a small room several floors up with a big 'OM' written on the outside, in
the midst of the busiest wholesale market in New Delhi, on Nai Sarak,
Chandni Chowk. This was when Santji met him, always in this same
simplest of attires, with nothing else in the room but a long planks of
wood, 2 bricks and a brick for a pillow. On the side he always had a
warm fireplace as the Rishis of old. He would prepare tea for his visitors
and sometimes give the ashes of it to someone as a gift, in answer to a
request, I was told several times.
Everyone said he never ate meals nor wore clothes except one man,
who once saw him in the local tea shop wearing several shirts and people
lined up to put more shirts on him!!
Admiral Surgeon Dr. Melhotra told me that after giving him a fine
shawl one winter and visiting him a few days later the room would again
be empty and Babaji would be smiling! There is a long list of the amazing
and unique stories I have heard from those who knew him, specially from
Santji himself.
The most beautiful thing is that he used to leave his room every evening
and walk to the banks of the Yamuna River where he would sit in Samadhi
all night. Often when Santji would meet him he would say, 'Last night I met
Sanvalashah ( Sri Krishna)!
He would speak in his own Urdu Poetry :
'Yeh Nur Uska. Yeh Zahoor Uska.
Gar Tu Na Deke, To Kazur Kiska?!'
'This Light is His! (pointing to his chest)
This Scene is His! (pointing outward)
If you can't see this,
Then who's fault this is?!'
Santji spoke of Om Baba's sweet gentle nature and of his powerful
words! Their friendship was proverbial as is with great mystics. They
often sent messages to each other. Then a message was sent to Santji
from Om Babaji,who said he was waiting for Santji, and that he should
come soon to meet him because he was going on 'Yatra'. At that meeting
many loving and precious words were exchanged, they embraced at
departing and Santji started down the long stairways. By the time he
reached the street below, someone called out from Babaji's window
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| ॐ ॐ ॐ ॐ ॐ ๑۩۞۩๑இڿڰۣ-ڰۣღ SHRI OM BABA JI இڿڰۣ-ڰۣღ ๑۩۞۩๑ ॐ ॐ ॐ ॐ ॐ |
a small room several floors up with a big 'OM' written on the outside, in
the midst of the busiest wholesale market in New Delhi, on Nai Sarak,
Chandni Chowk. This was when Santji met him, always in this same
simplest of attires, with nothing else in the room but a long planks of
wood, 2 bricks and a brick for a pillow. On the side he always had a
warm fireplace as the Rishis of old. He would prepare tea for his visitors
and sometimes give the ashes of it to someone as a gift, in answer to a
request, I was told several times.
Everyone said he never ate meals nor wore clothes except one man,
who once saw him in the local tea shop wearing several shirts and people
lined up to put more shirts on him!!
Admiral Surgeon Dr. Melhotra told me that after giving him a fine
shawl one winter and visiting him a few days later the room would again
be empty and Babaji would be smiling! There is a long list of the amazing
and unique stories I have heard from those who knew him, specially from
Santji himself.
The most beautiful thing is that he used to leave his room every evening
and walk to the banks of the Yamuna River where he would sit in Samadhi
all night. Often when Santji would meet him he would say, 'Last night I met
Sanvalashah ( Sri Krishna)!
He would speak in his own Urdu Poetry :
'Yeh Nur Uska. Yeh Zahoor Uska.
Gar Tu Na Deke, To Kazur Kiska?!'
'This Light is His! (pointing to his chest)
This Scene is His! (pointing outward)
If you can't see this,
Then who's fault this is?!'
Santji spoke of Om Baba's sweet gentle nature and of his powerful
words! Their friendship was proverbial as is with great mystics. They
often sent messages to each other. Then a message was sent to Santji
from Om Babaji,who said he was waiting for Santji, and that he should
come soon to meet him because he was going on 'Yatra'. At that meeting
many loving and precious words were exchanged, they embraced at
departing and Santji started down the long stairways. By the time he
reached the street below, someone called out from Babaji's window
that the Soul had left the body!!
இڿڰۣ-ڰۣღ ๑۩۞۩๑ ॐ ॐ ॐ ॐ ॐ
இڿڰۣ-ڰۣღ ๑۩۞۩๑ ॐ ॐ ॐ ॐ ॐ
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