Thursday, February 17, 2011

SAIMA IN ALL WALKS OF MY LIFE

ALL I NEED IS...

Saima,
Take my eyes
So that, they can see you always.
Saima,
Take my nose
So that it can sense your fragrance always.
Saima,
Take my ears
So that they can hear your melodious voice always.
Saima,
Take my lips
So that, they can smile to you always.
Saima,
Take my tongue
So that, they can praise you always.
Saima,
Take my throat
So that, they can sing for you always.
Saima,
Take my hands
So that, they can work for you always.
Saima,
Take my legs
So that, they can walk for you always.
Saima,
Take my heart
So that, it can beat for you always.
Saima,
Take everything and myself from me
All I need is to be with you always.

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

SAIMA IN ALL WALKS OF MY LIFE

SOMETHING SPECIAL

We were blessed with the divine Paadanamaskaara for the VIdya Vahini training camp held at Puttaparthi on 12th February 2011.

All were eagerly waiting in the queue to get into the first row for the divine dharshan. I and Anitha got late as we had to keep our books and pens in the room before entering the dharshan hall. Our friends somehow managed to keep two spaces for us in front of the queue with them. We were informed to gather in Poornachandra hall for the divine dharshan. My mind and heart were in a blissful state and I felt like smiling to everybody. When the shutter opened, ladies were allowed to get in first according to the protocol 'ladis first'. I seated at the third position in the second row. We were seated lengthwise running the divine path in between two rows. 
Bhajans were singing outside in Kulwant hall and thousands were waiting there for Swami's dharshan. Lucky ourselves, just 300 in a special hall, waiting for the divine dharshan. After an hour or so, Swami entered Poornachandra in his wheel chair. For the first time in my life Iam seeing Saima this close. Still that dharshan is in  my eyes. Unlike previous dharshans, I didn't cry or weep or was not witha heavy heart. But I was completely happy and was in a blissful state of mind. I was smiling widely to Swami. Swami patiently went through all the files shown by the faculty members of the Vidya Vahini Project in detail and heard them kindly and gave instructions. Swami blessed them with giving Paadanamaskaara and vibhuthi packets. At that time I remembered my argument with Saima last day:
"Swami, I don't want dharshan if you are gonna give dharshan from such a great distance. If it is gonna be like this, there is no point in you telling us that this is not Swami's home but our amma's home. When a child comes to her amma's home, obviously amma will take care of the child very much and will ask about her well being. But, what is happening now? You are giving a distant dharshan, as if we have never known each other.!"

After Swami had gone through all the files, He moved the wheel chair to where we were seated. Saima flowed like a breeze carrying the fragrance of divine eternal love; Saima moved like a drizzle cooling the heated hearts and minds with the divine eternal love. I could feel Swami like an ocean of love which has no starting point and no end point, concentrated and confined to a small lovely pure human form; an unimaginable vastness tapped in a little matter. Swami moved directly to our row and I felt so happy (beyond words and explanations) and I smiled blindly widely to Swami. Saima asked, "Ennamma...:" ":Ennamma..." to us as if he was replying my argument of last day. In reply to my demand, Swami looked directly to my eyes kindly and I called out "Swami..." I felt like He nodded in yes. Suddenly I took Paadanamaskaara and for a moment everything went blank; the whole world, everyone and evrything had gone far away from me and it was Swami and myself only. Unknowingly I started crying. I felt like Swami quenched my thirst which was there for years; I felt like I got the whole universe as gift; I felt like getting something for which I was yearning for lives.

Just imagine, how it will be, getting God's Paadanamaskaara. Still I can't believe the moment. Still I doubt, was that a dream?! Swami's Paadam is soft and I sensed warmrh at the moment I touched Swami's feet. I don't know what happened next! I burst into tears and hid my face in my hands with which I touched the divine feet. I felt like doing Abhisheka with my tears to Swami's feet. Everything happened all of a sudden. Now I wish, that moment to be paused.

Saima..., I love you so much. Give me the power to do youir works more. Swami, please make me a tool in all your works. Iam chasing you Swami..I wan't you..Swami....my beloved Saima.... I love you sooooooo.......................MUCH... 

Monday, February 14, 2011

Sunday, February 13, 2011

Tumse achha kaun SAI MAA

Tumse achha kaun SAI MAA
तुमसे अच्छा कौन साईं माँ 
jeevan ke safar mein tere sang chalenge
जीवन के सफ़र में तेरे संग चलेंगे 
Tumse achha kaun SAI MAA
तुमसे अच्छा कौन साईं माँ 
is duniya mein tere siva koi nahi hai pyaar yahan
इस दुनिया में तेरे सिवा कोई नहीं है प्यार यहाँ 
jab mein pukarun tumko hi pauun jaise aasmaan mein chaand sitaare 
जब में पुकारूं तुमको ही पाऊँ जैसे आसमान में चाँद सितारे 
Tumse achha kaun SAI MAA
तुमसे अच्छा कौन साईं माँ 
har sason mein samaane vale tum hamare praan ho
हर सासों में समाने वाले तुम हमारे प्राण हो 
sabke dilon mein basne vale tum hamare takdeer ho
सबके दिलों में बसने वाले तुम हमारी  तकदीर हो 
Tumse achha kaun SAI MAA
तुमसे अच्छा कौन साईं माँ 
jeevan ke safar mein  tere sang chalenge
जीवन के सफ़र में तेरे संग चलेंगे 
Tumse achha kaun SAI MAA
तुमसे अच्छा कौन साईं माँ 

This song was written and composed by one of the old student in Sathya Sai University by name Vishal Mukiya 

Jai Sai Ram

Wednesday, February 9, 2011



This is my prayer to thee, my lord--strike, strike at the root of penury in my heart.
Give me the strength lightly to bear my joys and sorrows.
Give me the strength to make my love fruitful in service.
Give me the strength never to disown the poor or bend my kneesbefore insolent might.
Give me the strength to raise my mind high above daily trifles.
And give me the strength to surrender my strength to thy will with LOVE. 
                     Rabindranath Tagore’s    Gitanjali