BY PUJYA SRI NARASIMHASWAMY JI
CRYPTIC WORDS OF SAI BABA
POONA PROFESSOR'S EXPERIENCES
Among the data that B. V. Narasimhaswamy has gathered for the biography of Sai Baba, is a statement from the late Prof. G. G. Narke, M.A.,MSc., Professor of Geology, in the Engineering College of Poona.
Prof. Narke first went to the Saint in 1913 soon after his return from Manchester, and when he was introduced, Sai Baba remarked; "You introduce him to me! I have known him for 30 generations".
That was something strange for an England returned person; but he bad another surprise soon after. Here is his own version of it:—
"At the Arati, Sai Baba was in a towering passion. He fumed, cursed and threatened for no visible cause. I doubted if he was a madman. That was a passing thought".
"In the afternoon, he stroked my head and said: 'I am not mad.' Nothing is concealed from him. Nothing was beyond him or concealed from him, past, present or future".
No Fakir's Gown :
"My mother was anxious about my employment. I was being tossed from place to place and had often periods of unemployment. Sometimes I had stray fancies that a fakir's life was good for me also".
One day in 1914, Baba had got ready a number of kupnis (which are worn by fakirs) and presented a number of people with them. I was watching the distribution from a distance and hoped that one might be conferred upon me. He beckoned to me and placing his hands kindly on my head, stroked it and said: "Don't blame me for not giving you a kupni. That Fakir (evidently meaning God) has not permitted me to give you one".
Promise of Job :
"My relations were asking Baba what was to become of me and Baba told them: I will settle him at Poona".
"I got sometimes a number of jobs (i.e. prospecting for mines) at the same time and I went to Baba each time relying wholly on his foresight. He would choose the place and always add 'Poona' after it'1.
"In 1916 I had to choose between an offer from Benares of a professorship and a prospecting job in Burma. Baba told me: 'Go to Burma and Poona'. I always laughed within myself at the addition of Poona, as I was a mining engineer and Poona held no prospects for me".
Solved soon :
"It was in 1917 that the announcement was made that a Professor of Geology was wanted for the Engineering College at Poona. I asked Baba if I should try for the place. He said 'Yes' and I went to Poona. After I left, he asked: "Where is Narke gone?" He was told that I had gone for the appointment. 'Allah will bless,' was Baba's remark".
"Even in 1913, Baba was seeing my present permanent appointment as Professor of Geology in Poona which I have held since 1918'*.
Cryptic Language :
"Baba's language was highly cryptic, full of symbology. A literal translation would be made by superficial people who would then conclude that he was a worldly man among worldly men, and very avaricious at that".
"For instance, a man came to Baba and watched him for a time. Asked for his impressions, he said: 'I never saw any saint till now talking of money all the hours of the day.' This man did not know that paisa was used by Baba to denote merit (punya) and not money".
‘'One day Baba asked me several times to give him Rs. 15 as dakshina. I had then no money and he knew it full well. So when I was alone with him, I said: Baba, you know I have no money, and why do you ask for Rs. 15 dakshina?"
The Dakshina :
"Baba answered that he knew my impecunious condition well enough. 'But', he added, 'you are reading a book now. The part you are now reading is specially important. Get me Ks. 15 dakshina from that'."
"I was reading Yoga Vasishta. Getting money out of it meant deriving valuable lessons therefrom; and giving the money to Baba of course meant lodging the lessons in my heart."
18 January 2009
WONDEROUS SAINT SRI SAI BABA-PART 1
BY PUJYA SRI NARASIMHASWAMY JI
A SAINT OF MAHARASTRA
Thou seemest human and divine,
The highest, holiest manhood, Thou.
—In Memoriam,
Who is Sai Baba? Few raise this question. They call (him a Satpurusha, and believe that they understand, what (that is. But some do ask; and some answer must be given.
At the very outset, however, one encounters obstacles of various sorts. Apart from those ultra-rationalists to whom the name Satpurusha carries with it associations of supersti¬tion, miracle-mongering and money-swindling, there are overzealous votaries to whom it Is presumption, if not sacrilege, to attempt to understand a Satpurusha. One of this latter type approached this writer as he began his first study of saints in the Maharashtra and said, "My dear man, you want to study and understand a Satpurusha! Give it up, I tell you, give it up. You cannot understand a Satpurusha. It Is simply impossible". To the speaker, a Satpurusha was suffused with the Infinite glory and perfection of Godhead; and as God Is declared to be absolute and unknowable learned Ignorance was to be pitied if it dared to gaze at and study the effulgent Satpurusha with a view to paint him in true colours with weak works, In matter-moulded forms of speech. It may be conceded that personality—even one's own—Is so difficult to grasp and describe that a saint's is sure to present greater difficulties. One may, however, hope that the presentation of a sketch after a well-conducted inquiry may be of some use to earnest seekers after Truth.
As a Youth :
If biography of saints is difficult, that of Sai Baba is attended with difficulties almost insuperable. A cloud of mystery hangs over all the affairs of his life and completely veils off his birth, parentage and early life. None knows anything about that period. As though he had dropped from another planet, he suddenly appeared at Shirdi (in the Ahmadnagar district) as a lad of sixteen. Moving about hither and thither for a while the young fakir settled at Shirdi taking his residence at first in a hollow under a neem tree and finally at the local mosque. None could discover if he was adopting any Sadhanas, But one fine day, when there was no oil in his lamps, he caused a flutter by keeping them burning all night with water alone evidently converting water into oil. He also nursed patients and administered medicines compounded by himself to all and sundry—of course, gratis. But soon he dropped that practice and gave patients and .people in distress bits of ashes from the perpetual gee that he kept up; and devils and diseases, infirmities and troubles of all sorts were removed.
Stream of Visitors :
His blessings (Anugraha) were constantly sought and given, of course gratis, and proved efficacious in obtaining Issue for the issueless, service for the unemployed. No wonder that he who was first contemptuously ignored as the "crazy fakir" became the centre of attraction at Shirdi drawing crowds from far and near. Among those came a Collector's Chitnis, Nana Saheb Chandorkar, and a constable, Das Ganu, now well-known as a Kirtankar, who went about .giving a glowing picture everywhere of the greatness of the Shirdi saint. Bombay then began pouring its flood of pious Visitors and curiosity hunters into Shirdi, with a persistence and force that quite transformed the village and its forms of worship.
Scattered Money :
Among the visitors we find Mrs. and Mr. Curtis (Sir George Seymour Curtis), Revenue Commissioner, and Lokamanya Bal Gangadhar Tilak. With the advent of this flood of visitors, a large stream of wealth and material for pompous display poured in. The former "poor fakir' was turned (against his will) into a Maharaj or Prince, with silver palanquin, State umbrella, a car, a horse and preceded by a procession of bearers of silver mace, and all other princely paraphernalia. The income that flowed (chiefly by way of dakshina) was, during the last decade of Sai Baba's life, many thousands of rupees every month. But all this pomp and all this wealth served only to set off Baba's humility, holy poverty, non-attachment and purity of life. He literally scattered the moneys flowing into his hands amongst those who gathered around him.
Every morning he began and every evening he ended as a poor pauper fakir; but during the day abundance of money would flow in, and would be quickly disposed of, so much so that during the last two years of his life, income-tax was levied on those who were daily and regular recipients of his favours. Yet up to the very end of his life, Baba's sustenance was the begged bread and vegetable, his raiment was a ragged kupni and a skull cloth and his residence was the baw floor of the mosque.
A Frequent Marvel :
Other features of this saint that struck even casual observers were his unaccountable and marvellous knowledge of things and events far removed from him in the matter of time and space, and a remarkable power to foretell coming events or to force events to come to pass in accordanca with his supreme will. Visitors noted with surprise that he was frequently mentioning either expressly or by allusion their inmost secret thoughts, their remote past, past of which they had lost all memory and incidents that occurred hundred of mile away from his residence which none could possibly have communicated to him. "He speaks as one seated in my heart (Antaryami)", was a remark that frequently escaped from the lips of the visitors and devotees. His power to carry out anything that he wanted was equal to his beneficence and mercy that were as wide as they were deep, knowing no limitations or distinctions of caste, colour or creed. No wonder that even the proudest intellects bowed in submission before him and failed to find any other or more adequate name to express the possession of such wisdom, power and beneficence than God!
Even after he left the body :
Dewan Bahadur G. S. Khaparde, Member of the Council of State said of him in a preface to a short English sketch of Baba, "Sri Sai Baba fulfilled my idea of God on earth". In fact, he and a host of men of learning, wealth and position vied with each other in serving at Baba's durbar, in carrying fans or other paraphernalia at the Aratis and procession at which Sai Baba was worshipped as an incarnation of God, or as God himself. And even now, though several years have rolled away since Sai Baba's body was placed in the tomb at Shirdi, the Aratis and processions continue and the eager throng of ladies and gentlemen, Hindus and Muslims, rich and poor, scholars and rustics still serve at the durbar of Sai and declare in the following words of Bedil, the Sufi of Sind, that Baba is really alive and that they have indubitable personal experience of their own of his kindly interest and intervention in their daily life.
"These men do never die,
They become the Praised Once.
They shed mercy on the world with myriad hands;
They help the helpless.
They aid the depressed.
They leave not those that follow them when the time of danger comes.
They are men only in name.
In reality, they are God Himself.
These solitary ones are marvellous".
Personal Experiences :
The study of such a life, however difficult it may be, must certainly be very attractive to the lover of truth—more especially if he is anxious to turn his discoveries to practical account for the betterment of his own temporal and spiritual condition. To aid one in such a study is the aim of this writer or compiler of experiences, in this and the following articles. Many derive more pleasure and even benefit from chewing chopped sugarcane than by sipping the milled juice. And many desire to have the personal experiences of Sai's devotees with all the crispness, the colour and warmth that characterise their narration to a fellow-devotee or sympathetic listener; and these they would be loathe to exchange for the cold second-hand conclusions extracted there from in this writer's mental mill. Hence it is now proposed to introduce Sai Baba to the readers (especially the public outside the Bombay Presidency) through a series of striking yet credible and candid revelations of experience of several devotees whose credentials are beyond cavil.
A SAINT OF MAHARASTRA
Thou seemest human and divine,
The highest, holiest manhood, Thou.
—In Memoriam,
Who is Sai Baba? Few raise this question. They call (him a Satpurusha, and believe that they understand, what (that is. But some do ask; and some answer must be given.
At the very outset, however, one encounters obstacles of various sorts. Apart from those ultra-rationalists to whom the name Satpurusha carries with it associations of supersti¬tion, miracle-mongering and money-swindling, there are overzealous votaries to whom it Is presumption, if not sacrilege, to attempt to understand a Satpurusha. One of this latter type approached this writer as he began his first study of saints in the Maharashtra and said, "My dear man, you want to study and understand a Satpurusha! Give it up, I tell you, give it up. You cannot understand a Satpurusha. It Is simply impossible". To the speaker, a Satpurusha was suffused with the Infinite glory and perfection of Godhead; and as God Is declared to be absolute and unknowable learned Ignorance was to be pitied if it dared to gaze at and study the effulgent Satpurusha with a view to paint him in true colours with weak works, In matter-moulded forms of speech. It may be conceded that personality—even one's own—Is so difficult to grasp and describe that a saint's is sure to present greater difficulties. One may, however, hope that the presentation of a sketch after a well-conducted inquiry may be of some use to earnest seekers after Truth.
As a Youth :
If biography of saints is difficult, that of Sai Baba is attended with difficulties almost insuperable. A cloud of mystery hangs over all the affairs of his life and completely veils off his birth, parentage and early life. None knows anything about that period. As though he had dropped from another planet, he suddenly appeared at Shirdi (in the Ahmadnagar district) as a lad of sixteen. Moving about hither and thither for a while the young fakir settled at Shirdi taking his residence at first in a hollow under a neem tree and finally at the local mosque. None could discover if he was adopting any Sadhanas, But one fine day, when there was no oil in his lamps, he caused a flutter by keeping them burning all night with water alone evidently converting water into oil. He also nursed patients and administered medicines compounded by himself to all and sundry—of course, gratis. But soon he dropped that practice and gave patients and .people in distress bits of ashes from the perpetual gee that he kept up; and devils and diseases, infirmities and troubles of all sorts were removed.
Stream of Visitors :
His blessings (Anugraha) were constantly sought and given, of course gratis, and proved efficacious in obtaining Issue for the issueless, service for the unemployed. No wonder that he who was first contemptuously ignored as the "crazy fakir" became the centre of attraction at Shirdi drawing crowds from far and near. Among those came a Collector's Chitnis, Nana Saheb Chandorkar, and a constable, Das Ganu, now well-known as a Kirtankar, who went about .giving a glowing picture everywhere of the greatness of the Shirdi saint. Bombay then began pouring its flood of pious Visitors and curiosity hunters into Shirdi, with a persistence and force that quite transformed the village and its forms of worship.
Scattered Money :
Among the visitors we find Mrs. and Mr. Curtis (Sir George Seymour Curtis), Revenue Commissioner, and Lokamanya Bal Gangadhar Tilak. With the advent of this flood of visitors, a large stream of wealth and material for pompous display poured in. The former "poor fakir' was turned (against his will) into a Maharaj or Prince, with silver palanquin, State umbrella, a car, a horse and preceded by a procession of bearers of silver mace, and all other princely paraphernalia. The income that flowed (chiefly by way of dakshina) was, during the last decade of Sai Baba's life, many thousands of rupees every month. But all this pomp and all this wealth served only to set off Baba's humility, holy poverty, non-attachment and purity of life. He literally scattered the moneys flowing into his hands amongst those who gathered around him.
Every morning he began and every evening he ended as a poor pauper fakir; but during the day abundance of money would flow in, and would be quickly disposed of, so much so that during the last two years of his life, income-tax was levied on those who were daily and regular recipients of his favours. Yet up to the very end of his life, Baba's sustenance was the begged bread and vegetable, his raiment was a ragged kupni and a skull cloth and his residence was the baw floor of the mosque.
A Frequent Marvel :
Other features of this saint that struck even casual observers were his unaccountable and marvellous knowledge of things and events far removed from him in the matter of time and space, and a remarkable power to foretell coming events or to force events to come to pass in accordanca with his supreme will. Visitors noted with surprise that he was frequently mentioning either expressly or by allusion their inmost secret thoughts, their remote past, past of which they had lost all memory and incidents that occurred hundred of mile away from his residence which none could possibly have communicated to him. "He speaks as one seated in my heart (Antaryami)", was a remark that frequently escaped from the lips of the visitors and devotees. His power to carry out anything that he wanted was equal to his beneficence and mercy that were as wide as they were deep, knowing no limitations or distinctions of caste, colour or creed. No wonder that even the proudest intellects bowed in submission before him and failed to find any other or more adequate name to express the possession of such wisdom, power and beneficence than God!
Even after he left the body :
Dewan Bahadur G. S. Khaparde, Member of the Council of State said of him in a preface to a short English sketch of Baba, "Sri Sai Baba fulfilled my idea of God on earth". In fact, he and a host of men of learning, wealth and position vied with each other in serving at Baba's durbar, in carrying fans or other paraphernalia at the Aratis and procession at which Sai Baba was worshipped as an incarnation of God, or as God himself. And even now, though several years have rolled away since Sai Baba's body was placed in the tomb at Shirdi, the Aratis and processions continue and the eager throng of ladies and gentlemen, Hindus and Muslims, rich and poor, scholars and rustics still serve at the durbar of Sai and declare in the following words of Bedil, the Sufi of Sind, that Baba is really alive and that they have indubitable personal experience of their own of his kindly interest and intervention in their daily life.
"These men do never die,
They become the Praised Once.
They shed mercy on the world with myriad hands;
They help the helpless.
They aid the depressed.
They leave not those that follow them when the time of danger comes.
They are men only in name.
In reality, they are God Himself.
These solitary ones are marvellous".
Personal Experiences :
The study of such a life, however difficult it may be, must certainly be very attractive to the lover of truth—more especially if he is anxious to turn his discoveries to practical account for the betterment of his own temporal and spiritual condition. To aid one in such a study is the aim of this writer or compiler of experiences, in this and the following articles. Many derive more pleasure and even benefit from chewing chopped sugarcane than by sipping the milled juice. And many desire to have the personal experiences of Sai's devotees with all the crispness, the colour and warmth that characterise their narration to a fellow-devotee or sympathetic listener; and these they would be loathe to exchange for the cold second-hand conclusions extracted there from in this writer's mental mill. Hence it is now proposed to introduce Sai Baba to the readers (especially the public outside the Bombay Presidency) through a series of striking yet credible and candid revelations of experience of several devotees whose credentials are beyond cavil.
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