Guest guest Posted May 24, 2005 Report Share Posted May 24, 2005 One Shri S. B Nachne's little son of about nine months, named Harihar alias Sai Nath was playing with his brothers and sisters. Other grown up children had been firing crackers near by igniting coloured matches. One of these threw a burning match on the child's clothes. Sai Nath's clothes caught fire but the little boy could not understand the risk this involved. The mother was busy doing something outside there but her mind was a way from her children. So Baba appeared at once before her in the form of a Fakir and pointing to the burning child said, "Look there, see What is going on there." Thereupon the mother at once ran upto the Child removed its burning clothes in proper time. After Harihar was thus saved, the mother looked for the Fakir but during the confusion that followed on the running of the mother to the child, He disappeared altogether, no one knew where. The devout parents of Harihar rightly attributed this to Shri Baba's grace and prayed for such anxious care of them whenever so required. The self-same Nachne lost his wife in 1929. She had died leaving a three yeas old child. This almost broke Nachne's heart; and so he became so very listless to the necessities of his body that when he left Bombay for Nasik to perform the obsequial ceremonies of his wife, though it was dreary cold, he took neither a blanket nor a shawl to guard himself against it, Though he grew listless about himself, Baba could not be so; like an anxious father that He is, He assumed the form of an office peon and perched Him self just opposite to the seat, which Nachne was to occupy in the train. When Nachne got into that compartment and sat down he started asking, "Well, Where are you going? How is it you have no bedding?" Nachne replied "I am going to Nasik to perform the obsequial ceremony of my wife. I have now grown quite indifferent to my body, and care very little for the bedding." Hearing this the Patewalla (Peon) sent a friend of his to get a blanket for Nachne. Seeing that he brought the blanket in no time, Nachne remarked, "Oh it seems you live very near." The Patewalla replied, "I am a Patewalla (a peon) in Bombay Arts School and my quarters are very near. My name is Ganpatishanker. My Saheb has gone to Simla, so I have seized this opportunity for going to Nasik. If you now want to go to sleep, I will wake you up in proper time you may do so. However if you have any cash, beware of pick-pockets; if you have nothing to keep the cash safe, and if you hand it over to me, give it to me. I will keep it safe in my trunk." Nachne thereupon gave over his cash to Ganpatishanker and slept. Ganapati woke him up at Ghoty; they there washed their face and had tea. Ganpati defrayed the expenses of tea. Then they got down on Nasik Railway Station. On the way to Nasik proper in a bus Ganpatishanker said to Nachne, "Do not go to any of these Brahmin priests, they will charge you exorbitantly I will make all arrangements for the ceremonies; come with me." Saying so, he brought to him a priest, explained to the priest what and how these ceremonies had to be performed. He also pointed to Nachne a cavity in the river and asked him to stand there dipping his wife's bones there in water. As Nachne did so the bones melted away like sugar in water. As soon as the ceremonies were all over, Ganpatishanker received a telegram from his Master asking him to resume his duties. So he took Nachne's permission to leave, gave over to him to him the account of Nachne's money spent by him to the very pie, handed over to him the balance and left Nachne saying, 'I will meet you in Andheri.' On return to Bombay Nachne made all efforts to find him out but he could not succeed. He then made inquiries at the Art School; asked the Patewallas, the Professors and even the Principal; but when all of them gave one uniform reply "that there is no such peon and there was never in the service of this Art School a peon of the name of Ganpatishanker", he realised that the peon was none other than Baba himself. He himself had for him assumed the form of a Patewalla to relieve him of the stunning stroke of the misery of his wife's death and to assist him in the performance of the obsequial ceremonies. H felt extremely sorry that he had got Baba to discharge a menial's duty for him- but he was now helpless and could only requite him by his steady and unfailing devotion for him. Souce:Shri Sai The Superman by Swami Sharan Anand. *******For more on Nachne's experience: Pls read Life of Sai Baba (volume 3:Babas lovers) by Shri BVN Swami from www.saileelas.org/books.htm************* Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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