Sai Baba the Master - By E.Bhardawaj

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One day Mr. Bhangara had to go on an official camp. His wife insisted that

he should return by evening. When he bowed to Baba the voice said, “Son, you

can’t return today.” To test whether it was a message from Baba, he started

at 7.30 a.m. when the car had to stop at a level-crossing, a gentleman got

down from a state transport bus and got into Bhangara’s car saying that he

was in a hurry to reach his destination sooner. While travelling on a ghat

road, the car took a turn and the breaks failed completely. The car was

racing down the slope with increasing speed. There was a deep valley on one

side and a hill on the other. The driver told them not to get panicky and

that he would try to dash the car against the hill in the safest possible

manner. But whenever he tried to do so some vehicle or the other came up

that side and they narrowly missed a collision. Bhangara recollected Baba’s

message and felt that it signified his imminent death. Being a palmist,

Bhangara remembered that his hand indicated sudden death at that time. He

desperately prayed, “Baba, I know that I have to die some day. Yet at least

for the sake of my family you have to save my life this time. I shall not

henceforth doubt your messages.”

 

One of the tires of the car hit a stone on the road and stopped. The driver

changed the tire and they reached their destination in seven hours. There

was no chance for Bhangara to return home that evening!. Mr. Chitnis was at

first fascinated by a beautiful picture of Baba and read several books on

him. He visited Shirdi in 1952 and felt that he had returned to his own

place. The very first sight of Baba’s samadhi had impressed him for good.

 

In 1957, his sister at Bombay was seriously ill and the family wished to

start by plane. His parents could secure a seat by the next plane but his

name was kept in the waiting list. Mr.Chitnis sat there silently praying to

Baba that by the time they reach Bombay his sister should recover her

health. He suddenly found an old fakir standing by. The latter looked sad

and gestured accordingly. The next moment, the fakir was not to be seen! It

suddenly occurred to him that the fakir was Sai Baba himself. He was

surprised to learn that none else saw the fakir. At last when Mr. Chitnis

reached Bombay his sister was no more.

 

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