One Disciple Visiting Guruji in Chandigarh

One disciple visiting guruji in Chandigarh felt heart broken at the fact that he could not get to sit close to guruji and wondered if guruji even knew of his existence. Feeling sad and dejected, he closed his eyes to pray and as soon as he did so, he saw guruji sitting with each and every disciple in the hall. It does not matter where you sit close or far. 

It does not matter if you can see him or not. Your guru will always be able to see you and is always near you. All you have to do is call out to him sin sincerely and he will be with you.

Guruji often said, Jeda mere bahut nazdeek baithda hai us da kalyaan main last wich karda haan Main ta kone wich baithe logan da pehla kalyaan karda haan. People who and try to sit close to me are the ones I bless last, I bless those who patiently sit at the back or in corners, trusting in my ability to see them even through walls.

I feel like eating paneer tikkas today. I told my mother as we were getting ready to go to guruji temple. As soon as I entered guruji temple, I completely forgot about having made such a statement. Guruji was getting ready to attend a function at a disciple home that day and asked us to join him.

After the function guruji instructed a few of us to follow his car. I presumed he was going back to the temple, but instead he drove into a five star hotel. Going straight into the coffee shop he sat down and asked us all to order whatever we wanted. I still did not remember the comment about the paneer tikkas and ordered a cold coffee and sat down to enjoy It along with guruji divine company.

I never came to know when Guruji ordered a plate of  paneer tikkas, and as it was brought to the table, guruji pushed the plate in front of me saying Aj saadi beti nu paneer tikke khan da man hai, saari plate khaa ja  Today my daughter feels like eating paneer tikkas, eat the entire plate. Never had I ever felt so loved and cherished before, and so, I ate away with tears in my eyes.

My mother and I were Sitting with Guruji

My mother and I were sitting with Guruji in his room when suddenly he said, the shiva idol at the Bada Mandir has been installed.I knew that guruji temple was being  constructed in Delhi but beyond that I knew nothing. 

I was there and I even took out a sound from the idol. I could just say yes guruji as I did not understand how he could be in Delhi when he was here with us all the time. The next day, a caretaker from the Delhi temple came with a box of sweats to meet guruji and tell him that the shiva idol had been installed the day before.

Guruji just looked at me and smiled. Similarly, we were again with guruji when he asked both my Mom and me to press his feet. Press my feet. Press my feet and I shall take a nap. My mother and I were busy pressing his feet when he woke up and asked how much time has I have already been to America. 

A saintly person visiting guruji once asked me do you think guruji is sitting here. I looked at guruji and said of course he is he sitting on his aasan can not you see him he smiled and nodded this is just his body Guruji is some where else. That when we realized that guruji had the ability to be at two or more places at the same time.

Close the Mandir Today and Tell Everyone

Close the mandir today and tell everyone I have gone out. Guru ji told my mother and I. Sukhi aunty you distribute the parshad on my behalf and after everyone has gone come we closed the temple and told everyone that guruji had gone out. We distributed the parshad from the gate to the sangat as and when they came. Some accepted his orders, took parshad and went back.

Some questioned us about his whereabouts while some got angry with us and never took the parshad. As we finished and went in, guruji told us exactly what had happened at the gate. He named the people who did not accept the parshad that day.

Do the same thing tomorrow said guruji. As instructed stood at the gate the next day to distribute the parshad. Again the same people questioned us and got angry with us, some accused us of telling lies some quietly. After we finished and went in, Guruji again gave us the details of what had happened. Guruji what was the reason behind this.

I asked Jis tarhan tusi koi cheez nu khreedan to pehla test karde ho, main bhi chela banan to pehla test karda haan. Ahankaar rab di raah te chalan nai denda. Kade bhi apne guru nu discuss na kareya karo te hamesha us di gal maneya karo Just as you test people before I make them my disciples.

He then said ego is the  is the biggest deterrent on the path of spirituality.Never question the Guru ji orders and never try to probe about your guru.

One Day as I Entered Guruji Room to Clean it I Noticed

One day as I entered guruji room to clean it I noticed a yellow patch on the green coloured carpet. Assuming someone had dropped something, I began to scrub the Patch vigorously. Just then guruji walked into the room. What happened? Asked guruji. Guruji there is a yellow patch on your carpet that I am trying to clean but  It’s not going Oh that! That patch got burned last night therefore its discolored.

Now touch it and see I have just taken out amrit from that patch as well. Although I was scrubbing the area with a dry cloth, the patch now was wet. I smelled it and it had the same divine fragrance of his amrit. The patch remained Fragrant as long as guruji was in Chandigarh.

After cleaning the temple and guruji chamber, I would then wash his clothes. Needless to say, his clothes too were drenched in divine amrit and had the same Fragrance.

I tried washing them till the fragrance could go but that was just my stupidity. The more I washed them, the stronger the fragrance grew. No matter Through how many waters I took them out of, the fragrance remained. No perfume could pass this test!

I always had a habit of collecting things that guruji discarded, things like a plaster on his finger, seeds of fruits that he ate, or an old towel or old glasses. I soon had a bagful of things belonging to guruji. I would replace his toothbrushes, sooner than they needed changing, and keep the old ones.

I even collected the dust that got swept out of his room, for me, even that was more precious than anything in the world. Guruji was obviously aware of my activities and was rather amused. If by chance I would forget to collect something of his, he would quietly push it towords me and point out Sukhmani don’t you want this I would then quickly grab it before anyone could think of throwing it away. One thing that I always had my eyes on was his shoes.

I was fortunate enough to be given his dresses as parshad but I always had my eyes on his shoes. Each time he would give them away to someone, he would look at me and smile but he never gave them to me as long as he lived in his physical body.

Every Evening we Would Bring Fresh Flowers for the Temple

Every evening we would bring fresh flowers for the temple as well as his room. I soon noticed that the ones in the temple stayed fresh for at least 3--‐4 days while the ones in his room had to be changed every day as theywould get burned. Not able to stop myself, I asked him Guruji why do the flowers in your room get burned around the edges while the onces in hall remain fresh for many days.

Sade wich jedi power hai oho ag de gole wangu hai. Jado main meditation wich baithda haan, inni power produce hundi hai ki sanu overflow karni paindi hai. Is heat naal tere phool murjha jande han. Jadon main sangat wich aasan te baithda haan, us wakht main thaude saareya utte is power udel da haan.

The Power in me is like a ball of fire. The heat generated during my meditation is what causes the flowers to get burned replied .Every night when I sit on meditation, the power in me builds up to such an extent that I have to let it overflow. When I sit on the aasan amongst all of you, is when I let the power now understood why people who came to the temple were getting cured without saying a word to guruji. His aura was so strong that whoever came within its range instantly felt better. Paani, chai, langar aur parshad wich meri power hai, jo milda hai khaai challo, mana na karo. Kade bhi parshad nu bandna nai.Jo parshad thanu mileya hai usnu tusi hi khaana hai, je bandoge ta na tuhada bhala howega na hi jis nu ditta, us da.

The water or the tea that you drink here, the langar and the parshad, are all infused with my power so never refuse anything that gets served here. said Guruji and most importantly never share your parshad with anyone. What I give you is for you alone and not for anyone else. If you share it then neither you nor the person you share it with get benefitted. It is then that I understood the importance of everything that got served in the temple. What others thought to be normal tea and food were actually divine amrit.

We Were Instructed by Guruji to Bring Halwa parshad for Him

We were instructed by guruji to bring halwa parshad for him to distribute among the sangat. We were also told that apart from the family and one of our maids, Saraswati, no one else was to enter the kitchen while the parshad was being cooked. We took great care to follow his instructions. My mother and I were given the duty to sweep and mop the entire house where guruji stayed as well as wash his clothes.Since we did not want to be late for our duties, the major work of preparing the parshad fell on our maid Saraswati, who too was a follower of Guruji.

The prashad used to be brought to the mandir just before the sangat started to arrive. I would then cool it enough for Guruji to distribute it with his hands. One day as soon as Guruji touched the parshad, he asked me Sukhmani, who has made the parshad today?I presumed like always, it must be Saraswati and I told him so no today the parshad is not nice,someone else has touched it.Althought he still distributed it but kept telling me it was not nice.

I never noticed anything wrong with the texture;  it looked the same as always and did not understand what was wrong . I rang up home to ask saraswati what had happened and she said that the second maid had entered the kitchen for a few minutes and she did touch the parshad.

I apologised to guruji for the mistake but was still confused as to why some people were allowed to touch his food while others were forbidden. Sensing my dilemma, he said Asi har kisi de hath da khaana nai khaa sakde.

Kise kise di vibrations negative hundi hai te khana banan de time oh vibrations khaane de wich aa jandiyan han. Main har kisi de ghar bhi nai khaa sakda, kai logan da paisa sakhat hunda hai. Sirf mainu hi pata hai kaun mera khana bana sakda hai.

GURUJI STAY IN CHANDIGARH

My mother and I were fortunate enough to serve guruji during his stay in Chandigarh. It was then that I had the opportunity to observe him from close quarters. What people in general saw; were probably his silken robes; and assumed he liked luxury and comfort, but what we saw was completely different.

The silk robes were given to him by his disciples some as a thank you for saving someone life or maybe on the marriage of some one life or maybe on the marriage of their children.

These dresses he wore once or twice and then gave them away as parshad to any one of his many followers. He had absolutely no possessions of his own except a shaving kit, which too was given by someone.

He ate simple food, half of which he distributed amongst those sitting around him. Every night, we would prepare his bed on the floor, for he never slept on the bed. Having been his disciple for many years before this, I had never seen this side of him.

His simplicity, humility and innocence put many of us to shame. I remember an incident where guruji was distributing chapattis during a stopover at his village. One chapatti fell down, and as my mother lifted it up to put it aside, he told her not to throw it and that he would eat it himself.

Such was his humility and kindness. He never ate before his sangat and never let anyone go without feeding them. No one was allowed to put money at his feet, like it is usually done in India, as a sign of respect to a saint. Whatever gifts he received from the sangat he would further distribute them. He kept nothing with himself.