind!

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Life Is The Greatest University

Life is always working in my favour…
…enchanting, repelling, sweet, bittersweet…
…contentment, torment…
…people…events…of varying flavour…
…each moment i do savour…
Life is the greatest University,
Wherein…reactions bind me…
…while responses set me free…

L – Life = Love
I – Initiates
F – Fabulous Fathomless Fruitful Fundamental
E – Expansive Experiences

One masters a lot of arts…
…as one travels through the various lanes…
…of experiences…
…as well as the speed-breakers that are the people  one meets…
…along the way of life…
Quite often one tries to surpass what seems an impasse,
Consequently, one becomes a ‘marshall’ of all arts…

The art of getting irritated easily,
The art of rising to anger effortlessly,
The art of confrontations,
And the art of subtle arrogance…
The art of convenience…
…of tantrums –
Put the blame swiftly on someone else,
Then there is the art of surrendering to impatience…
When anger clouds introspection,
One ignores their own imperfections,
Thinking themselves to be above board,
Choosing not to explore…
…the voice of their conscience,
Overlooking past recollections…
…the mind plunges into mindless extravagance,
Then commences the blame game seeking no explanations…
…and a wholehearted indulgence in namesake plastic emotions…

However when one reaches rock bottom,
The only way out…
…is going up…
Or is it ‘growing up’…
How long can one remain an exuberant wave…
…sailing unmindfully upon the mist of ignorance…?
…upon the stormy river of youth…?
…upon the sea of material allure…?
…upon the ocean of transmigration…?

When the mind and heart in refined unison…
…with the soul…
…seeks a well defined alliance…
…gradually with worldly reactions end any kind of dalliance…
…welcoming transcendence…
…perhaps a long last conclusion in the journey of transmigration…
…and repeated reincarnations…

If one is intensely intently so inclined,
Fate endorses exclusive divine associations,
Accordingly Mother Sai’s magnanimous benevolence…
…awakens one towards Cosmic Adorations…
S A I…See Always Inside,
Seek All-Abiding Immortality…Supreme Absolute Infinite…
An awareness of the ‘I Am…’ identification…
…when occurs a universal harmonisation…
…between creator, created and the process of creation…
…that most momentous expansion…
…heralding an eternal celebration…

Thus  i too made time to make friends with time,
Ere it left me behind…
…i quickly chose to walk hand in hand with time…
It then shook me awake to radiate my truth…
…which is every living being’s truth too…
It is a timeless inheritance,
Turning inwards…
…delving deep into my own essence…
…upon it i poured all my attention…
…only to be enthralled by a glorious emergence –
My acquaintance with abundance…
…of love a glistening effulgence…
…that is the truth of my being and becoming…

The truth of every being was love…
…a flow that knew not the word enough,
Love that nothing could interrupt…nor corrupt…
…nor diminish nor finish…
A love that brought balance…
…of harmony an assurance…
…into a higher way of living and being…
…a right royal deliverance…

There are innumerable famous centres of education…
…around the globe,
Yet,
Life is the greatest University,
This is a personal estimation,
And,
Experiences, Introspection…
…and Conscience…
…are aptly the most wonderful teachers…
…if at all one wants to learn their lessons…
Here there is no particular day of graduation…
…yet total dedication to self evolution leads to a merger…
a rhythmic revelation –
With the Supreme Soul…
…a reintegration…
…a long-sought amalgamation…
So too,
Until lessons are learnt and one starts to let go…
…elevate their position,
There will be many a confusion, confrontation and collision,
In conclusion it is suffice to say,
Give into love and give out…
…simply radiate, emit, emanate –
Peace beyond words…
…joy in spite of, because of…
…as well as through all the whatnots…
…and the at times overwhelming knots…
For Love is the sole true inheritance…
…of the soul,
Its purity frees the inner being from all that…
…fuels a sentiment of division,
Deepening understanding…sage evolvement…
…and uninvolved participation,
Leading to detachment…unaffectedness…
…and dispassion…
…to renunciation…
…and the glowing light of glorious liberation…

Life is always working in my favour…
…each moment i do savour…
Whatever maybe the flavour,
Life is the greatest University,
Wherein…reactions and expectations bind me…
…while insightful responses set me free…

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Betty, My Love…The Journey Never Ends For You And Me…

Betty, my love…
…the journey never ends for you and me…
There is a journey that never ends…
…a journey that revels in the now…
The soul lives in that awareness somehow,
An allegiance to an eternal vow…

A super refined beauty you were,
Adorned with black and white spots…
…possibly the finest of the Dalmatian brigade,
You came into our life in 2007,
When you already were six years of age,
Perhaps with sentiments of having being betrayed,
…though we tried our best to dissuade…

…the ‘family’ that gave you up,
With a bland, indifferent, insensitive excuse,
…unable to gauge your value and worth…
…of emotions displaying callous dearth…
…thus so they did manipulate and impassively stipulate –

We have a child now…
…so this ‘dog’ kindly ‘rehabilitate’,

Your self-esteem their attitude did wholly negate,
Their decision naturally left your morale frayed…
Yet, it is a beautiful fact,
Exuding so much love… 
…so well you did re-adapt…
We had to meet in fulfilment of our soul contract,

With Mother Sai’s sweet grace…
…we already had Mowgli…

…another super fine representative of your race,
Therefore,
Initially you were supposed to be a special guest…
…till we found you a loving habitat…
…where amidst beings compassionate…
…you could joyfully blend and integrate,
But we did your steadfast commitment underestimate…
…to us all…every bit of your exuberant  love you did dedicate,
Left with no choice…
…to your charm we simply had to capitulate…
…your fond involvement…
…adoration and affection acknowledge and reciprocate…

Even our total acceptance of you,
…perhaps did your sense of abandonment…
…only to a certain extent abate,
Thus, you remained possessive about your new home…
…right till the end…
With us all you spent a memorable decade,
Your intolerance of any new entry,
Whether a human offspring or any canine…
…even that of your ‘husband’ Mowgli…
…was plainly conveyed,
With persistent low growls…
…your grievance you did emphatically state…

With these sounds you constantly followed baby Saiesh…
…through his infant years…
Nothing could keep him away from you…
…this grandchild always remained calm…
…instinctively he knew you meant no harm…
…it was an involuntarily act…
…for you were bereft of any hate…
As he grew…three-year-old Saiesh…
…would growl back at you…
…your snarls he wonderfully learnt to imitate,
Though we laughed it off,
We knew it was because of your fear…
…of being forsaken…
…deep was the pain that did scar your psyche…
…and for the rest of your life your reactions dominate…

You loved your walks…
…and we enjoyed walking you,
A true lady you were…
…and it reflected in your gait,
Your playful son got all our attention,
But you never grudged him nor your fate,
At play time you ran almost as fast as the wind…
…your pink tongue hanging out…
…as you chased the tennis ball…
…your tail going round and round…
…such sheer joy you did emanate…
You always relished your food…
…and from your routine you never could deviate,
Till with the passage of time…
…age caught up with you…
…and your remaining moments on earth progressively devastate…

You suffered with dignity…
…only the ones of your race…
…have been blessed with the ability to do so…
Your organs degenerated gradually,
Your medical reports were a blow,
A peaceful way out we hoped to see,
Tears welled and the core felt sore…
…to watch you retch and writhe helplessly,
We couldn’t bear your struggle and agony,
…and were forced to take the decision…
…the vet did suggest and foresee…

Once again today,
Your presence in our life we do celebrate,
Utterly grateful that you were sent our way,
This gesture of the universe we do absolutely appreciate,
So noble and flawless was…is your love,
It encircles us perpetually,
Your selfless affection is beyond us to measure or evaluate,
How much we meant to you…
…in innumerable ways you gently did illustrate…
You are and will continue to remain a part of us…
…this we do emphatically reiterate…
At this time we perceive you as a radiant light…
…in the shimmering glades of forevermore…
…where the essence of all beings do congregate…
…where joy never does fluctuate…

So Betty, my love…
…i know presently pleasantly in ‘that’ place…
…that knows not any gloomy greys…
…increasingly illumined…
…by the everlasting beauty of glistening rays…
…you understand…
…the journey never ends for us…for you and me…
For there is no journey and there is no end…
…only a blissful stillness…a oneness that revels in the now…
Within Mother Sai…
…in that Effulgent Ocean of Consciousness…
…in that luminous realm of forevermore…
…in that golden sphere there is no goodbye…
The soul lives in that awareness somehow,
An unswerving allegiance to an eternal vow…

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Sai Maa Merey…Samastha Shristi Ko Santusht Kardey…

Samastha Lokaah Sukhino Bhavantu…
Samastha Jeeva Sukhino Bhavantu…
When one looks around the planet today,
Even if it’s a mere cursory survey,
What wafts across are sentiments of complete malaise,
Of ethics a total decay,
From the heart of man,
Kindness has strayed ever so far away,
Though blessed to blossom,
Giving in to worldly allure,
Humanity is a word of the past….
…wholly antiquated…utterly passé,
Negative passion has come to the fore,
Drifting entirely afar from compassion…
…lost in the mist of ignorance…
…thoroughly engrossed in the material ballet,
Man has chosen to go astray…
If one does have the time to listen…
…to the myriad whimpering whispers from Mother Earth…
…she seems to cry in such utter dismay,
…from her  depth there arises a hushed hopeful sigh…
…for the You that dwells in every heart,
…for the You…Who is the Ultimate Being,
Who does the Supreme Soul personify,
Beloved Bhagawan Sri Sathya Sai…

The wise, the downtrodden…
…the meek, the devout…
…those that feel threatened as would a helpless prey…
…request, entreat, beseech, plead, implore…
…collectively convey…
…and are sending Your way…
…an intensely urgent communiqué…
…begging Your immediate intersession…
…in this…Your Cosmic Play…
Anyatha Sharanam Nasti,
Tvameva Sharanam Mamah,
Of an Advent an action replay…
Oh! Lord, Oh! Divine Mother,
Right at this moment…
… all those full of concern and care…
…thus do pray,
…even as they search high and low for a radiant ray…


Come and command the human race to comply and obey,
Rearrange values shrivelled into a piteous disarray…
Creation longs for fulfilment…
…for that bliss of contentment…
…that ananya santhusti…
…for that array of peace…
…for that inexplicable joy that eternally satisfies the soul,
Come, Oh! Sovereign Heart of Creation,
Manifest that miracle,

For the sake of samastha lokaah…and samastha jeeva,
Of Your forever incomparable and infinite Grace…
…grant right away…
…that long awaited phenomenally colossal spray…
Come now, my Beloved Mother Sai…
Santhusti Pradaan Kardey…
Ab aabhi jaao, Sai Maa merey –
Samastha Shristi Ko Santusht Kardey…

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Sri Sathya Sai Newsletter – Pune Youth Wing, Guru Purnima 2017 Issue

Sairam Dear Sisters and Brothers,

Auspicious Guru Purnima Greetings!

The Sri Sathya Sai Youth Wing – Pune, with profound love, offers unto those beauteous Lotus Feet of our cherished Parent, Sole Friend, Soul Companion, Lord and Guru, the Ashadi/Guru Purnima 2017 Issue  of this Newsletter as an act of wholesome worship, devotion and adoration…an Aradhana. A sincere attempt to dedicate our life and time to the One Who gave us time and life….through lifetimes! His Time, His Life…wafting glorious messages indeed for us all…sublime communications whispering promises of ascension…if we but act His Words.

May the words that you read touch your heart, mind and soul even as every aspect of Beloved Bhagawan ceaselessly touches our very core.

May our adulation for our Dear Lord ever swirl and unfurl, grow and flow, blossom and bloom in to thoughts, words and deeds that have the fragrance of a Peaceful Coexistence with all beings the Cosmos through, showering petals of Samastha Lokaah/Jeeva Sukhino Bhavantu – a befitting tribute to His Teachings, His Precepts, His Life and His Eternal Presence.

May we experience Him…His Smiling Gaze evermore.

Love, Light, Grace…and Happy Reading!

Newsletter 61 Guru Purnima 2017

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Without Her…Within Her…A Tribute To My Beloved Mother…

Without Her…Within Her…
…A Tribute To My Beloved Mother…
…Like Her There Will Never Be Another…
She resonates as a melodious hymn for Him…
…with no end…and no beginning…

That holy Thursday etched a pious departure scene,
The second day in the month of February 2017,
This divine lady whom i was blessed to know…
…as my Ma…my Mother…
…decided to swirl out of the physical…
Her devotion made her merging…
…with the Supreme Soul quite mystically aesthetical,
She was…is for all times my beloved one…
…but she was…is the beloved of the Lord too,
Having spent all her time…
…most of her life chanting His Name thoroughly through,
The One Whom she did earnestly with her japa call,
Unto the Shimmering Cosmic Bosom did her now recall…

To each person their Mother is precious…
…and the best ever…
Being the chosen instrument to deliver…
…their soul unto earth…
…therefore certainly perennially priceless…
…is her worth…
Thus it was that…
…in her womb…the journey…
…for this lifetime had begun…
…And with her unique loving ways…
…she became for all times my beloved one…

She was a rare beauty in her time of youth,
And,
As regards the melody…the purity,
…the divine quality in her voice…
…there was ne’er a dispute…
Ma she was for the ladies who served her…
…for the vegetable vendors…
…the plumber or electrician…
…or whosoever chose to interact with her…
…so wondrous were her ways and wonderful her nature…

Though Ma came from a small town – Kalyani,
In West Bengal,
Her courage and will nothing could stall,
Having little formal education…
After her marriage with steadfast resolve…
…she taught herself English…
…and waltzed on the wings of her own tune…
…and exclusive acoustic…
…to cinch an M.A. in Music…
Her children were sole priority,
Till the grandchildren came along,
Her gentle gestures and love had a melody…
…similar to her song…
An enthusiastic octogenarian she was…
…her culinary passion deserved…
…true applause and flatter…
…for invariably incomparable were her dishes…
…frequently bringing forth a most distinctly delicious platter,
Oh! What about her desserts…?
Each innovative creation…
…was a marvellous appetite enchanter…
She knew so well each ones likes and dislikes,
And, her talk was full of diplomatic sighs,
She was most joyous when all did around her gather,
All else would freeze…
…till she fulfilled her loved ones needs…
To her their happiness was all that did really matter…

Her physical self went through an immense ordeal…perhaps an encounter with remnants of karmic debts made her well-being reel. She bore it all so stoically. We wondered if she was in tune with her Lord, was she taking His Name as she regularly did. Normally her Namasmaran, adoringly dedicated to the various deities, adorned the seconds of her day: 25000 times Ma Durga’s special stotra japa…some more potent tens of thousands of Hare Krishna Maha Mantra, Gayatri Mantra, Hanuman Chalisa…and so on and so forth. She never ate anything before offering it to her ‘Swami’…and any new item, be it a fruit, food preparation or clothing had to be first presented to dear Baba…in her ‘Thakur Ghor’…the little room reserved for God and prayers.

During the last few years she had to be wheeled around as she had lost her mobility to a great extent. So she would sit in her wheelchair at the entrance to our ground floor home, look at the plants and flowers and pass her time chanting. While doing so she would be quite vigilant as to the functioning of all the household chores. She was a homemaker par excellent. Then she would give instructions for the birds to be fed a few yards in front of her…and would be delighted to watch the crows, mynahs, sparrows, other beautifully coloured winged wonders feeding or drinking water from the pot specially kept for them. When the neighbourhood cat came along, at times with her kittens in tow, it gave her great joy to watch this feline ‘mumma’ indulge her mewing young ones.

To keep her mind off health issues, she would read books on her Baba or perhaps a Newspaper or watch cookery shows on TV and though her hearing had diminished she would read the subtitles and discuss the recipes with others.  Sometimes i would take her for a spin in the neighbourhood on her wheelchair…particularly to show her the magnificent colours of flowering trees, a wondrous sunset, that charming full moon…or simply take a round of the society, literally down memory lane pointing out homes of persons from her time, recollecting sweet moments. She would come back home, check her own garden and put to task the hired help in charge of keeping it clean. The ladies who came in as our domestic helpers were extremely fond of her and would go to any extent to please her. So amiable was her nature that other women who came to work in the society compound would come up to talk to her, have a drink of water, chat with her…and never forget to wave out to her as they filed out after completion of a hard day’s labour. This was a daily episode as our residence is en route to the exit gate. She admired any new dress they happen to wear, commenting joyfully at the colour combinations, while if one of them did not have their blouses matching with their saris she would reprimand them and they would all start giggling. In her own way she taught those assisting her in the household chores to have a bath every day, keep their houses clean, look after their children well, have vibhuti, say ‘Sai Ram’ and remember God. She would insist and encourage them to send their children to school so that they could enhance their opportunities and income as well as have a better life.

She was the most wonderful homemaker and her link with Bhagawan was amazing.  Her deep love for her Ishta Devata…her chosen cherished personal Deity, her precious Gurudeva…flowed melodiously as bhajan renditions, some of which like ‘Gurudevaya Namo Namo…Hey Parameshwara Namo Namo…’ were her own compositions. Her ‘sur and taal’…tone and rhythm were definitely a celestial gift. Perhaps she was one of the musical notes that chose to experience a human birth! Many still remember her for the way she serenaded Bhagawan at local bhajan gatherings, especially when the environment reverberated with her matchless articulation of ‘Akhanda Jyoti Jalao’.

Gradually her outward seva involvements diminished and as time and age took a toll on her body her nightingale voice too was withdrawn. This withdrawal hurt her deeply. Singing for her Master was her life. Then, after the excruciating blow in April 2011, when Bhagawan enacted His crucial heart-shattering drama, her health was never quite steady nor her well-being consistent. ‘Kaeno Swami amni korlo… (Why did Swami do this?)’, she would constantly ponder and thus did she always contemplate, wondering about the supreme boon of living at the same time as the Avatar…of joy having been removed from life now. She would keep asking all to call Him intensely – ‘Unka Avahan karo…’ would be her refrain…‘call Him, invite Him…invoke Him’.

A series of ailments beset her frail body from 18th December 2016. She would recover and droop again. In the early hours of 21st January, she woke up had a few sips of water and choked on it. Slumping down, her lips turned blue…somehow by inserting my fingers in her mouth right up to her throat to dislodge the block, i manged to ‘bring’ her back. By the time the doctor arrived she smiled, chatted with her and even told her she loved her. Later however, as events unfolded, the doctor suspected she might have suffered a minor stroke then. Throughout Tuesday, 31st January, she lay in some kind of deep sleep state and opened her eyes at night on her own only when close family members arrived, somehow sensing their presence. She even smiled and looked upon them with immense love.
During her final moments, before curtains down, as a grand finale, she suddenly woke up from a semi coma state, having had no proper ‘outer’ nourishment by way of food or water for a few days, and started chanting ‘Sai Nath, Sai Ram…’ for almost five hours. Though a bit slurred in the beginning it soon got clearer. Inner nourishing of the soul was on…which was a bittersweet relief.  In between she would repeat, ‘Sai Nath Aao…’ (Come Lord Sai).
This occurred in the wee hours of Wednesday, 1st February 2017. It began around 3.30 am and continued on till 9 am. Her face, which reflected pain, was now glowing. As we made her sit up, supporting her carefully while changing her garment, she exclaimed, ‘Mata Aeshayche…’ meaning – Divine Mother has come. We were perplexed at this statement. Then we realised it happened to be Basant Panchami day, dedicated and celebrated with special offerings to Mother Saraswati, the Goddess of Creativity, Music, Art, Science, Knowledge and Enlightenment!

A few days prior to this, all of a sudden, she woke up early evening from her semi-conscious state, as though nudged awake and with a startled wide eyed look stared at Swami’s big picture on the opposite wall – a favourite one. This occurred even as i kept appealing to Bhagawan – Is she taking Your Name, sweet Lord…? Your Name has to be on her lips and hers on Your Lips…it has to be a grand culmination to a Divine Romance…she has to leave with dignity…having adored You exclusively and to the exclusion of all else.
Subsequently, now on the penultimate day of her merger, through her suffering, she awoke to chant His Name, as mentioned earlier. She kept caressing her pillow which had Swami’s Lotus Feet embossed on it. When given the Hiranyagarbha Lingam picture, though her right arm was swollen like a baseball bat, she held the picture lovingly, trying her best to do so with both her trembling hands, tracing her fingers upon it…as though she was touching her Beloved Master…His Hair, His Hand, His Eyes, His Face. We were witness to a celestial rendezvous…a transcendental tryst…a sanctified mystical meeting. Despite the huge swelling in her right arm, she, with some assistance held the picture and even raised it to her lips to kiss it. Before this she had been a bit exasperated with her Swami, saying that He was not listening  to her anymore these days and was too busy someplace else. But apparently ‘they’ had made up, for her countenance which had a pained expression hitherto…was now radiantly lit, her eyes were sparkling…she looked like a beaming bride!

Her granddaughter tried to adjust the cushion supporting her hands and felt a sharp prick of some kind of a current. Her Swami was there…He had come for her! However, the veil of Maya had wrapped itself around us all who were standing by her. At that time we thought she was looking at a picture…but on deep retrospect, we are certain she was ‘seeing’ Him….that was why she was so radiant…and had gathered the requisite stamina to do a chanting marathon.

Only the potent grace of Bhagawan could allow anyone the awareness and strength to do so in their final moments. Her intake of food or water had completely stopped…that night, however, as she intoned His Sacred Name, we alternated between putting drops of holy ganga jal and vibhuti water in her mouth.

She was against being taken to the hospital as she had undergone quite a few harrowing visits over the years. During the last hospital stay, we had to sign a paper of indemnity that verified that we were taking her home, out of the ICU, at our own risk. This was in January 2013. She was happy to be home…and here she wanted to stay as her body worked out the last vestiges of karmic debts. She was surrounded by her loved ones and pictures of the One she adored wholeheartedly. Bhagawan’s grace was such that her doctor loved her enough to go out of her way, overcoming personal schedules, to pay home visits, even on Sundays. This time round her maladies pursued her from mid December 2016 to early February 2017. With her extremely low food and water consumption, worried family members contemplated taking her to the hospital every now and then, but respecting her wish, the decision would invariably culminate in allowing her to remain in the environment she loved so much…that she was comfortable in…the utmost advantage being that she was encircled by those who adored her and whom she adored. Moreover, she was also surrounded by pictures of Swami, in all shapes and sizes and chants were being hummed and played for her highest benefit all through the day and night.

The pain of watching her suffer was acute, for her agony was a personal anguish. She would recover and slide back….and with that our spirit would sag and slack. Lord, grant us the strength to accept Your Will…was the constant prayer…please let her live with dignity or else draw her unto You with dignity.

Though prolonged, yet soon, much too soon for us all, her call had come, the shimmering glades of forevermore…that lay in that ‘Vishaal Hrudaya’ were beckoning her…perhaps to overcome, pay off the dues of kismet…she kept slipping in and out of various ailments sequentially. Earlier on, she had asked me to help her get well…i had helplessly looked at Bhagawan, even as i reassured her. His plans for her ‘wellness’ was something much higher than what the human mind can fathom.  It was late evening on Thursday, 2nd February; Bhagawad Gita chapters had just been read aloud…bhajans had been sung…her oxygen and pulse counts were being closely monitored. Suddenly, the gadget kept tripping, the screen blank with no reading on any finger except the thumb. We tried it on our fingers and it seemed normal. The Doctor had attended to her and left. We wondered if we should call and verify. I recollect speaking aloud my feelings – Maa, you are our jaan (life force). You have given us more love than God Himself.

Then, even as we watched she appeared to have stopped breathing despite the oxygen generator that she was on…we quickly raised the level up as advised by the doctor. Simultaneously we all started chanting ‘Sai Ram’ aloud. She appeared to breathe again and we all exclaimed – She is coming back! However, it seemed she was waiting for vibhuti water and ganga jal, for as we placed drops of it into her mouth, she took a couple of deep, deep, deep breaths and merged in the Supreme Beloved eternally.

An era had come to a close. No more suffering for the mortal body, nor for the mind any agitation. Transcending karmic retribution…the soul had finally won. Bhakt and Bhagawan were One.

She remains a melodious hymn for Him…with no end…and no beginning…

We remain forever within her…for there is no such place as without her…together we are One within the Divine Mother.

Amazing are the Lord’s ways…balming expressions…ever so exclusive and distinct…of His Presence.
After a serene conclusion to the formal prayer offerings…satisfying certain customs for the soul’s onward journey, the notification that propped up on the cell phones of some dear family members was – ‘Welcome to Puttaparthi’… ‘Prasanthi Nilayam 400 m’… ‘It looks like you are at Radio Sai’…! This episode made the priest officiating the prayer ceremony too beam knowingly. Prior to this the location status showed the exact present area in our city – Pune, which is approximately 644 Kms/400 Miles away from Puttaparthi.
But our Beloved Lord knew as to how tender were our emotions…
…and thus did uniquely clarify…
…that the soul had chosen to suffer enormously so as to unify…
He was guiding and watching over us all…
…and that ‘our mother’ was now One with her Mother…
…the Divine Empress of the Universe…the Cosmic Mother – Mother Sai.

PS – Ma’s bhajan composition – Gurudevaya Namo Namo…which has been infused in between these pages above via a link was a ‘home recording’. Ma was then in her late seventies.

 

 

 

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Radiantly Lit

The Universe is inside me…
…i can choose to manifest peace and harmony,
Transformations galore…
…rising from the Transcendental One,
…residing deep in my fathomless inner core,
There,
There is a place that is open to all,
It knows no door,
All i need to do is awareness re-enforce,
The heart knows the Source…
…the soul is eternally a part of It…
…That It is ever abiding, unfading, never extinct…
…never eclipsed…
Sathya Sai is that Almighty It,
That Incomprehensible, Effulgent Cosmic Mist,
Within Him all of creation does exist,
In the shimmering truth of that Infinite Everlasting Radiance…
…i remain radiantly lit…

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