The Light Of Divinity: Page 29&30 Love: An ice-cream and the best birthday ever Guruji along with a few devotees decided to go to a hotel in Gurgaon and asked me to join in. Very shortly we were at the Bristol Hotel, and I was the one hogging Guruji’s special attention, as I was the youngest of the lot. Guruji walked briskly round the terrace of the hotel, settled down, and ordered cold drinks for the sangat. We had a great time, since the cold drinks were accompanied by snacks and followed by ice-cream. On our way back, while everyone was getting into their respective vehicles, Guruji especially enquired about my whereabouts and saw to it that I was comfortably placed with someone for a drop back at his place. When we reached Guruji’s place, Guruji asked me how the experience was. It had been absolutely wonderful. Guruji also asked me whether or not I had ice-cream. I had not, since I had a sore throat and I told him so. He said I should have had the ice-cream since it would have cured my throat. But I found later that those simple words of Guruji had cured my throat anyhow. Since then I have never had severe throat trouble—which troubled me at least once a year. Guruji’s admirable care and affection was again evident on a very special day. We were enjoying shabads and waiting for Guruji to start distributing prasad. On Guruji’s instructions, prasad was brought and kept right next to him. Guruji began distributing prasad from the side where I was sitting. In fact, I was the first to have it on that day. As I went ahead and took it, Guruji sprung a well-kept surprise. He conveyed to me in Punjabi that I should enjoy myself as this was my birthday. No one in the sangat knew about my birthday and no one in my family had told Guruji about it. That was my best birthday ever. Guruji doing the impossible After my graduation from Delhi University, for a short spell I wasn’t studying. Then Guruji instructed me to join an MBA course (through correspondence) from Symbiosis, a premier management institute. I filled in the form and was through with the formalities just in time to get admission in that session. For the examination, I had filled in a South Delhi centre as my first preference, since it was closer to our residence. But somehow, when I got my admit card, I found that the examination centre allocated was across Delhi. My father tried to get the centre changed, but we received communication from the Pune headquarters of the college that a centre once allocated could not be changed. Due to exams on successive days, it was impractical to travel a one-way distance of about 45 km daily. So I had to plan a stay at my grandparents’ place, 10-15 km from the centre. The problem was that living with my grandparents at Noida made it impossible for me to have Guruji’s darshan. I somehow managed the first exam, but even before the second exam, I was so upset that I began thinking of skipping the remaining exams. I cried as I wished and waited for Guruji’s grace to pull me out of this situation. But what happened next was beyond my imagination. As all students were quietly writing the exam, a faculty member of the centre turned up and enquired if anyone wanted to switch to an alternative centre out of a list that included the one I had tried for. I pounced on the opportunity. After the exam, the faculty member told me that their centre was facing a space crunch due to which this decision had been taken and he confirmed the change of my centre. I thus had the opportunity of visiting Guruji during my exams. Who except Guruji could have forced such a dramatic turn of events? Understanding Guruji’s powers is much beyond our comprehension. They confound logic. Once when the sangat had assembled at Guruji’s, an earthquake occurred. Everyone remained seated, with Guruji in his seat, but as it persisted for more than eight-ten seconds, there was some unrest. Sensing this, an initially unmoved Guruji, who had his legs folded on his chair, put his feet down. The reverberations ceased. Yet another time Guruji had gone to the Bade Mandir with some devotees including me. At the entrance gate, construction was on and there was a patch of wet cement. A wooden plank had been placed to facilitate the sangat’s movement. We used it to cross over, but Guruji decided to walk through the patch. To our amazement, there were no marks left on the wet cement. When we examined the spot just after, even a finger touch was leaving a mark!
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