Mother Sai

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Sai Ram,

 

We always believe that Swami is a kind of Mother Figure and that we

can always go running to him for succor crying, `Ma, help me!' I have

two instances to prove that He is a Mother, indeed, though this

happened a few years back.

 

Once I was called by a voluntary org. in which I was an active member

to assist old and poor patients who had their eyes operated upon.

They said that I had to go with a few other older members to a city

hospital at 6 in the morning and that lunch would be provided for. I

left with the poor blind patients to another wing of the hospital for

their glaucoma test that took all day. No body else came to replace

me and I was left with the patients till their work was done. I was

sick with hunger and parched to the tip of my tongue. (I had left

home in the morning with a cup of coffee only). Work got over only at

around 5 in the evening and being too tired to do anything else I

returned home and went straight to bed with a headache. That night

Swami appeared in a dream and said, `Don't go out anywhere. Stay home

and write.' (I am a freelance writer for children). `If you have to

go out, eat and then go.'

 

Tell me, if not for one's mother who else would be so considerate?

 

In another instance I had gone to Puttaparthy on Seva dhal duty. It

was during Shivatrathri and akanda bhajans were held over the night.

My duty with a few others began at 2 in the morning with sweeping the

yard around the mandir and doing security service during the rest of

the day till the crows returned home. That evening I was requested to

stay back at the mandir after 6 till another seva dhal came to

replace me. She arrived at around 8.45 and I being tired and asleep

on my feet weaved my way back to the dormitory. On the way through

sleep filled eyes I saw people returning to their digs with prasadam

(Sugar pongal yum! Yum! and tamarind rice).At the dorm I spread out

my mat and prepared to ooze down when another lady asked me if I had

eaten my supper. For the next few minutes a heated argument followed

with her forcing me to return to the canteen and eat and I refusing

blatantly as I was too tired.

 

`The canteen is almost closed. There would be nothing there, aunty.'

I said.

 

`I will go and see.' The kind lady offered. `I can get a chapatti for

you.'

 

`No, no,' I said, mildly irritated. `Why can't that old lady let

sleeping souls lie? I grumbled to myself and said, `Alright, I will

go and see if I can find myself a cup of buttermilk.'

 

I weaved my way out again and on the way met another seva dhal an ex

student of Swami's college.

 

`Have you eaten?' she asked.

 

`No, I haven't. Have you?'

 

`Oh yeah, I got my prasadam along with the college students,' she

said proudly.

 

`I feel very tired,' I whined. `If this had been my mother's house

she would have spoon fed me. This is not my mother's house. There is

nobody here to even serve me food in my hand.'

 

I went into the canteen where as I had expected the vessels were

washed and left out to dry. `Try the quick meals section at the first

floor,' said another kind lady there. I went upstairs and seeing my

woebegone face the ladies there shook their heads and whispered words

of sorrow. As I was coming down again I met a lady walking up the

stairs with a bucket in her hand. And the bucket was filled to the

brim with sugar pongal. I did not know who she was and even If I were

to meet her today I would not know her. But she stopped me and

said, `Have you eaten?'

 

`No, I haven't. There is nothing left.'

 

`Did you take prasadam?'

 

`No.

 

`There is so much sugar pongal. Come and eat.'

 

`But the place is to be shut for the night. There is not even a plate

for me to eat on nor a ladle for you to serve me.'

 

That is alright,' said the lady. Come and sit on that chair and hold

out both your hands.'

 

And you won't believe it, folks, I sat there in the bikshaam dehi

pose and she filled my palms with the sweet, hot sugar pongal and

said, `Eat, eat. But slowly. Don't be in a hurry.'

 

So I heartily ate the sweet dish (I loved it) washed my hands, burped

happily and returned to my digs. Did I not tell you Swami is my

Mother?

 

buzzing like a bee drunk in Swami's divine nectar of love,

Rajyalakshmi

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beautiful! just beautiful....thanks for sharing.

love bakula x

 

 

 

vigneshwarsai <vigneshwarsai wrote:

Sai Ram

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Reading your mail I was instantly reminded [ with tears in my eyes ] the

incident in my life when I was newly married and once made a surprise visit to

my parents a little before lunch time. Cooking was completed. My mother had

gone in for her shower before prayer to be followed by lunch. What stands out

in my sweet memory is the way Mom gave instructions for the gas to be re-lit

and the pot to be put on it to make sweet Sakara pongal as it was my favorite.

My mother did not normally extend pleasentries with her daughters - she was a

strict disciplinarian. Today when I read about the events at Prashanti Nilayam

and whenever it is mentioned that Prasadam was distributed I cannot help but

think how sweet like Amritham the sweet prsadams must be - just like Swami.

Sai Ram

Saraswathy

 

"vigneshwarsai" <vigneshwarsai >

[saibabanews] Mother SaiWed, 17 Aug 2005 17:57:58 -0000

[Guest guest]

Your mail was so touching and I think that lady was Swami herself as Ma

Annapoorna she blessed you with sweet rice- you are fortunate indeed.

 

I guess we could narrate more incidents like this like Love of Swami at Parthi.

 

You are blessed and yes Love of Swami is like thousand mother's.

 

Sai Ram

 

Soumendra

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Om sai ram

Our beloved sai is related to us in real

sense-showering bundles of love,grace and blessings on

children of HIS.A small kid who sleeps calmly in the

lap of the mother-that peace,security is their in the

lap of our beloved Baba.

sai ram