GURU JI ONE OF THE FAVORITE FOLK SONG SUNG BY SUKHI AUNTY

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Every day the sangat was given food first and Guruji ate after feeding everyone

Guru ji Loving called my mother Sukhi aunty.One day he called her and said Sukhi Aunty, tu roj do baje sawere uth ke guru Nanak nu ardaas kardi hai ki niche aao te meri betiyan di shaadi karao You get up at 2.am every morning and pray to Guru Nanak; asking him to come down and get your daughters married? Yes Guruji was all  my mother could say.

She was amazed to see to word as she had been saying it for the past many years. Tu rab nu bulaaya kardi si, le main hun aa gaya Haan You asked God to come down to help the depth of what he was saying. He took us all in his room and made us eat lunch with him.

I noticed that he hardly ate much and Har kisi nu mahapurushan da mahaparshad naseeb nai hunda. Khaao te dekho sari bimariyan door ho jaan gi. Not everyone is  disappear. said Guruji. And we all ate like it was our last meal. In these 15 days Guruji gave us a lot of his time and very patiently answered all our questions.

Every day the sangat was given food first and Guruji ate after feeding everyone. This was the first place where I saw that 4--‐5 people ate from one plate without hesitation. Eating with spoons was highly discouraged by Guruji and this was a major know how to eat with my hands. Each time I tried to sneak into the kitchen he would catch me and send me back sayting no spoons many times I was left with a lot of curry and no chapattiis to eat it with.There were days when I had to use paper scoop my curry.

I also noticed that was left with a lot of curry and no chapattis to eat it with. There

were days when I had to use paper to scoop my curry. I also noticed that I was the only one who was given a green chilly everyday by Guruji. Each time I sat down to eat, he would come and give me a green chilly or a chilly pickle. I was never fond of eating chillies and this seemed very strange to me. Many years later ,when guruji was in delhi,he said I see you do not have the kind of a temper you had when you first met me. I agreed and laughingly said Guruji, even I am surprised that I do not get angry very often now. Guru ji laughed loudly and said   Mirchaan khila khila ke tera main gussa kateya hai  Its thanks to all the chillies I have fed you!

You Feel That God Does For Everyone Else But Not You

My family and friends thought I was a Nastik (atheist), and I never bothered to correct them nor did it hurt me to be called so. One morning, as I walked into his room, he said Lo aagayi nastic here comes the atheist! for the first time it hurt me to hear that from him but I kept quiet.

He gave me one long look and then said Nai nastik nai hai, rab naal naraaz hai. Tenu lagda hai rab dusare loka da hai tera nai. No, not an atheist, you are angry with god.

You feel that god does for everyone else but not you. Due to some incidences in my life this is exactly how I had started to feel, and it gave me some solace to know that Guruji was aware of the facts. Main har janam wich tera guru siga, tenu ki lageya main tenu is janam ch chad deyanga I have been your Guru in each of your past lives. Said Guruji in a veryloving tone, What makes you think I would let you go this time? and started pressing his feet.

In the few days that I had seen him one thing was certain not everyone could touch Guruji and if he asked someone to press his feet, it was considered a great honour. I realized that the more I pressed; stronger was the fragrance coming from his feet.

Mere dono pairan te padam hai I have padams in both my feet. said Guruji. At that time I had no idea what a padam was and neither did I understand the Importance of what he had just told me.

 My mother who was asked to press  Guruji hands, noticed that his hands were turning blue. She immediately pointed it out thinking maybe something was wrong with him. Guruji why are your hands turning blue? mom asked, sounding concerned. Asi Shiv I am Shiv, was all he said and smiled.

He Gave me a Smile and Finally Asked My Mother

Bring betal leaves worth rupees 100, I shall do sukhmani operation tomorrow. Guruji  told my mother before giving us leave for the day. I had heard that Guruji cured people by placing betel leaves over the affected area. I had also seen a spoon next to his aasan (chair) which he used to carry into the room known as the OPD room.

This is scary business I told my mother that there was that OPD and do some kind of an unconventional operation. The next day I very hesitatingly went back to him and the first thing he asked my mother was about the betel leaves. All day I tried to get a glimpse of the room everyone called the OPD.

The door always remained shut and my imagination ran wild. Does he actually cut open people inside that room? What does he do with the spoon; scoop things out? The thought was enough to make me panic and sweat. All this while Guruji was reading my thoughts and having a laugh at my expense.

He gave me a smile and finally asked my mother to hand him the betel leaves. He held them and said some prayer and handed them back to her saying put these on Sukhmani stomach for an hour when you go home and after an hour, dispose them in flowing water or bury them in a clean area. I took a breath  of relief. We went back home and did as we were told and I instantly felt an improvement in my health.

Apni beti mainu de de  Give your daughter to me.Guruji told my mother one day. I was shocked to hear this and I actually thought my mother may just give me away to him. I imagined cleaning, sweeping, mopping and cooking in his temple for the rest of my life. At that time the very thought seemed depressing Guruji, meri dono betiyan main aap ko deti hoon Guruji both my daughters, I give to you. Said my mother. I looked at Guruji hoping he did not mean what I was thinking.He laughed at my foolish thoughts an Dono meriyan khaas betiyan han They are both my special daughters.

We Were Told to Come Regularly for the Next 15 Days and Strangely

What is your name? he asked me. Sukhmani I answer proudly ,since I was very fond of my name .Bada changa naam hai it a very nice name he replied. He gave me a long look and told me about the health issues I had been facing since a few years . I could not believe that someone who had just met me briefly could tell me about my illnesses. I remember all the other saints I visited had to be told of the problems I was going through, but this was the first time I had met someone who already knew. 

He seemed to read me like a book. Guruji was like a magnet I could not pull away from. Even though I had a few questions ,I did not however have any doubts that I had finally come to the right place...I had come home. In the few hours that we spent with him that day I felt so much of love and affection from him and for him that by the end of the day, I did not want to go back home.

 We were told to come regularly for the next 15 days and strangely, I looked forward to meeting him again. To the amusement of my family, I used to be the first one to get ready and waiting to be taken to Guruji. The next day when we entered the temple, Guruji  suddenly looked at my mother and said Tu Karminder Kaur di beti hai You are karmider kaur di beti hai.You have karmider kaur daughter .No one could have possibly told him my grandmother name. Tenu pata hai tu mere kol 70 saal di tapasya baad aayi hai Do you know you have come back to me after 70 years of meditation? My mother was only 43 at that time, which only meant he was talking about her previous lifetime. 

He told her that she had been with him in her past two lifetimes. Being a student of Psychology, I was greatly fascinated by the subject of past life and life after death. Needless to say, he knew about my fascination. He came and sat next to me on the floor and looked me in the eye. I tried to be brave and looked into his and what I saw in them sent shivers down my spine. His eye balls started to rotate and in them I saw something; but I was so scared, I quickly looked away. Guruji smiled and asked do you know what transmigration of souls means?

Transmigration of souls is a belief among various cultures, where it is believed that a soul never dies and keeps taking birth in a different body. He further asked, Do you also know that a lot of souls from the west have taken birth in India at this moment? On hearing this; my jaw dropped because since a few years I had been seeing flashes of my past lives and in most of them I (All that I saw about my past lives was later confirmed by Guruji) I could only but stare at him in amazement. How did he know? Seeing me badly shaken up he turned to my mother and said Aj main teri beti nu Shiv ji de thore darshan karwate Today I have given your daughter It is then that I realized that the image that was taking shape in his eyeballs was probably that of Shiv ji.

How do I describe Guruji? I guess I can say he was bald and wore silk robes that seemed out of the world.

The truth is, even an ordinary person like me could see that there was something very different about him. His face had a glow of a thousand bulbs. There was a fragrance around him that smelt divine and his eyes His eyes seemed to pierce through a person soul. 

He had the aura of king and yet was as humble, kind and loving like a father. I was speechless. Tera naam ki hai What is your name? He asked me. Sukhmani I answered proudly, since I was very foud of my name Bada changa naam hai. It’s a very nice name he replied.

He gave me a long look and told me about the health issues I had been facing since a few years. I could not believe that someone who had just met me briefly could tell me about my illnesses. I remember all the other saints I visited had to be told of the problems I was going through, but this was the first time I had met someone who already knew.

He seemed to read me like a book. Guruji was like a magnet I could not pull away from. Even though I had a few questions, I did not however have any doubts that I had finally come to the right place...I had come home.

In the few hours that we spent with him that day I felt so much of love and affection from him and for him that by the end of the day, I did not want to go back home.

Written By--- Sukhmani