Mother Sathya Sai
(This article was written by Sri
B.N. Narasimhamurthy, Warden, Sri Sathya Sai Hostel, Brindavan
Campus of the Sri Sathya Sai Institute of Higher Learnng)
It was the summer of 1978. My
mother was hospitalized for the treatment of swollen thyroid
glands which were causing severe pain. An operation was advised by
the doctors. But she did not want to undergo the operation. She
wanted me to approach Bhagavan and pray for her cure without
undergoing surgery. "If He wills, nothing is impossible", she said.
Her faith in Baba had been built up over a period of nearly ten
years and so had mine. But I had never put forth before Baba any
of my requests regarding mundane problems.
Whenever Baba talked to me, the
conversation centered around spiritual topics. So I was reluctant
to go to Baba with this request. But my mother persisted. I was in
a dilemma. Very reluctantly, I went to Brindavan - Baba's ashram
near Bangalore - to pray for my mother's health. Baba came to me
and asked, "What is the matter?" I knelt with folded hands, saying
"Swami, my mother is in the hospital." "Which mother?", He asked!
I was perplexed, but answered, "My mother, Swami." He repeated the
question like a good teacher and I repeated the same answer like a
dull student. There was a mischievous smile on His face, which He
tried to conceal and asked, "This mother or that mother?" I was
confused, perplexed and could not follow the hint given by the
great Teacher. I displayed my ignorance again by repeating, "My
mother, Swami." He found me to be a very dull student, incapable
of gazing into the depths of the Master's mind. With a wave of His
hand, He created vibhuti and poured it into my outstretched palms
saying, "Let her undergo the operation. She will be all right."
Then came the revelation from the
compassionate Divine Master. He bent down as I was kneeling, and
whispered in His sweet voice, "Your Mother is Sai mAtA." Six years
after that momentous revelation, on one of those beautiful
mornings of late summer, I was sitting at the feet of my mother -
Sai mAtA. She was explaining to me the inner meaning of a few of
the beautiful works of sculpture in Her abode - Prashanthi Mandir.
I was exhilarated by one of Her
lucid and thrilling explanations and pleaded, "Swami, these things
must be published so that all can enjoy this feast for the soul."
"Things without much value need advertisement. I and my works do
not need it," She said and dilated on it further, "Suppose a
mother gives food or clothes or other gifts to her children, does
she publicize it in the newspapers? WHATEVER I GIVE TO THE WORLD,
I GIVE LIKE A MOTHER." Another profound revelation!