Sri Sathya Sai Vrindawith Love, at His service

The God of Small Things


The God of Small Things

by Sri B N Narasimha Murthy.

Last week, we saw how great achievers like Isaac Tigrett, Sachin Tendulkar, and Sunil Gavaskar have achieved great things in the material world due to their connect with Swami. It is very clear that without that inner connect and His will, we will not be able to achieve anything. So, we should put in our efforts and leave the rest to Swami; He would take care of the outcomes. And for the individual, whether the outcome is good or bad, it doesn’t matter as the activity becomes spiritual and an offering to God. It is that feeling with which we offer our work matters to Swami; much more than our material successes.

I would like to recall an incident when Swami recognised such an effort, which was made for an offering to Him. When I was the Warden of Prashanthi Nilayam hostel, Swami was once distributing watches to students in Mandir. Suddenly, He stopped the distribution and called for His car and went out. We were surprised as to why He suddenly did this. But when we came to know the background, we were thrilled.

There was one boy left behind in the hostel because he could not walk due to a leg injury. He was therefore in the hostel. The boy, alone in the hostel, was shedding tears – “Swami, You are giving watches to everybody; I know it but I am here.” I knew of this boy’s predicament and therefore had assigned a boy to take care of him. This boy needed assistance with everything, including attending to nature’s calls. But the boy who was helping him, when he got to know that Swami was distributing watches left the hostel and came to the Mandir, as He wanted to get the watch directly from Swami’s hands. While this was understandable, from the caretaker’s perspective he had left his job midway, leaving the injured boy alone.

The injured boy, all alone in the hostel, was experiencing the urgency of going to the rest room and was struggling to walk. At that time, Swami was distributing watches. But our all-knowing Lord, sensed the boy’s predicament, stopped the distribution mid-way and called for His car to reach the boy in the hostel! When Swami reached the hostel, the boy was struggling to walk towards the restroom. Swami went to him, made him stand, put His hand around his shoulders, took him to the rest-room, waited outside, and brought him back. Will anybody do this? Even a physical parent may not do this when they are in the midst of an important job. As human beings, we all have our limitations. That is why Swami resonates with the pain of His students.

Swami would always be like that. As Warden I have witnessed this outpouring of love many a times. Swami would often call the warden, and ask the boys, “How was the food today, boys?” The boys would look at my face and say, “Swami, food is good.” Swami would say, “Don’t look at your warden. Tell Me the truth.” They were in a big dilemma naturally. Then Swami would ask, “What was the breakfast this morning?” They will say, “Swami, idli and vada.” “How many idlis?” “Four idlis and two vadas.” “I know those idlis; they are only this much,” Swami would say, showing the size of the idlis with His hands. “So small, only one gulp, and they will swallow it”. Swami would then ask them, “How is chapathi?” They will say, “Swami, it is good.” Swami would say, “I am observing how you remove the periphery of the chapati because it is like leather and eat only what is in the middle.” “I know how good your sambar is. There is no difference between sambar and rasam. So called curd is thinner than buttermilk.” He would be on top of everything that happens in the hostel, and that was His love for His students!

I am sharing all this out of my joy because Swami is very much here, the Lord of the Universe who has created this Universe is right amidst us, sitting here in His subtle form and taking care of everything.

I had the great opportunity to serve Him in His close proximity for more than 50 years. Swami is nothing but the embodiment of love and compassion. As I type, my eyes are moist with tears of gratitude. So, I have to pause at this juncture, with my emotions getting the better of me. I may be 70 years old, but for Swami, I am still His child and I keep yearning for His love and care as a true child would. And He has never disappointed me.

With that, I close this narration. I hope to share a few more such lovely experiences, which only Swami can provide. Until then, my sincere prayers for one and all.