a drop of LOVE..

"Thanks a lot.. thanks thanks.." - cried the helpless old man to the young man who helped the former to the railway platform and made space for a seat. The old man could not take such an overdose of Love, which vented through tears and smile simultaneously.

Watching this made me feel so good, that i felt that God wanted me to understand that our DNAs are made of Love.

Of what importance is Love, when today there is hardly anyone concerned about it ? We dont see Love being taught in education.. We dont see Love being pracitised in workplace.. thus Love is certainly getting more alien to humans who themselves, according to Saibaba, are 'embodiments of Love'.

I have been with many Sai Samithi members while they are off for offering Love to various folks across the city in various forms such as seva, etc. The Love they shower is incredible and would certainly act as a great tonic to the deprived souls certainly.

But how do we judge who are deprived of Love ? Isn't the entire humanity deprived of Love today ?

No wonder BABA advises us to "Love All Serve All".
No wonder.. HIS Hospitals, Institutes, etc are all open to entire humanity.
No wonder HIS Love has no discrimination ever...

And a tiny drop of LOVE is enough.. to keep us all happy and peaceful..

for..

It just required my mom to show a few drops of Love.. my dad a few drop of Love.. my teachers a few drops of Love.. my tuition teacher a few drops of Love.. my grandma a few drop of LOVE.. my friends a few drops of Love.. for making my life an heaven!

and it just requires a few drops of Love for each of us for each other..

and isnt Love the deadliest weapon ? for a few drops of Love was enough to turn away some hardcore naxalites into peaceful means..

and the same few drops of Love from God is transforming my animal heart towards a more human one..

The Summer of 2002.. [ Anand Sai Regunathan Ep 2 ]

Yet another day gets over. February Month of 2002 coming to an end. As usual, badminton for some 4-5 hours after school. And then we were chitchatting at the building stairs. Oh, Gosh, hindi test tomorrow ! forget it.. i am sleepy..

Thus ended another day of my unconstructive life. Well this happened probably for almost all my life.

There was probably neither any special day to remember, nor an achievement to recall. But there were certainly some horrible inhuman days that i can never sleep over to forget. It probably can never get out of my heart, unless God Wills it to.. the guilt still stays on, till date..

Such was my life till April 2002.

Summer holidays started. Next academic year was my 10th standard, a big milestone according to everyone around. I knew what material i was made of.. that of a local substandard lazy material..

My dad strictly told me that i would not be allowed to play, etc and that i have to only study all year. I knew this wont work out. And the Lord knew how to make it work..

A series of events within a couple of days got me reading what i now call the Best Literature ever.. Sri Sai Satcharita.. each event, Leela, incident, etc were all seen and read with skepticism and criticism.

Sri SAI Satcharita

But when He decided to take over my life in HIS Hands, nothing could be impossible in my life. Thus the LORD, very soon, made me understand that i am well in HIS Proximity.

In fact, the following year made me visit the most dreaded places, that is , temples. Atheism arising out of the fear of staying human at heart was thus routed by Him. Baba, thus by making me read Satcharita,  waved HIS Magic Wand.

A new life started to blossom.. and things were happening quite the opposite.. studies seemed fun.. marks seems near.. i started understanding that Baba had sowed some seeds of goodness in my heart.. yes.. my slumbering Soul was woken up the Divine Master..

to-be-continued.

Kesari Baath.. [Anand SAI Regunathan Ep: 1]

Mar 10, 1993 :

"amma..", i jumped in happiness seeing my mom back from office. That day i was very happy as it was my last day of my UKG class.

"are you hungry ?" smiled my mom, running her hand over my military-cut style hair.

"i want something special today".

"i have brought Sathya Narayana Pooja's Prasadam"

i started clapping and jumping because 'Kesari Baath" ('sheera' kind of sweet) was my favourite dish. It was yummy!

I asked my mom to give some to Grandma. She told that grandma doesn't eat Sai Baba temple's Prasadam as she was following "orthodoxy" or 'madi'.


Apr 15, 1993 :

My mom and i went in search of a house for rent as we were asked to shift from our current house. A couple of houses shown by house-brokers did not satisfy, and on our way back, my mom took me to Cambridge Layout's Shirdi Sai Baba temple.

My mom's uncle, KG Srinivasan there; he was holding a post of Treasurer there in that trust. A very great soul, he lived all his life for Baba. He had taught my brother wonderful vedic hymns in the temple along with other kids.

At the altar, i got a chance to touch Baba's Feet (carved on a white stone). "Baba, poor mom, give her one house fast" , i told Baba quickly and ran back in a jiffy.


May 6, 1993:

We had found a house a week back, and by Baba's Blessings , everything went right on this day for us to set foot to our newly rented house in Indira Nagar.

And i was to enter my 1st Standard , which my mom warned about it to as an "higher class with a big syllabus". I ran out of my new house to find some new mates!