|Volume 4 - Issue 10 OCTOBER 2006||
UNFORGETTABLE MOMENTS WITH SAI
RECOLLECTIONS OF MR. CHIDAMBARAM KRISHAN, PART 8
From Assassin to Able Guardian
All this is clearly stranger than fiction. I went into the details just to illustrate how dramatically Swami can bring about a miraculous change, transforming a potential murderer into a friend, in a fraction of a second. There are so many such instances I can recall.
The Trademark Leela
Let me now tell you about the Trademark business. You remember when I went to Swami in Puttaparthy I told Him, “Swami, You have asked my brother not to go to Ceylon for the Trademark renewal. But Swami, if the Trademark has to be renewed, then my brother has to physically go there and sign all the relevant papers himself. That is mandated by the laws of the country. I cannot sign for my brother. If my brother does not go, what happens to the Trademark renewal?” Swami had replied tersely, “Leave it all to Me. I shall take care of the Trademark problem.”
A Serious Injury
I shall now narrate an incident that happened in January 2003 at Makarasankaranthi time [mid-January]. This too is an amazing experience. Ignorant people sometimes tell me, “Your Sai Baba seems to pay attention only to rich devotees.” My reply has always been, “Look, I am no longer a rich man now. In material terms, I am simply not in any position to make any big donations or offer any big things to Swami. Nor am I a highly qualified man who can render specialized service to Swami. And yet, Swami does so much for me, even now, when I have lost all my wealth. How do you explain that?”
Just to substantiate this statement, let me now describe how Swami saved me yet another time from a very gruesome fate. It all started the day after Sankranthi. My son Manohar had a small house in Tirunelveli that he rented out. Two months prior to Sankranthi, the tenant vacated the house. There were many plants in the compound but since there was no one to water them, they began to wither. I went to Tirunelveli and when I saw the plants drying up, I began to water them myself. I did so for four days. On the fifth day, I could not do the watering because there was no electricity to run the pump – there was a power cut.
I went back at night when there was power and started watering the plants. I did so for a long time and it was 3:30 a.m. when I was through. I was satisfied and happy. That was when I saw a plant full of beautiful hibiscus flowers. I said to myself, “Why not collect some of them for Puja?” So saying, I went to that plant and started plucking flowers. It was still quite dark, and I could not see clearly. As a result I slipped and fell into an eight-foot deep ditch, full of water pipes sticking out here and there. As a result of the fall, I was badly injured and suffered many fractures. It was just horrible and painful too.
Somehow, I managed to pull myself out of that ditch – I simply do not know how; but I was out. I then discovered that my feet were so badly injured that I just could not move anymore. I was stuck there, wondering how I could make it to my son’s house. It was now around 3:45 a.m. Just then, by God’s Grace, an auto rickshaw came that way. I signaled to the rickshaw to stop and told the driver, “Please can you take me and drop me off at my son’s house?” He wanted to know where the house was and I gave the address. He took me to my son’s house and dropped me off. Seeing my condition, he refused to accept payment. He could see huge blood stains and that I was badly injured.
My son was shocked to see my condition and rushed me to an orthopedic doctor. The doctor examined me and then told my son, “Your father has a sugar problem. I am afraid I cannot treat him. Take him to a more experienced doctor in town.” But that did not help and my son started phoning the big hospital in Vellore and also clinics in Madras. A doctor in Madras said to my son, “Bring him by flight to Madras to my clinic.” So they took me to Madras but that did not help me in anyway. In fact, the treatment that the doctor gave made my condition worse.
My condition was deteriorating and the Madras doctor told my son, “I am afraid I have to amputate the leg; if that is not done, your father’s life will be in danger.” When I heard this, I was taken aback. I simply could not consider a life without my leg. My sons assured me, “Don’t worry, father, we are there to take care of you. You mean a lot to us.” They applied a lot of pressure on me to agree to amputation but I was not too keen about it. Somehow, I wanted to live and with my leg. Finally I said, “OK, we have discussed it. Now all of you go to the hotel where you are staying and come back in the evening. We shall talk more then.” My sons then left, leaving me to rest.
I was thrilled and said, “I shall pay you whatever you ask.” He grunted, “It is enough if you pay me a hundred rupees.” I was happy to hear that because as you know, I did not have a lot of money. In fact, all the time I was praying to Swami that the driver would not demand an unreasonable amount. After all, I needed enough money to go to Puttaparthy. I did not bother about what would happen after reaching Parthi; at that moment, my mind was focused entirely on somehow reaching there. I had the blind faith that once I reached Parthi, things would somehow work out.
The Bus to Puttaparthy
To continue with my story, the driver took me to the Interstate Bus Stand and most kindly put me on the bus to Puttaparthy. Many in the bus were aghast when they saw my condition. They asked, “What do you mean by traveling with your leg in this horrible condition? Sai Baba is so busy. Do you think He will have time for you and your problem?”
Suffering In the Shed - A Test of Faith
Days slowly passed – one, two and then three. Meanwhile, not only did the swelling in my legs increase, but more disturbing, a foul odor started emanating from the wound, which obviously had become badly infected. At that time, a North Indian volunteer was in charge of that particular shed. He came to me and said, “Hey you! Your leg is in a pretty bad shape. Tomorrow morning I am going to have you admitted in the hospital here. What do you mean by staying here in this horrible condition? Don’t you realize if something were to happen to you it would tarnish Swami’s name? So tomorrow you are going out of here to the hospital.”
Those words were like daggers to me. Silently I prayed, “Swami, I came here to save my leg but it looks like I am going to lose my leg here instead of losing it in Madras. I will wait till the morning. If the swelling does not come down, somehow I shall drag myself to the Chitravati River and go to an obscure corner. There I shall lie without food and water and allow my life to ebb away. I am determined to do this.”
"But wait a minute. This decrease in swelling might just be temporary. It is quite possible that tomorrow it might go up again and even become worse.” However, despite his doubts, he allowed me to stay in the shed and did not send me off to the hospital.
Witness to a Miracle
I dragged myself to Darshan. I saw Swami from a distance; that is all. The next day, the swelling came down even further. By the fifth day or so, the leg was normal. The Volunteer in Charge was a constant witness and was amazed by the dramatic turn of events. He then began to ply me with a lot of questions and I told him of my numerous experiences. I said to him, “If I am alive today, it is entirely because of Swami. He never lets down those who have full faith in Him. It is very easy to earn Swami’s Grace. All that is required is total purity of thought, word and deed.” The man heard all this and asked, “Do you mean to say it is really all that simple?” I smiled and replied, “Well, why don’t you give it a try?”
Home at Last by Swami’s Grace
That evening, I went back to Madras. Meanwhile, my sons had found out what had happened and had a big fight with the auto rickshaw driver. They feared that in my move to save my leg I might have lost my life itself. There was a lot of chaos there when I landed, quite understandably. They gazed at me in shocked surprise and when they recovered, they asked, “What happened? Did Sai Baba talk to you?” I replied, “No, Swami was busy, and I was busy too in my own way, being absorbed in Him. Our job is to have total and unconditional faith in Him and His job is to shower Grace on us.”
– Heart2Heart Team
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