Osho Story on Shirdi Sai Baba

osho Story on Shirdi Sai Baba

Osho - If you come to meet God, you must meet him without any words. If you have some words, he may not fit and suit your idea. Because if a Hindu thinks he has one thousand hands, and if God comes only with two hands, a Hindu, he will reject: "You are not a God at all. Only with two hands? God has a thousand hands. Show me your other hands. Only then I can believe you."

It happened: One of the most beautiful persons of this past century was Sai Baba of Shirdi. He had a friend and a follower. Sai Baba was a Mohammedan. Or no one knows whether he was a Mohammedan or a Hindu, but he lived in a mosque, so it was believed he was a Mohammedan. And a Hindu follower was there, who loved, respected, has much faith in Sai Baba. Every day he will come for his darshan, and without seeing him he will not go. Sometimes it will happen that for the whole day he will have to wait, but without seeing he will not go, and he will not take food unless he has seen Sai Baba.

Once it happened the whole day passed, there was much gathering and much crowd -- he couldn't enter. When everybody has gone, just in the night he touched the feet.

Sai Baba said to him, "Why you unnecessarily wait? There is no need to see me here, I can come there. And drop this from tomorrow. Now I will do. Before you take your food you will see me every day."

The disciple was very happy. So next day he was waiting and waiting; nothing happened. Many things happened really, but nothing happened according to his conception. By the evening he was very angry. He has not taken the food, and Sai Baba has not appeared so he went again. He said, "You promise and you don't fulfill?"

Sai Baba said, "But I appeared thrice, not even once. First time I came, I was a beggar and you said to me, 'Move away! Don't come here!' Second time I came I was an old woman, and you just won't look at me; you closed your eyes-because the disciple had the habit of not seeing women; he was practicing not seeing women, so he closed the eyes.

Sai Baba said, "I had come, but what do you expect? Should I enter your eyes, closed eyes? I was standing there, but you closed the eyes. The moment you saw me, you closed the eyes. Then third time I reached as a dog, and you won't allow me in. With a stick you were standing in the door."

And these three things had happened. And these things have been happening to whole humanity. The divine comes in many forms, but you have a prejudice; you have a pre-formulated conception; you cannot see. He must appear according to you, and he never appears according to you. And he will never appear according to you. You cannot be the rule for him and you cannot put any conditions.

When all imagination falls, only then truth appears. Otherwise, imagination goes on making conditions and truth cannot appear. Only in a naked mind, in a nude, empty mind, truth appears, because you cannot distort it.

Questioner: Are emotions rooted in thought?

  Krishnamurti: What are emotions? Emotions are sensations,
aren't they? You see a lovely car, or a beautiful house, a beautiful
woman or man, and the sensory perception awakens the senses.
Then what takes place? Contact, then desire, Now thought comes
in. Can you end there and not let thought come in and take over? I
see a beautiful house, the right proportions, with a lovely lawn, a
nice garden: all the senses are responding because there is great
beauty - it is well kept, orderly, tidy. Why can't you stop there and
not let thought come in and say, "I must have" and all the rest of it?
Then you will see emotions, or sensations, are natural, healthy,
normal. But when thought takes over, then all the mischief begins.
     So to find out for oneself whether it is possible to look at
something with all the senses and end there and not proceed further
- do it! That requires an extraordinary sense of awareness in which
there is no control; no control, therefore no conflict. Just to observe
totally that which is, and all the senses respond and end there.
There is great beauty in that. For after all what is beauty?


Is beauty in the world of reality? Or is it not within the movement
of thought as time? Please follow this carefully because we are
investigating together. I am not laying down the law. I am just
asking myself: does beauty lie within the movement of thought as
time? That is, within the field of reality. There are beautiful
paintings, statues, sculpture, marvellous cathedrals, wonderful
temples. If you have been to India, some of those ancient temples
are really quite extraordinary: they have no time, there has been no
entity as a human being who put them together. And those
marvellous old sculptures from the Egyptians, from the Greeks,
down to the Moderns. That is, is it expression and creation? Does
creation need expression? I am not saying it does, or does not, I am
asking, enquiring. Is beauty, which is both expression outwardly
and the sense of inward feeling of extraordinary elation, that which
comes when there is complete cessation of the "me", with all its
movements?
     To enquire what is beauty, we have to go into the question of
what is creation. What is the mind that is creative? Can the mind
that is fragmented, however capable, whatever its gifts, talent, is
such a mind creative? If I live a fragmented life, pursuing my
cravings, my selfishness, my self-centred ambitions, pursuits, my
pain, my struggle - is such a mind (I am asking) creative? - though
it has produced marvellous music, marvellous literature,
architecture and poetry - English and other literature is filled with it.
 A mind that is not whole, can that be creative? Or is creation
only possible when there is total wholeness and therefore no
fragmentation? A mind that is fragmented is not a beautiful mind,
and therefore it is not creative.

Arvind Adiga / Writer /Journalist / Novelist

Arvind Adiga - who won ' Man Booker Prize ' in 2008 for his novel 'White Tiger ' now again with a  bang came out with his novel ' Last man in Tower ' , plot of which revolves around Mumbai city , which has been a fascination for the Author in his life for its varied hues and happenings.

Adiga, whose mother wanted him to be an academic in Chennai, studied English literature, in New York,Oxford,and admitted for Ph.D in Princeton, had to part ways to become a journalist, writing for Times then changed course to become a Novelist , who feels writing is his Karma.

He stated in one of his interviews that ' The Guide ' by R.K.Narayan is still the great Indian Novel in English by Indian writer and says R.K.Narayan's writing is lucid and profound.

He further says, Ramachandra Guha about whom already I published in my blog ,is the one who writes good prose feels happy about him .

When I first bought White Tiger and having read it by one sweep I could not find any significance of why it has been a prize, but subsequently while ruminating on the book , I could feel and find the answer why .

A Devotee's experience of Sai Baba in Shirdi,Maharashtra.

Shirdi Sai Baba before Mahasamadhi lived in his physical form in Shirdi Village of Maharashtra; where poojas, rituals,and Chavadi Procession are done regularly .

Actually, Chavadi means a place for discussion to give justice, but this Chavadi of Shirdi became a place of residence of God Incarnation - Sai Baba.

Seeing this daily routine of Baba, from December 10, 1909, devotees started a tradition of taking a procession admist band and music from Dwarkamai to Chavadi. People used to clean lanes of Shirdi on the day on which Baba had to sleep in Chavadi. A mixture of cow dung, mud and water was sprinkled to prepare a uniform platform to draw rangoli. Torches were ignited on polls in lanes to enlighten Shirdi.

Once a family of husband and wife with their two children, a boy and a girl, both of them software professionals,went to Shirdi to have a 'darshan' of Baba and left by train from one of the cities of Tamil Nadu.

They reached Shirdi and took a big family room for stay and visited Samadhi mandir,and sat for few hours inside the sanctum sanctorum silently and came back to room to relax owing to the tiredness of having traveled.

Evening the family was talking inside the room and when the time was around 6 O' clock, both brother and sister went out to see around the places and to know the topography .Even before this visit they had been to Shirdi many a time since the family is a family of all sai devotees.

After some walking around , sister asked the brother to buy ice cream which he did and both were eating; by then 'Chavadi Procession' was approaching the 'Chavadi'; a palanquin was carried by the devotees and the 'padugas' of Baba were kept inside the palanquin as is the practice,sound of cymbals, beating of the drums,playing of other instruments,shouting of slogans in praise of Baba by the devotees and all fun and color befitting the occasion.

The sister was watching and brother standing behind her watching the procession; they were standing near the 'chavadi'; the slowly the sounds were vanishing from his audibility [brother's]and he was doubtful whether he had any problem in his hearing, since he could see the people opening the mouths and shouting,drums being beaten,cymbals and other instruments playing,and he felt afraid.Suddenly the scene he was witnessing was slowly vanishing from his eyes; he felt really terrified , something was happening to him.

When this kind not hearing and seeing happening to him, as though he was seeing a white paper in front of his eyes and everything vanished in a smoke before his eyes, he saw Baba emerging from Chavadi and walking fast to the palanquin !!!!!!!!!! ............ Baba was like a luminous flame but Baba image was there walking..........he felt dizzy and started losing his consciousness slowly and slumping down on the slushy muddy sidewalk of the road since that was a rainy day.His sister after seeing the procession turned around to see the brother , but he was not there and was shocked to see his lying down on the wet floor without consciousness.

Somehow she managed to bring the brother to the lodge and slumped down on the bed and started sleeping for hours together and was so dazed for consecutive two or three days and they stayed there in Shirdi all the days. But they knew that he was alright but could not explain what happened to him and not being able to talk coherently about what happened.

After the few days he explained in detail what happened to him and what he witnessed to his family and not others .

This is explained here without revealing the identities and the relationship of the boy and the family to the writer since people might think that this is written to impress upon readers.

But those who read this would certainly be blessed since this is a real one and truthful presentation.

My visit to Puttaparthy and Sai Temple in Jayanagar,Bangalore.

On 3rd October morning my sister,brother in law,nephew who works in Bangalore as a software engineer started for Puttaparthy to have a Darshan of Sai Baba and as the road was a six track which leads to Hydrabad the travel in our car was a pleasure and the car's speed was touching 140 K.M when I casually looked at the meter and my nephew at the wheels and the Bhajan CD was playing in the car.
As we had only tea while leaving Bangalore on the way he stopped near a Kamath Motel after an hour of journey and many of the travelers were dining in their white dress, a symbol of Sai Devotees usually. The crowd was heavy and took us around 40 minutes to finish our morning breakfast and tea and resumed our journey.
At the ahram gate the Car was not allowed inside , thanks to the security alert which we come across everywhere in the temple towns , and we stopped our car and inquired for stay and understood no space to stay , all booked already and people were swarming like flies all over.
Some how we thought of staying outside in some lodgings and went inside to meet one of our friends employed in the service of the Ashram- but informed us since students were waiting in the hall being a holiday Swami was going to come again to give Darshan for morning, so we rushed and my sister ,  nephew and brother in law were able to go inside the hall and I standing outside atop on some step near a building and seen the Swami moving around the devotees and blessing all and the Bhajan reached a crescendo of euphoric heights
Over the past two decades concrete jungles have sprung up inside the Ashram occupying every available space owing to the space constraint and spoiling the ambiance of the serene atmosphere.Language and communication have become a hassle inside the ashram, lot of North Indians knowing only Hindi swarming everywhere inside the dining hall and reception,entrance....... whereas 20 years back we could see smiling faces with calmness seen everywhere helping people in multilingual culture.Why now this change, are they all employees of the ashram or in the name of service intruded inside for livelihood ....... I don't know.Inside the dining hall, only sound in high pitch compared to the past calmness and servicing smile.Where gone all these devotees?.
We went for lunch for tokens are given for Rs.6 each, but food is sub standard compared to ten years back, it is like just rich and colored watery thing called Sambar, Rasam, and butter milk--better they can collect more money and give better food since devotees come far off places.Children could not eat what being served. I think those who manage food could concentrate further in this regard.Although I ate all kinds of food in my life owing to my business and professional travel, this food was so sub standard for consumption, although I was hungry and very hot. When I entered into the car the A/ C was adjusted to full blast .

We came out after the darshan and decided to leave Puttparthy having seen the Swami although we went there to stay and reached back Bangalore by 4.30 evening.
Next day morning I rang up my friend who happened to tour around the world  always for his work and fortunate on that day he was available in Bangalore on 4th , and he was eager to see me , so we proceeded to meet him in Jaya Nagar , opposite to Central Mall and spent pleasant time and went for lunch some Restaurant , although we never concentrated on lunch despite being rich lunch, our talks were only on the happenings in the past and what were we doing etc., etc.,

Evening we went to Sai Temple in 9th Block of Jaya Nagar and what is unique here in this temple is the priest who conducts pooja does like one attending an elderly in our own home; the tamboolam [offering of betel leaves,betel nuts and other ingredients ] is like offering near the mouth of Shirdi Sai is like one giving to one old, respected elderly in our home.
We received Prasad, and others were distributing Cakes,sweets etc., and proceeded to Saravana Bhavan for our night dinner.
So pleasantly two days passed with our Puttaparthy and Shirdi Sai Temple and we stayed around ten days and proceeded back to our town Coimbatore.
Now I feel like visiting this temple again as if to meet my own grand father .
Somehow I used to visit this city often.

Electronic City of Bangalore

Since I visit often to the Electronic City of Bangalore and my nephew is a software professional who lives nearby ,normally I go for walking inside the Electronic City.That is a energizing experience both for mind and body while watching youths working there bubbling with energy, watching of the younger generations achieving while making money is something great to the mind when everyday in and out we see scams,unscrupulous politicians,corrupt judiciary,corrupt defense personnel and all.

Electronic city is pollution free since the Industries of pollution are not there, except four wheelers, two wheelers and occasionally Autos hired by employees.Buses which pass through are limited since only those who neither use the company buses, cars, or two wheelers travel in that.We have direct buses, air-conditioned from Electronic City to the Airport.
Those who would like to take the fly over from the Electronic City can get a ticket and go into the city
without any disturbance and can travel around 10 K.M straight  to the city.
My walking is usually around two hours daily inside the Electronic City....Watching HCL, Infosys, Wipro, Infotech etc.,
Marvelous experience indeed both to mind and body, seeing only positive things in life.

Ananda Vikatan's [Tamil Weekly ] Magnanimity and Etiquette

Normally I don't read weeklies of Tamil, long back I stopped reading this kind of weeklies,and I don't think it is worth a try any longer; no longer interested to half clad actresses and actors and all reading all useless wastes flying high owing to high tech ads.
Recently I happen to read a piece in their magazine , Sakthi Vikatan, [ these kind of magazines my sister buys and reads still,although some good also she buys ] one article about Kanchi Acharya, the one who attained Mahasamadhi, and wanted to write a letter of appreciation to the author of that brief and sent an email to that magazine, requesting them to send the email of the writer of that article , meanwhile I also translated that piece into English and published.
I never got a reply , that too not for the address or anything of the author, but an email id to send a token of appreciation to him.What a man like me could influence or anything to gain from either the author or  from Ananda Vikatan. Besides, who wants to write for this tissue paper depicting good for nothing messages and write-up, in which no longer any great writers give anything to be published. Sheer ignoramuses and morons who think they deserve what they are.
How commercialized this mags who even block those who would like to send an appreciative letter.
Many an English Magazine and News Paper give the columnists' email id at the bottom of the article, thereby helping those readers who would like to send their opinions to the authors, then why the hell these Tamils block the readers to contact the writers.
Useless indeed reading this magazine whose stupendous heights reached by its ancestors have been lost by this magazine.
Those who would like to ogle at the actresses whose snaps are with little pieces of attire barely covering the vulnerable parts of anatomy can pursue reading them.
I think worst punishments Tamil get is reading this kind of magazines.
Oh how smart and intellects these guys who manage these weeklies.Pity the people who are forced by circumstances to read such 'finest' [?]magazines.