|Volume 4 - Issue 08 AUGUST 2006
UNFORGETTABLE MOMENTS WITH SAI
RECOLLECTIONS OF MR. CHIDAMBARAM KRISHAN, PART 6
Grand Marriage Festivities
The day came and our marriage party left our hometown for Puttaparthi in a big convoy of cars and buses. After travelling for a long time, we finally came near the troublesome stream near Locherla, and we had a tough time crossing it. The father of the bride then said to me, “Look, we have so many Swamijis near our place. If you wanted a Swamiji to perform your marriage, we need not have come this far, facing so much trouble too.” I was certainly not happy with the comment nor was this time for a long argument. I simply said, “Sir, Sai Baba is no run of the mill Swamiji. He is truly Divine. Presently, you do not know anything about Him. I therefore request you to kindly hold back your opinions till you actually see Him."
Tirupathi Comes to Puttaparthi
At last, after a tiring journey, we arrived in Puttaparthi. Swami was most gracious, and He took care of everything, I mean literally everything, attending to all details like a most loving father would. The marriage function started, and as the crucial moment approached, Swami materialised a Mangal Sutra for the bride. Holding it in His hand, Swami turned to me and asked, “Yesterday, as you were coming here, what was it that the father of the bride told you?” I recalled the unpleasant remarks about Swamijis being available in plenty near our hometown and all that. Hesitantly I replied, “Swami, this gentleman does not know anything about You. So please ignore the remarks he made about You.” Swami smiled and replied, “No, no, I am not referring to that. He told you something else about going somewhere, did he not? What was that? Did he not say he wanted the Darshan of Lord Venkateswara? Now look and see what is on this Mangal Sutram. What you see here is an exact replica of the idol in Tirupathi!”
Miraculous Meals Multiplication
After the grand marriage ceremony, it was time for lunch. Remember I earlier mentioned when lunch arrangements were first discussed Suraiya had flatly refused to accept that people from the neighbouring villages would show up for lunch? What actually happened was when the villagers saw a huge convoy of about seventy vehicles consisting of many cars and some big buses coming to Puttaparthi for the marriage, they began to think, “This looks like a big marriage that is about to take place. Surely the wedding feast would be grand.”
You see, these villagers were all very poor and accustomed to eating coarse grains as their staple diet. Here was a chance to have a royal meal. Why miss it? That was now their line of thinking. Suddenly they all forgot their hostility to Swami and eagerly showed up for lunch. Swami had anticipated this long ago and that was why He instructed Suraiya to prepare lunch for over fifteen hundred people. Suraiya, however, did his own calculations and did not pay any heed to Swami’s words. But now there was a crisis because about fifteen hundred people showed up from the village and there were about three hundred and fifty in our party.
The serving commenced. And you know what happened? Although Suriaya had prepared food only for about three hundred and fifty or so, that is just enough for our marriage party, lunch could actually be served for over eighteen hundred people. And, believe it or not, after all that serving, there was enough food left for evening dinner for our party!”
After the marriage, Swami asked our party to stay for five or six days, during which period He gave interviews to everyone. They were all very happy. Our party was really big and consisted not only of members from my family and that of the bride, but also the local Tasildar, the Sub Inspector, the Constable, all sorts of village officials and so on. For all of them, this was an incredible experience.
Five days after my marriage, Swami told me, “Let’s all go to Bangalore. I will come in your car.” That was the first time I had a chance to travel in the same car as Swami. Seated in the back were Swami, Kasturi and Raja Reddy. I was driving and my wife was in the front by my ide. When we reached Bangalore Swami said to me, “All of you take rest. Tomorrow you go with your family to Mysore. And see the Brindavan gardens there. Before you leave in the morning, come to Me and take Padanamaskar.”
We left Swami in the Ashram, drove to the city and checked into the Woodlands Hotel. There we got a message that the son of my father-in-law’s younger brother had died suddenly. So my father-in-law, along with his younger brother has to rush back home. That meant he could not go to Tirupathi, which made him sadder. I consoled him saying, “Swami knew in advance that you would face this difficulty. That was why He brought the Lord of Tirupathi to you via the mangalsutram of your daughter. Take that as a sign of His Grace. Now please go back home to arrange for the funeral rites and obsequies.”
Having done all this, I went the following morning to Swami’s Ashram in Brindavan, did namaskar and sought permission to go to Mysore. Swami graciously gave that and said, “Before returning to your hometown, you go to Tirupathi now on behalf of your father-in-law.”
When I heard this, I was knocked out; I mean, imagine that! Swami suddenly stopping Bhajans and saying something that applied hundred percent to me. It was like a whiplash for me. Meanwhile, Swami continued, “Things happen in life according to the Law of Karma. No one has the right to decide what is right and what is wrong. A true devotee must do his best to preserve harmony at home.” After saying that, Swami walked away!
I was in a state of shock. I knew pretty well for whom that message was intended. It did not end with just this. Swami then sent for me and commanded me to resume talking to my son.
It is all very exciting, is it not? Want to know more? Well, wait for the next issue to know what happened next.
(To be continued...)
– Heart2Heart Team
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