My Experiences of Satya Sai - Mrs. Sharmila Sanka

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My Experiences of Satya Sai

- Mrs. Sharmila Sanka I offer this little innocent writing of mine along with

my humble salutations and love at His divine Lotus feet in order to transform

myself into divine being and spread His message of Love to the

world with His grace. Trusting Him with no trace of doubt is the only boon of my

life. My Lord! I now understood the process of moving from darkness to Light;

changing from immorality to Immortality; shedding untruth only to lead to

Truth. A heart when filled with the perfume of transformation, experiences the

great feeling of reaching the peak of the mountain. I now have the same feeling

of achieving my life’s goal in the process of making my life worthy at your

Lotus feet. Let your feet crush my ego; let your heart soften my rock-strewn

heart and let your words transform my mind. I am a little instrument in your

hand of Divinity spreading your love to the world.

OM SAI RAMKnowing who Sathya Sai Baba is but not realizing He is God, proves one

has not yet stepped on to the path of Ultimate spiritual Goal of Universal

Divine Love.

Narrating experiences of Sai which lead this little life on to the path of

reality and spirituality are all that this effort is about. These episodes

relate the transformation from the stage of a ‘Non believer’ to a stage of

‘Blind, unwavering Faith.’ I took it as a challenge not out of devotion but

out of a feeling that I should not lose and that I should acquire a seat in

that college as said by my brother-in-law. I immediately asked Baba to give me

a seat if I needed to believe him as the incarnation of God. I filled in and

sent the application to Prashantinilayam, Puttaparthi. After a few days, I

received a Call letter from the institute stating that I should attend the

entrance exam (admission test) on a particular date. I felt little relieved as

I felt half the job was done. As if not to let

me in peace for long, my intermediate exams were postponed due to some political

issues in Andhra Pradesh. The dates of my intermediate exams and that of the

admission test were clashing as if it was all pre-planned. I was so upset and

so mailed a letter to the authorities in Prashanthi Nilayam informing them the

above situation. But I surely lost all my hopes. I again received a letter from

Prashantinilayam stating that the admission test was also postponed due to the

above reason and that I could attend the test which was rescheduled. I was

overjoyed as my +2 exams would be finished by then.The day of my entrance exam

was approaching and my intensified prayers to Baba were rising to the peak

thus-“Baba, if you are really God, you will know how much I yearn for a seat in

your Institute. If you are all knowing, you will make it happen. I don’t know

how you are going to make it, but please do it. If I don’t get a seat there, it

means I need not believe you to be all

knowing.” I prepared for the entrance exam not having sufficient time for

preparation after completion of my +2 exams. The precious day had arrived

leading me to the divine land of Puttaparthy which I didn’t then realize. I

went to Puttaparthi for the first time in my life with my brother Ramesh and

sister-in-law. Baba wasn’t there. He was in Brindavan(Bangalore). The night

just before the admission test, I happened to know that the question pattern I

was preparing was quite different from the actual pattern. I met one of the

students in the motel I was staying who was also attending the same entrance

exam. I was perplexed, ashamed and didn’t know what to do. I had absolutely no

time to give a new start of preparation at that hour of previous night. That

night, I slept without sleep; I was dumb without any peace or stillness at

heart. The

Sun arose as if it was threatening me to face the consequences. I had nothing to

do except to pray to Baba to give His blessings before I gave the test. I

stepped out of my motel and then came across a small boy with some pictures in

hand. He was actually selling them and he came right in front of me. I suddenly

stopped and the picture he showed me to sell was one of Baba’s pictures. The top

most picture was Baba’s blessing picture and the bottom lines read thus-“WHY

FEAR WHEN I AM HERE?” I was thrilled and overjoyed that a first drop of tear of

joy for Baba ran down my cheek. I felt Baba was in fact blessing me. Assuming it

to be a good omen, I started off for the entrance test with lots of confidence

at heart though not at mind. The test was conducted at Baba’s Primary school.

It was a divine environment which I never imagined it to be. It was as if I was

stepping on to the land of an ancient Ashram.As I imagined it to be, the

question pattern was completely

different and somehow I managed to complete my exam. I did well in all the

chosen subjects except one of the papers. The Interview for the students who

succeeded in the entrance exam was conducted the next day and I was the last

victim to become THE focus in the interview room.That was my first ever

interview in my life and I was really tensed when I went in. There were so many

people against my imagination. They were really cool and didn’t let me off the

place any time though they had that necessity. I prepared well for the

interview, especially updated myself with the political side. When I was asked

who the President of India was, it was then I realized my mind just went blank

with no answer for a well prepared and the most common sense question. I was

ashamed but not them. They asked me many more as I was the last one to be

interviewed and I could answer all the questions to my heart’s content and

theirs too but I had the guilt of not answering the foremost question.

They were also shocked as to why the answer didn’t strike me while the answer

for the then current Election commissioner struck me so well. I was even asked

as to why I wanted to join in that Institute and one of my answers was

student-teacher relationship being good. They gave me a pleasant smile and

asked me to wait for the results. I was so eager that I couldn’t wait any

longer till I got my results. I was going on begging Baba not to disappoint me

but rather bless me with a seat. The night before my result was announced, I

for the first time dreamt of Baba where he was overtaking me in His red car. I

didn’t know what it meant but I took it as His blessing. May be it meant he

overtook my doubts, suspicions, my negativity and knowledge. I woke up in the

morning and my heart was filled with a ‘never felt before feeling’ which

was very divine. My brother kept teasing me for fun from the day of my interview

saying, “come on, pack your things, we can go home” meaning I wouldn’t get seat

there as I couldn’t answer such an easy and common sense question. I had my

breakfast and came out where in I found a big crowd at the wall of the canteen

looking for their results.I realized my fate was hung at the wall and I was

tensed and anxious to check out mine. I was there atlast eagerly staring at the

board. That very moment changed my whole life. I was really amazed to see my

name and number on the result page. I was overjoyed and let me tell you, I was

not shouting like we do in normal excited situations. When the heart is full,

the tongue gets tightened. So was I. I was literally in tears of joy and

success and thanked Baba for proving His divinity to this little ignorant

creature. With thankfulness, excitement and tears of joy, I was walking forward

and my brother was coming in the opposite direction

after his break-fast. Seeing tears in my eyes he thought his joke proved to be a

reality. He was worried a bit and asked, “didn’t you get a seat?” I then

answered in the affirmative and I let all of my tears easily roll down with no

breaks. I packed my luggage. I didn’t know we had to wear saris and so went to

Puttaparthi unprepared. So I had to buy Saris immediately as they (Indian

traditional outfit ) were to be worn by the college girl students of Anantapur

campus. We did shop a little and started off in a bus to Anantapur where the

‘Sathya Sai Institute of Higher Learning’ for women was located and which was

approximately 3 hours away from Puttaparthi.My next episode on 'My journey to

Anatapur'Thanks a lotAs Ms. vinni s.reddy- one of the members of

Telugupeople.com requested me to quote my experiences as Sathya Sai's student,

today on this precious day being Bhagawan's birthday, I started off on my

sojourn of narrating my life as a Sai

student in this website. I hope readers will have a positive heart and mind to

accept this humble offering of mine. I offer my humble salutations at the

divine feet of my Lord Sri Sathya Sai. © 2000-2005 TeluguPeople Inc.

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Dear Mrs.Sharmila,

 

With tears of bliss flowing in the eyes we read your

experiences.We will impatiently be waiting for your

further experiences.

Sai bless us.

 

At His Lotus Feet.

 

Sugathan Nambiar

[Guest guest]

A lovely letter.....

 

Dont worry about the Dashan.....you will have already had so many

"Inner Views" (Baba remind us that these "Inner Views" have as much

potency as "Interviews" !)

I pray for you that it should be His will that you have merited His Darshan.

But the "Inner Views" I have had of HIM ! These are the most treasured.......

Think of Him ! That is enough ! No one, and nothing, can touch the joy you have

of knowing Him. And look at His pictures.....that is your Darshan, if you wish.

MAKE Him appear to you ! He will do so in one way or another .......

Om Sai Ram

With His love,

Norman.

 

 

 

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