SAIBABA-The Protector

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SAIBABA-The Protector

It was a Thursday dated 19th January 1984 when myself and a colleague Mr. T.

R. C. Menon got out of the Z. P. Guest House at Jalgaon-Jamod (Maharashtra)

and got into a readily available vacant taxi to reach Nandura Railway

Station. The driver required about half an hour's time to take off. So we

both walked across the road to a small tea-stall. Time was 6.30 A. M.

 

As the ordered bread and tea was awaited, my sight was attracted by a photo

of Sai Baba visible in the adjacent pan-shop. I pointed out the same to my

companion and told him that it was an auspicious Thursday morning to have

darshan of our blessing SAI.

 

Placing a loaf of bread, the stall keeper went back to his assistant to help

making a special tea for us. Mr. Menon refused bread and preferred only tea

when I was unwrapping the bread. Looking at the SaiNath's photo I sat quiet.

Then I closed my eyes for a minute, meditating on Him. As I opened the

eyes I saw a young Muslim Fakir aged around 28 years standing at the

entrance with a smile and looking straight into my eyes. A green cloth

fastened around his head, he wore a white loose kurta and lungi. One small

black bowl in his hand suggested that he came for begging alms. But it was

surprising to note that he did not ask anyone for alms or money. Just with

the same smile and a calm look into my face he merely stood.

 

Not a word was spoken by the fakir. The look from his bright eyes was full

of affection for me. His blissful smile responded in me an overflowing joy.

Like the waves on the sea jumping higher with happiness at the appearance of

a full Moon-my joy touched new bights at the sight of this fakir.

Inexplicable exchange of some unknown silent feelings between us was a great

experience in itself.

 

I nodded my head silently calling him. The fakir came closer, only a table

in the middle separated us. First two slices of bread offered by me with

devotion were accepted. He lost no time to wave his hand and very swiftly

walked out to disappear from my vision. That silent and affectionate smile

glowing from his bright face still remained in my mind and I was fully

convinced that that fakir is none but our Sai-Malik.

After a couple of days when I returned to Aurangabad from my tour, I was

shocked to see at home the walls, roof and window glass-panes of the kitchen

room badly damaged. My wife Usha thus narrated to me about the dangerous

accident which recently occurred.

 

On Thursday (19th January 1984) by morning 10 a. m. my wife filled up the

pressure-cooker with necessary contents to be cooked for lunch and placed it

on an electric stove (Cooking gas was exhausted) and went into the drawing

room where she sat reading some books. Though generally very cautious while

cooking, that day she happened to be somewhat negligent being fully

engrossed in reading until she looked at the watch showing 10.45 a. m. She

got up from the sofa remembering suddenly about the cooker on the stove and

wondered how it has failed to vigil for 45 minutes. Then, hardly she covered

a few steps and at once halted before the kitchen door when a big explosive

sound, almost deafening the ears, came as a shock. The pressure cooker had

burst and caused dangerous havoc in a most unexpected accident.

 

Narendranath Mungara

Aurangabad

 

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Source Shri Sai Leela June 1985.