ON TO HIM....
I get a call from the Asram a little past midnight of Wednesday, 25
October. “Swamiji’s health is getting worse. Doctors say he will be all
right, but since he asked about you, we thought of keeping you informed”
I was in the middle of preparing for a presentation for the next day, but
my concentration has now taken a beating. I decide to continue the next
morning, fold up my laptop, switch off the lights and curl into the bed.
Somehow, sleep evades me. Thoughts haunt me. Memories of the great man
flash past. It’s all a haze, nothing is clear. It’s a cacophony, it’s a
clog, its nothing, it’s everything…
The next morning I am on the flight to Trivandrum. I reach there just an
hour before he chose to move on…
Just six years ago when I had the fortune of meeting him the first time, I
remember insisting that my meeting would be strictly ‘professional’ and as
a ‘consultant’ for that new newspaper he was planning then, and once I had
the answers to my questionnaire, I would leave. I distinctly remember
insisting that I should not be expected to bow down in front of him like
one does in front of ‘Godmen’ whom I then held in scant esteem.
I had my set of some 97 questions neatly typed and I had hoped this man who
called himself a saint would have some professional sense too.
When I first went into his room, he was seated in his reading room, and was
surrounded by quite a few people. On seeing me, (I was there the first time
ever), he smiled at me and looked at others in the room. Slowly, they all
vacated the room.
Swamiji then looked at me, and asked me to sit in front of him. And then
he started speaking. For the next three hours he held me a prisoner to his
mesmerizing speech. He spoke just about everything – from the concept of
n-dimensional spaces to the concept of ‘Narayana” (Nara- Man , Ayana-
Journey, Narayana literally means ‘The Journey of Man’), from
photo-typesetting for newspaper printing to analog devices, from the
Principle of Inverted Pyramid (used by editors in newspapers) to the
principles of Egyptian Pyramids, from Mahameru Yantras to The Lotus at the
feet of Indian Godesses…
Somewhere along the way, he had answered all my 97 questions too. And I had
not even taken out my neatly typed sheet of paper!
By then it was time for his evening routines, I was sent signals from one
of his disciples from inside. I stood up, asked Swamiji permission to
leave. He smiled and said, “Whenever you have questions, come to me”.
I fell prostrate at his feet, and someone had to lift me up… that was my
first in a series of hundreds of meetings with a truly great man…
As I saw his mortal remains, I choked. Thousands of men and women who had
been personally touched by Him at some time or the other, in their lives,
filed past… Old and young, men and women alike struggled to hold their
tears.
When a Swamiji attains Mahasamadhi, leaves his mortal body and moves on to
the higher spaces, we are not supposed to cry. It is simply not permitted.
I knew it. And I know it…
But I am also human…
By : Unknown
From this site administrator:
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To other readers : Please send your memmories and experiences with swamiji so that I can put it this 'Memmories' Section
