JAI SAI RAM,
As told by BABA "call me and I am by your side" so it happened to me couple of times. Once my aunt on my request to come with me to Ajmer for the interview my son Hrishikesh had to appear for his admision to the Mayo College agreed to but she put two conditions one to take her to PUSHKAR the HOLY TIRTH and second to visit the KWAJA SAHIB'S DARGAH to offer prayers . Why the DARGAH? I wondered but I thought fine I must respect her faith. We proceeded to Ajmer reaching Mayo College the day before the interview and tests. By GOD'S GRACE the interview and the entrance tests went fine . We had two days at hand before returning home to Mumbai. The next day we went to PUSHKAR was amazed at the peace and tranquility of the SAROVAR no wonders it was the CHOSEN PLACE OF BRAHMAJI after all.
The next day we went to the DARGAH .Never before had I gone to any MASJID or a DARGAH, I had lot of apprehensions in my mind , but with respect to my aunt faith unquestionably followed her , her's also was a first visit , she had though read about KWAJA SAHIB We entered the worship area where some muslim monks were reciting verses from THE HOLY KURAN.With due respects we sat down in vajrasana the muslims pray in this posture so we did and the monk asked us to bow low , he then with a broom hit on our backs, My son Hrishikesh just seven year old , took this well ,though I did not like that then later I was explained this is the way the monks bless in masjids.
Well , I thought with lot of scepticism in me. All the time my aunt prompting me to have faith in my heart.Later we were gestured to enter the DARGAH area where I saw the previous batch of people under a heavy big carpet so big that it accomodated 50 people at a time, The sight sent fears in my heart , Thinking I was then how we wil all be inside such a large group won't my little son get suffocated so will we. Just then we were all pushed as soon as the previous lot left. I SAID A SILENT PRAYER" OH KHWAJAJI I know you not whosoever you are to me you are my SAIBABA so accept my humble prayers"
AND LO! A MIRACLE HAPPENED .
BENEATH THE HEAVY CARPET WHEREIN ALMOST 50 OF US WERE MADE TO LAYDOWN ON OUR KNEESIN THE ALLY BUILT SURROUNDIN IN THE TOMB .WHERE LAY THE SAINT'S REMAINS ,WHERE I THOUGHT WE WOULD BE SWEATING WITH HEAT AND THE IMPURITY OF THE EXHALING AIR FROM ALL OF US AND WOULD BE DARK ,.
INSTEAD THERE WAS BRIGHT LIGHT WHERE COULD IT HAVE COME WHEN THERE WAS NO ELECTRICAL CONNECTIONS BLUBS OR OIL LAMPS AND I FELT COOL MOUNTAIN BREEZE .MY DOUBTS WERE CLEARED AND MY FEARS VANISHED AND I REALIZED THAT NO OTHER THEN MY SAIBABA HAD REINTRODUCED HIMSELF AS THIS SUFFI SAINT LYING IN THE DARGAH.
TEARS SWELLED IN MY EYES WITH REAL TRUE FAITH I BOWED TO THIS HOLY SPIRIT KHWAJA SAHIB.
Then on coming out of the DARGAH AREA, I wanted all the more with intensity the history of this place see the whole masjid the spots where the saint sat read whatsoever but who would? There was no such facility except literature sold out in bookstores , how I wished then would have somebody take us around. Give us a tour.BABA'S GRACE worked here as well and a tall gentleman with sharp features and expressive eyes clad in a green cloak came along asking us if we needed to see the place in Hindi,
before even my aunt would respond I said OH THAT WILL BE GREAT.
He smiled I saw a glow in his eyes he took us around telling us in fluent English all about KWAJA SAHIB his greatness in spirituality with the exact dates when and who built this wonderful MASJID Simple language which my son also could understand , was amazing. An hour's tour was so absorbing that we did not realize the time and back we were at the EXIT GATE.
Then the mother in me thought my son has not had his lunch and it is 5pm he must be hungry .So in that rush forgot the courtesy of thanking . Hardly did we take a few steps outside and I realized my MISTAKE, just requested my aunt to watch my son.
I rushed back to the Masjid looking for that gentleman , silly I felt that none of us asked his name neither did he tell us , I asked so many people describing him if they saw him .
All said NO THERE IS NOBODY MATCHING MY DESCRIPTION EVER SEEN IN THE MASJID.
WHO WAS HE THEN? MY GOOD GOD!!!! A QUESTION CAME UP IN MY MIND,WHICH IS EVEN NOW WHEN I THINK ABOUT .
WAS HE KWAJAJI HIMSELF OR MY BABA?
WHO SO EVER HE BE HE WAS THE DIVINE WHO TOUCHED MY SOUL.
THIS I WANT TO SHARE WITH YOU ALL of my another experience will write later.
IN THE NAME OF MY HOLY MASTER SHRI SADGURU SAINATHAYA NAMAH ------ MIRA.