Making of a disciple

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|| Gurur Brahma, Gurur Vishnu, Gururdevo Maheshwarah,

Guruh sakshat Parabrahma, Tasmai Shri Guruve namaha ||

 

" Guru (spiritual teacher) is Brahma, Guru is Vishnu, Guru is

Maheshwar, Guru is verily Parabrahma, my adoration to Him. "

 

A simple hymn, known for ages; yet, for some, might require more than

one lifetime to understand.

 

I take my time, my logic doesn't let me sway without my usual dose of

pondering. Since I was destined, my conscience glided me towards him

before it was too late.

 

There were no needs, no desires, no expectations - nothing that

influences. I was an adamant fourteen year old brat - raw, reckless;

and he, like an ocean of knowledge, was is no hurry. Like my parents,

he trusted me unconditionally. He let me take my own turns and always

been there - watching, protecting - as I was learning to tame my wild

tendencies - overconfidence, defiance, arrogance, rage.

 

He taught - I fought, he suggested - I disagreed, he offered - I

rejected. Finally, I could see what was meant to be seen. He had

accepted me long before I could accept him. Now, I could feel his

divinity. His tests, usually considered brutal, felt pleasant like his

blessings. The whole universe was mine. Words like failure, defeat,

impossible, unattainable, weakness, fear etc. had suddenly lost their

meaning.

 

" Well begun, half done " is an old saying. I wonder, would being a

chosen disciple of the most powerful Guru of all times make me half a

complete sadhak?