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Shirdi Sai Baba
Laxmibai holding the 9 coins given to her by Sai Baba.
I am standing on her right.

I used to go to Shirdi as a young teenager. I have had the good fortune of
having had a picture taken with Laxmibai, holding her prized nine silver coins,
given to her, by none other than Sai Baba himself. Much later, I started
to write the 'Dal-sabzi for the Aatman' notes and the 'Dadi Nani ki Kahaani'
stories.
I was asked by a reader why I had not written about the revered saint.
I had no idea why I had not. Now, I think I know. I was waiting for the
wonderful book: Spiritual Masters 'SAI BABA' written by Sonavi Desai to reach my
hands.The above book is 'a collection of stories, portrayed through the eyes of
Laxmibai, one of Sai Baba's closest devotees, and to whom Baba gifted the silver
coins that I have mentioned earlier.
Keeping material facts intact, an element of fiction has been introduced, (in
the book) to weave events from Baba's life into a narrative.' According to the
research done by the author: .the story of Baba's birth remains shrouded in
mystery. But it is believed that he was born in a Hindu Brahmin family and that
when he was eight years old, he was taken away by a Sufi Fakir (holy men of Muslim Faith). When I
met Sonavi, a few of us asked her, what, in particular, had inspired her about
Sai Baba.
She answered that Baba was one who had crossed the barriers of caste and
creed, and spoke the universal language of love. I cheered. Sonavi continued
that while in Shirdi, Baba spent most of his time in a Masjid ( mosque) and
called it Dwarkamai! (Mother Dwarka, the home of Lord Krishna) Mostly everyone
who knows Baba, is aware that Baba came to Shirdi, accompanying Chand Patil,
whose sister was to be married to a boy in Shirdi. What a lot of people may not
know is that, Baba predicted accurately, where Chand Patil's lost mare was.
Chand Patil watched in amazement, as Baba hit the ground, and out came a spurt
of water. Sai thrust a pair of tongs into the ground, and drew out a burning
ember.
Various were the miracles that Baba performed, but they were not performed to
impress. What others would describe as miracles, came naturally to him. Baba lit
lamps with the aid of water instead of oil, much to the delight of the local
children. Dropping some leaves with some blessed food, into a dry well, Baba
made the water in it, overflow, and the celebration of the birth of Sri Rama
during Ramnaomi, was not cancelled. Baba lit a fire, that until today burns
constantly, in Dwarkamai. The udi (ash), that comes out, is known to have cured
many ailments.
When Baba was asked, what power the 'udi' possessed, he answered: 'The power
of faith!"
There are many miraculous and touching stories of the faith, of his devotees,
in the 'udi' that Baba gave them. Baba would often say that he was one with all
living creatures. Thus, Baba would continue, if one fed a beggar, dog, pig or
even an insect, he (Baba) would receive the nourishment.
Baba taught that God is everything. He is perfect infinite and eternal. He is
the one who creates, He is the One who protects and He is the One who destroys.
He is all pervasive. He just Is. One must seek Him within Oneself and in every
form of Creation. One must only develop the ability to recognize Him.
Baba said that One was not required to be very knowledgeable or highly
intellectual to recognize the Lord. In fact, He said: "The simpler the
mind, the easier it is to find God. Entrust your mind to the Guru. Let him be
your guide on this journey. And you shall find God. All you need is Patience
(Saburi) and Faith (Shraddha). It's simple really."
I ask: "Is it? To be simple? To be transparent? To have childlike faith?
To have the Patience to wait? It could be. If we take a moment to ponder, and
take the first step towards Him.
I AM JUST A CHILD
I am so tired of running
wild,
Baba, I am so glad that we
could meet,
And that I can get
shelter, at your feet.
Your words of wisdom, ever
so gently flow,
Like candle light in
darkness, glows,
They soothe every part, of
my aching heart,
Oh Baba, may we never,
ever, grow apart.
As I close my eyes &
happily dream,
Of how the glorious future
should be,
In frame after frame I can
clearly see,
Baba, it has to be only
about you & me.
Bliss flows, as you gently
hold my hand,
Beside me, so tall &
heavenly you stand,
Slowly I look up at you,
my eyes in awe,
I see such kindness, I
never, ever, saw.
Hand in hand, we travel among the stars,
So many planets, I see, afar,
We travel through deserts & springs,
Oh what happiness, mother nature, brings
When I look at images of
my life gone by,
I see all my mistakes
& realise why,
So cruel, hurt &
lonely I had been,
For such divine beauty, I
had never seen.
Now that Baba, you are
with me,
I can understand &
really see,
That the beauty of life is
just to BE,
To accept & enjoy all
that happens to me.
And now Baba, I really
really pray,
That in
this birth, you
have come to stay,
Pls. be with me always,
never go away,
For that would be my dying
day.
I am so tired of running wild,
Baba, I am so glad that we could meet,
And that I can get shelter at your feet.
Read: Sufis and Sufism
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