A dialogue with a kid
A visit to the Sri Sathya Sai Primary School
On the 27th of September, 2011, I visited the Sri Sathya Sai Primary school because one of my colleagues told me something amazing that his son, who was in the 4th class, had told him. What was that shall unfold in this piece, but it was compelling enough to make me drive down to the Primary school with my colleague.
We entered the premises and my colleague requested to meet his son. The practise for the Annual Sport and Cultural Meet that takes place on 11th January was on and all the kids were headed to the ground. The Sports Meet is a time when the love and grace of Bhagawan Sri Sathya Sai Baba is visibly seen. I remember with horripilation the Sports Meet of 1999, when Swami literally bled to see the children smile. I must say that the children too, on their part, do everything to bring a smile on Swami's face. Thus, the Sports Meet time is a time of energetic hustle and bustle. Everyone is running about, completely involved in his/her respective event. It was in this melee of kids that my colleague's son, K, was located. K came up to us and he was happy seeing me. I made him sit next to me and simply started.
Me: Tell me, what happened last Friday.
K : Swami came to hostel. ( 'Swami here' refers to Bhagawan Sri Sathya Sai Baba)
Me: No! Tell me properly. What happened?
K : It was middle of night. There was no light. (There have been a lot of power cuts of late, as part of the strikes that people are doing in support of a certain KCR who is demanding for a separate state of Telangana to be carved out of Andhra Pradesh.) So I got scared. I wanted to go to toilet. Then Swami came.
Me: How did He come? ( It felt terrible interrogating the child, but I was really intrigued)
K : Just like that. He was there and He was wearing a white robe. He held my hand.
Me: Which hand?
K : This hand( shows me his right hand). That time some yellow bumps also came on my hand. They vanished the next day. ( He made me touch those places on his palm where the ‘yellow bumps’ had appeared. The bumps were gone but the skin still seemed thick there, like how one gets due to constant rubbing on a hard surface.)
Me: Were the bumps painful? What were they?
K : I don’t know. They are not paining. Then He was singing, “Why fear when I am here.”
Me: Do you know that song?
K : Only little. But He sang the whole song. He held my hand and we walked towards the bathroom. When we were crossing the pantry, the light came on and He went away.
Me : How did He go away?
K : Like a flash. Very fast.
Me: Hey K! You know Swami has taken Mahasamadhi. What did you feel when you saw Him like that in front of you?
K : I was surprised first. But I was scared and I wanted to go to toilet. So I felt happy. Now I am not surprised.
K : Because Swami comes almost everyday...
Me: Everyday?! Did He come yesterday?
K : Yes. R had an injury on His knees. Swami came at night and patted him on his head and put him to sleep.
Me: Did R also see Swami?
K : Yes.
Me: So, only you and R see Swami everyday?
K : No. On Sunday, we were all sitting in the class at night. Again the power went out. So the teacher went out to see. There was only one light - in the altar, there was a lamp. Because we were scared, Swami came and stood in the class. He was there till the teacher came.
Me: Who saw Him?
K : Whole class.
Me: Did you tell the teachers and headmiss aunty?
K : Yes.
Me: And what did they say?
K : They said, “Very beautiful”
Me: How was Swami standing?
( K got up and showed me. Swami was blessing with His right hand and His left hand was pointing to His feet. This was exactly the pose of Sri Venkateswara, the Lord at Tirupati. )
Then K just ran away to join his friends with the practise. I felt great joy in my heart. I remembered what Jesus said,
“Let the little children come to me and do not hinder them, for to such belongs the kingdom of heaven.”
Here was the Lord coming to the children!
I was reminded of some of the dreams I had in the past few days. In them, Swami had told me how much the little children from the Primary School make Him happy. Even after those dreams, I am thrilled at this little boy’s narrative. These children must have made Him really happy!!
The magnificence of innocence
This is not the first case nor will it be the last one when a child has 'seen' and 'spoken to' Swami in the physical even after the so-called Mahasamadhi. Very often, our reaction to such a claim by the kid is to doubt its honesty and question its state of mind. We forget that, unlike us adults, the child has nothing to gain or lose by what it says. It speaks only what it sees and experiences - nothing more; nothing less. The Bible proclaims,
"Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God."
I feel that instead of responding with skepticism and disbelief, something which will only silence the kid from expressing and not from experiencing, we should respond with a positive envy. An envy that drives us to develop innocence and purity of a child. Doesn't Swami emphasize often, "Purity leads to Divinity"?
May our hearts too develop the love of a child towards Swami and may our eyes see Him like a child's eye.
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