Encounter with an Ageless Saint of Himalayas – Part 2

The Inevitable Journey to Himalayas

Himalayas - The Abode of everything precious. Destination to many. Life to a lot.

When the two visitors left the old saint, they were in complete awe. They did not speak to each other for a long time. They were lost in their own thoughts. The saint subtly invoked in them an inspiration to follow their own dharma, stick to one path to attain spiritual progress, and he performed, in front of them, great siddhis without any pretension, pomp or splendor. It was obvious that there was no effort from his side to impress them, nor did he expect anything from them. All the attractions from the material world which they could possibly offer, were of no interest to this semi-naked saint. Is he a Saint of the Navnath tradition? Well, it really did not matter which path he followed. It only mattered where he has reached!!! And he has indeed reached “HOME” or was very close to it. :)

They managed to find a place to stay, took bath in the “tapt kund” or the spring of warm water, and attended the evening prayers. Everything happened in a semi-conscious state. Their mind was elsewhere. They felt as if they have found the teacher they have been searching for, since life times. Many thoughts cropped up in their minds. They mused… Will he accept them as his disciples? Are they eligible? And what about their family back home? It is not easy to detach. Mind wants to, but responsibilities compel one to stay put. Everyone cannot be a “siddharth” to abandon his family, eh? :) Is abandonment perhaps better than emotional divorce and pretentious co-existence, just to avoid a separation due to whatever reasons?. Not at all. Well, In many cases, usually mind is wandering elsewhere while body is right here! Plastic friendships. Plastic relationships! For those people, everything happens mechanically at home. No love. No feelings. Just fulfilling their duties. Just co-existence based on some fear, or just “tamas” or inertia! This is bad indeed, while abandoning one’s duty or responsibility is not a good idea either. Life is not easy; isn’t it? :) Everyone has a bit of escapism in them. Everyone wants to run away from something. But, situations compel them to stay back. Some break free. Escapism amounts to only postponement and it is never a completion of anything. It is never ever recommended in spiritual path. It is extremely important to watch every thought, word and action, because each moment we are carving our own destiny. Relationships are certainly quite a binding force, in the aspect of liberation, as abandonment or escapism is not a solution. Entering into a relationship is very easy, while fulfilling them is not.

The hot blessing in the cold Himalayas!!! The warm and loving GIFT of GOD... Tapt Kund

Somehow, the visitors slept for a few hours. Overwhelming thoughts were bothering them. Despite the serious cold atmosphere, and strange environment, they felt they were still very energetic and not hungry or thirsty. What a magic! They did not know when they finally fell asleep. At around 4AM, they heard sounds from outside the door of their small room, sounds of people walking and chanting. So, they too got up, brushed their teeth in icy cold water – which was not quite enjoyable :) , took a dip in tapt kund (warm spring) again and felt much better. Then they went to the temple for the early morning worship.

After the worship, as the day broke, they could not resist themselves and started walking towards the direction of the saint’s abode. When they arrived, he was chanting some manthras and performing “homa” or fire ceremony. They waited till he completed. After the rituals, the saint invited them to sit around the fire, to ease the cold and purify themselves in the proximity of fire. They bowed down to the fire place, took some sacred ash from it and reverentially applied it on their forehead.They were keen to hear the saint’s journey from the south of India to the icy cold Badrinath and pick up the pearls of his wisdom.

To break the ice of silence and initiate a conversation, they asked: “Swamiji, during winter, when Badrinath is usually covered in ice, do you still stay here, or do you go down to the lower regions of Himalayas?”

Love Eternally Flows as Guru Tattwa. We need EYES to see its eternal splendor...

Swamiji laughed, “What have I got to do with the elements? Why will they bother me? I go nowhere. I am an old man. I stay here. How can any ice dampen my fire?” He pointed at the fire in front of them. They understood the hidden meaning. The fire that he meant was the fire of spirituality. Ice for him is distraction from his path. No distractions can conquer his single pointed, dedicated spiritual life indeed, because the single force that creates all distractions, THE MIND, does not exist in him!!! He is always in a “No Mind State”. So, Maya or delusion cannot exist either. He is in total control of himself and the external elements. It was obvious that distractions have no room in his life. They thought “How many people are chasing rainbows still. When they get closer, there is only water vapor!!!. They fall in the trap of mirages through generations! And here is a saint, who has nothing to do with illusions, distractions, delusions, rainbows…. and sits here in his old body like a rock or pillar in the path of spirituality, laughing at those who chase images and words and get themselves totally lost when both images and words decay and perish!!! What a world of pomposity; And wasted lives!!! How many lifetimes have we chased rainbows and stayed ignorant of our own folly!!! God only knows! :)

The Whole World is rushing for something. Most do not know where they are going and what they are looking for...

They asked “Swamiji, how did you reach here?”

Swamiji laughed again, briefly, and said “How does it matter to you? Everyone has a story, like you yourself have. And no two stories are alike. All stories are insignificant as every life is inimitable, distinct, unique and lives keep flowing through time into eternity. The past of this body has no value for me nor you, just like your past. If you can carry something from me now, this moment, do so. I am here to give. And, this moment is your only reality”.

They did not know how to carry on, or what to carry, as they did not know their capacities or their requirements. They mused “What a situation! A saint who is capable of giving us everything we would ever need is asking what we would want from him and we do not know what we want! If Lord Badrinath Himself comes in front of us and offers a boon, what will we request? This is the naked truth of our existence. We do not know what we need!!!” Finally, they said: “Bless us, Swamiji, so that we do not fall into the traps of spiritual path”.

Swamiji said ” Tathasthu!” (So Be It) and continued: “Abandon dependency on siddhis (spiritual powers), as if they do not exist at all; As you may gain them, when you progress spiritually. Respect siddhis and live without any attachment towards them. Then you will stay liberated. Siddhis often bind a person and prevent his spiritual elevation. The lure of siddhis can also instigate, in your mind, the presence of the six most powerful and extremely dangerous enemies of human existence, and especially so in the path of spirituality. Those are: kama (Desire, Lust), krodha (Anger), lobha (Greed), moha (Delusion, Attachment), mada (egoistic pride) and matsarya (jealousy/envy). They are like invisible cancer that usually binds and destroys human beings from within themselves. Always beware of these enemies. Always stay rooted in the TRUTH and non-violence in all aspects of your life, with supreme FAITH.”

When mind is conquered, All fears disappear...

They met Swamiji many times during their stay in Badrinath. They conversed a lot during those days. They collected fragments of Swamiji’s story, which he uttered randomly. He did not narrate his story, ever, but, alluded to many incidents of his past, as examples to prove some point during their conversation. This was good enough to get a general idea about his life and journey. The biggest surprise was that Swamiji was born in 1600!!! He was almost 370 years old!!! What follows is the story….

“GO TO THE NORTH. DO NOT LOOK BACK”

The Land of Gods. The cradle of Spirituality...HIMALAYAS

February 23rd 1600, on the banks of the elegant river Nila in the southern part of India, in a small house, around midnight, a baby boy was born. He was called Raman. His parents were poor brahmins. He became their only child. Raman’s father was a priest in a nearby temple. It was a small temple and his income was mostly nothing more than a meal a day or a few coins, which the worshippers gave away in abandon. Mostly, he had to satisfy himself and his family with very little food and no money. He had a house, one mango tree and two coconut trees in his small property. They managed their life with that, as Raman grew up. Raman had never been exposed to any luxuries, which the neighborhood feudal lords of their own community enjoyed. Raman’s mother used to visit the rich families during celebrations or festivals, as it was more or less customary, and they used to give her food and clothing.

Being a true and satwic Brahmin, Raman’s father would get up at 3AM every morning and, after a dip in the nearby river, go to the temple in wet clothes to preserve sanctity of the temple and its deity. The temple was not far away from his house. A narrow lane brought him to the temple. On one such morning, while he was climbing the stone steps from the river, he felt a slight pain in his chest. He ignored it and continued towards the temple. Before he could enter the temple, he collapsed and breathed his last, due to a massive heart attack. Since it was too early in the morning, there were none around to support him or take him to the local physician.

That day’s sun rose in the village with the news of the death of the noble priest. Raman was three years and a few months old when his father died. He knew that something terribly wrong has happened in his house, but did not quite understand the depth of the tragedy. He saw his father “sleeping” on the floor, watched by many. He could not understand why his father was sleeping during day time, which he has never seen before. He also could not understand why all of them were watching his father, as he slept. For him, it meant nothing, because his father sleeps every night, just like he does, and nobody was quite concerned about it so far.

It was quite different for his mother. The sole bread winner of their household has left forever! She did not know what to do next. Raman saw that his mother was crying. She looked inconsolable. He slowly went and touched her hand. She hugged him and cried more. She kept repeating: “Your father has gone forever. He has left us alone!!!”

At times, situations strangle us and leave us helpless. Our souls continue to seek liberation...

Little did Raman know that this was the beginning of a life grossly uncertain and insensitively tragic for both of them. His father looked peaceful in his sleep. They had kept his body on the verandah of their house. Some priests came and took the body of his father away from home, put it on some wood that they cut from the mango tree, bathed Raman, made him do some ritual and finally burnt his father’s body in the fire. Raman watched all this without knowing anything in particular. He was quite disturbed when he saw his father’s body being burnt. He could not understand why his father, who was only sleeping, was being burnt!!! A deep sorrow welled inside him and he burst out crying, even though he was too young to digest the depth of the matter. Many uncles and aunts who came during funeral tried to console him and his mother, and expressed a lot of love before they left for their own homes. They invited him and his mother to come to their places, after the usual mourning time was over.

Soon after the death of his father, he and his mother started experiencing poverty. There was no food at home. Being a brahmin (priestly caste) woman, it was difficult for Raman’s mother to find a job, as social conditions allowed her to work only in houses of people of her community. It was not easy. At that time, caste system was severely controlling and quite obscene in India. Brahmin women were not allowed to be seen in public, let alone work outside their homes. Likewise, those of the other castes, especially those who consume meat and fish, were not allowed to come near brahmins, who chanted manthras and performed poojas or systematic worship of the deities, in their own homes as well as temples. The sacred fire was kept alive in their houses through generations.

We dearly Love Our Pets....sometimes a bit too much that we want to eat them!!! How Selfish We ARE!!!

The initial reason for this system of un-touch-ability between castes was, that flesh of animals are dead organisms or dead bodies without any prana. Temples have deities or idols that are installed with sacred rituals that ensured live praana exists in them, and its power had to be maintained. The prescribed methods of worship and manthras were made to maintain and enhance the power of the deities. Dead organisms were contradictory to manthras and hence against this purpose. That is why they kept themselves away from all the people who consumed flesh and fish. It goes without saying that some people were not even allowed to enter into temples, because of the same reason. Rigid systems were made to ensure sanctity and power of deities in temples, and priests who were well educated in the proper worship pattern were chosen to perform daily worships, which usually started during Brahma Muhurtha or the time between 3AM and 6AM. Brahma Muhurtha is considered as the heavenly time. Priests were also expected to maintain purity. Later, systems were abused and un-touch-ability became caste based and discriminatory.

Mother Sheds her tears through time and space... Her tears still flow...

Raman’s mother did not know what to do. Being born a brahmin became a curse for her. Those of other castes did not have any problem to get a job, in the paddy fields or as household maids at the houses of Feudal Lords. She did not know how to lead the rest of her life and bring up a small child. She visited their relatives who lived in their neighborhood. None really showed any concern and any sincere intention to help, except allowing them to join in for a meal, if the time was appropriate. After a few visits, she stopped doing that; as it did not do them any good, and it amounted to more humiliation. Especially, she was worried about Raman and how he would feel.  It was obvious that none were sincere enough to help them. All their offers for help during the funeral were false and it became clear to her that they actually never meant it.

She still maintained some hope and tried to contact her own and her husband’s relatives who lived near and far through a paddy field worker (like a farmer) who lived in their neighborhood. This man was loyal, but, being born in a different caste, he had his limitations. He was not even allowed to look at her or talk to her face to face. As was customary, she always hid behind the door or wall while conversing with him. He was quite sincere and always carried her notes and letters to her relatives and also got her replies from them. None really wanted to help. Everyone gave one excuse or another, for not being in a position to help her and her son. A few sympathetically sent her some food or old clothes. This was surely a one time assistance. But, life had to go on…

Re-inventing ourselves is always good, as changes are inevitable. Often, we have to re-invent ourselves to make ourselves heard too!!!

The paddy field worker always brought Raman a fruit or a sweet whenever he came to their house. Even though it was not allowed to eat the food prepared or touched by a person of another caste, Raman and his mother did not care, because they were hungry and helpless. His sincerity and love was unconditional and unmistakable, and they were deeply touched by that.

A few weeks after her husband’s death, a distant aunt came to visit them. She was kind of a wandering monk who did not stay at one place for long. She was reasonably respected by the society. She was far away when Raman’s father died, and when she heard the news, she decided to visit them at once. She was saddened at the plight of this family. And she was deeply disappointed that all their other relatives kept a blind eye on them, and avoided them. She promptly took initiative, discussed with a nearby rich family and got Raman’s mother a job in their house, as a domestic help or, in other words, a house maid. Raman’s mother started working there immediately since the rich family was from her own community and it was thus acceptable.

Raman also accompanied his mother to her workplace, as she could not leave the small boy alone in their own house. There were many people in the house, and many children too. They were good and kind people. Raman and his mother were treated well by all. They got sufficient food at all times, and none bothered or interfered in their freedom. When his mother involved herself in the household chores such as cooking food, washing or cleaning, Raman played with other children of the house. They even shared their goodies with him. So, Raman and his mother finally found peace and happiness and it was a big relief for them, from the serious uncertainties that they faced after Raman’s father’s death.

Hunger of her children drives any mother to her very limits...

One day, the lady of the house announced to all the maids and servants that her daughter’s marriage is finalized and they must prepare themselves for the big event. She distributed new clothes to all of them, as a token of happiness associated with the big event and asked them to wear it on the day of the event. All were happy and quite chirpy. Raman also got new clothes. He was thrilled. He came running to his mother to show his new proud possessions to her. She hugged him and shed tears of joy. Little did she know that this event would be a turning point in both her and her son’s life.

As the date of the event neared, guests started flowing in. Workload increased tremendously. One day, as Raman’s mother was cleaning the rooms on the first floor of the huge building, the mother of the bride asked her to come inside her bedroom and have a look at the gold and precious stone jewelery that they had bought for the occasion. This was the first time Raman’s mother was seeing such splendor of richness. Mother of the bride gave a necklace studded with diamonds in her hand to see. She marveled at its beauty and splendor, looked at it, appreciated it and gave it back to her. Not even once did she feel that she too should have some ornaments like that. Raman’s mother was a pious and level headed lady. She knew where she stood in the society. She never craved for earthly richness. Soon, she went away to complete her work.

Tolerance and co-existence makes life worthwhile. Love transcends everything...

Soon after lunch, she heard a big commotion in the house. People were running up and down. Someone told her, “The necklace is stolen!!!”. She had touched and felt it. So she knew that it was quite an expensive one. They searched the entire house. They called the police and they questioned everybody, especially the domestic helps and servants. They even took some of them to the police station and beat them up to get the truth. They took Raman’s mother too, as the mother of the bride told the police that Raman’s mother has seen and held the ornament. She tried her best to convince everyone that she has not taken it. They checked her thoroughly. They checked her house. She was threatened, abused and humiliated to bring out the truth as to where she has hidden the stolen material. She cried and cried. She begged to them to believe her words.  The necklace was not found. Finally, all were frustrated and gave up. But, they never stopped suspecting her. One day before the marriage, she and Raman were asked to leave the house. She lost her job! She could not believe her fate! Raman could not understand what was going on, but, understood that his mother is in terrible distress. His innocent mind thought that she was crying because she had no gold jewelery on her. He tried to console her as best as he could, telling her that when he grows up, he will work hard and buy lots of gold for her. This made her cry more. It was not gold that she was after, it was just two meals a day for Raman. That is all what she wanted in life. She never cared for herself. How can she tell this to Raman? How could she make this small child understand? She refused to sadden the young child’s heart and pretended happiness.

After the marriage, the elders of the community who supported the feudal lords decided to punish Raman’s mother for stealing the jewelry, as they firmly believed that she still has it. They issued an order “Nobody should give her a job, food or any other support. Nobody should give her medicines or clothing. No physician should treat her. She is completely excommunicated from the society”. The day she was thus excommunicated by the society, Raman’s mother wanted to commit suicide. All hopes had vanished. But, she could not think of killing the then 6 year old Raman. She decided to survive and keep him alive. An excommunicated woman will not be assisted anybody in the village, or else they will also get excommunicated. If someone is seen helping her, that person also will be excommunicated. Fearing the order of the powerful Feudal lords, none dared to even offer them a glass of water, let alone allow her to work in their farms or houses. Day by day, she started becoming weak. She and Raman survived on whatever was available in their own little property. They had no money and no support. Nobody even looked at them. This was more torture than imprisonment for them.

For Every Mother, her child is the most precious. Not only for humans. It is the same for all beings. Before killing the child of any being - humans, animals or birds, please remember the unforgivable agony of its loving mother...

The neighborhood farmer who used to help them also could not help them any further because of the excommunication order. He felt too helpless and angry. But, he had his own family and he was afraid that his bold actions could adversely affect his own wife and children. Everyone stayed away from them. Steadily, Raman’s mother fell sick. Since no physician would treat her, she could not gather any medicine. Still she tried to collect fallen seeds and fruits from their yard and make at least one small meal for Raman everyday. Raman also helped her as best as he could. In a few days, her health deteriorated further and she became more and more weak. She could not even stand on her own legs. She crawled from one room to the other. Raman was too small to lift her. Yet, he tried his best to help his ailing mother. Raman’s mother knew that she will not live for long.

One night, she called Raman to her side. Raman saw tears running down her cheeks. She hugged him and said: “My son, I will leave you soon. I am sorry. I cannot stay in this body any longer. I am going to where your father has gone. But, I cannot take you now. I have always taken you where ever I went. Now, I must go alone. I will die soon. When I die, you alone will not be able to burn my body, as you and our relatives did, when your father died. You are too small. You have no money and nobody will help you. If you could, drag my body till the edge of the yard, (which was about 20 feet away from their door), push my body into the pit there and throw some soil on it. If you cannot do that, just leave my body here, take this stick and this cloth sack and walk towards north.” 

“GO TO THE NORTH. DO NOT LOOK BACK.“. Those were the last words of that poor, innocent and pious lady. She closed her eyes. Raman hugged her and put her head on his lap. He rested his head on her face. An hour or two went like that. He started feeling that her face was slowly becoming cold. Her breath was stopping. He poured some water into her mouth. She drank a little and the rest spilled out of her mouth. She looked at his face one last time, as if blessing him, and she passed away.

Mother and Child - An Unconditional Relationship, past comparisons...

In the Mad World of Pretensions, Who reckons the tears of Helplessness of a poor boy? If we cannot see the tears of our fellow beings, how can we ever see the invisible God???

Raman sat next to her body, hugging his mother till the day break. He did not know what to do. Suddenly he had become an orphan. There was nobody in his life anymore. He got up and sat on the veranda looking outside. Birds were chirping in the yard outside. Grazing animals looked at him. Did they comprehend his sorrow? He hoped and wished that someone would look at him. Nobody looked at him or even at his house. He cried and cried. Nobody cared. He went back inside. He saw his mother’s body again. Again, a wave of sorrow overwhelmed him. He hugged her and cried. Finally, he decided to do what his mother asked him to do. With great difficulty, he dragged the body of his mother, which was very stiff and dry by then, to the edge of the door. Somehow, he dragged it out of the door and into the sand outside. He was sobbing and crying too. When he was trying to drag the body of his mother through the sand, the farmer who used to help them in the past, saw this. He could not believe what he saw. He was shocked to see this small boy dragging the body of his dead mother through the yard. He was terribly agonized when he suddenly realized that the pious woman, his neighbor, whom he always respected, has passed away!!. The agony tore through his heart along with a deep guilt of not being able to help them, when they needed it the most. Now it is too late.  He told himself: “Let the lords excommunicate me or kill me. I just don’t care. I must help this poor child”. He came running and helped Raman to move the body of his mother to the pit that she had mentioned. He brought a pick axe and covered her body with soil and wet mud. Both him and Raman sat there looking at the grave yard for a while. Soon, Raman got up, went inside their house, took the stick and the cloth sack that his mother had entrusted him with. He opened the cloth sack. He cried again, when he saw that his mother had packed some raw rice, a few coins and a few loin clothes for her son, despite their deep poverty!!! This was her only savings!!!. Finally, Raman wiped his tears and came out. The farmer was waiting outside. He said: “Come with me. I will look after you. I will take you home”. Raman thanked him and told him what his mother had asked him to do. The farmer listened to Raman’s words with tears in his eyes. He knew that he cannot change Raman’s mind. He loved his mother so much. He will not do anything contrary to her wish or command. As Raman took two steps towards the border of their yard, one messenger came running to him and asked: “”Where is your mother? Her Lordship wants her back in her household. They finally found the missing necklace. It had fallen between two large beds and when they took the beds out for cleaning, they found the necklace. The Lords have removed her ban and excommunication. She is now welcomed back to their household. You are welcome too.” Raman stared at him and gently smiled. He pointed towards the grave yard of his mother and without any emotions, said: “There she is. She cannot come back to their house anymore. She has gone forever.”

Raman looked one last time at their small house. He bowed down at the grave of his mother and walked towards “North”. He never ever looked back. That small boy Raman was the 370 year old saint sitting in front of the visitors to Badrinath!!!

Life Eternally Flows. Who has understood it in its completeness? Who has understood its 360 degree dimensions?

God willing, I shall narrate his journey in the next part of this trilogy.

Love and respect all beings. Every being feels, just like we do. Sensitiveness is a real virtue. Have plenty of it. Have plenty of Love within. Let LOVE overflow yourself all the time. Love all and Serve all – your life will become total and complete! Remain Blessed!

Love You Always

M

There is nothing to "gain". Empty handed we came, empty handed we leave. We cannot "own" anything. All the competition of this world is a product of ignorance. Total Ignorance!!

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30 thoughts on “Encounter with an Ageless Saint of Himalayas – Part 2

  1. Dearest Mohanji:

    Your writings have a deep impact on me. I am in tears as i read the story of Raman and his beloved mother. Mohanji you are the Saint , you are Raman is it not? We are very fortunate to come into contact in this lifetime.
    It brought back memories of my own mother who struggled to bring us up, It was my mother’s anniversary yesterday and the question that rings in my mind is Why?

  2. dear mohanji

    Really very educational/impressive realistic and very well edited/presented with appropriate photgraphs.

    Great job continues to be done.

    An eye opener[3rd Eye!!!]

    All the best

    Keep up the spirits/great work

    Prakash Babu
    Human capability Learning
    Enabling Success

  3. Sincere gratitude for this touching Life sharing, Let the Ignorance get completely wiped off from this heart .

    Pranams

  4. Dear Mohanji,
    Was also profoundly touched by this beautifully written post, laden with poignant meaning. Through this deep and delicate story, I am sure you have succeeded in lighting yet another lamp of awareness within many of us; a lamp that helps us find our way “home” when we feel lost, when we become deaf, blind or insensitive to the Truth of existence and that helps us carve out mindful and meaningful manifestations of our own destiny. Thank-you Mohanji, for lighting up this day, and this life.

  5. Dearest Mohan sai

    Thanks for sharing this story .i got so touched with the whole thing that i could not read the whole story in one go ,coz tears were rolling down my eyes and many times i had to wipe it.while reading it, I go t so carried away and it took me back to memory lane as i experienced quite the same attitude of relatives as Raman’s mother after loosing my Husband.why people become so merciless when you need them the most or Why God also ignores you at that vary time.

    Well Mohanji you know the best reasons. Is it one’s karma that one has to face so much of hardships?

    With sincere Gratitude and love for ever…… OM SAI SRI SAI JAI JAI SAI !!

    Anita Puri

  6. Dearest Guruji,

    What an emotional and choking story. One cannot imagine what Raman’s mother must have gone through. Thanks for sharing such a beautiful and touching story.

    Om Sai Ram.

    Shernaz

  7. Dear Mohanji,

    Om Sai Ram,

    My eternal gratitude to you for sharing this story with the world.

    Yes indeed plenty to be learned from this story, eyes brimming with tears as I write to you.
    Feeling the pain that Raman’s Amma went through and feeling numbed throughout at the same time and trying to figure out why had Raman’s Mother to go through such a traumatic time in her life? All the loving Mother was doing was trying to give two square meals to her child! Is this what we term as the Cycle of Karma?

    Will wait to read about Raman’s journey to Badrinath!

    Om Sai Ram!
    Satish Menon

  8. Dearest Mohanji,

    I was deeply touched and moved,
    let this show my gratitude:

    Life of a saint – poem

    In the year 1600, a little baby was born
    he was called Raman, in brahmin family
    they were poor and pure, blessed with child
    they satisfied basic needs minimally

    Raman’s father, a devoted priest
    went each satwic morning to preserve deity
    dipped into the river and in wet clothes
    entered the temple, thus kept its sanctity

    One such morning he had heart attack
    died immediately, leaving for sure,
    his wife and son were left behind
    sad, impoverished, future insecure

    Raman was three, really young
    he thought his dad was sleeping
    why burning his sleeping dad,
    confused, he was weeping

    Too young to understand
    what was going on
    he had only mom at hand
    they were left alone

    Mom had problems to survive
    being brahmin’s wife
    the way of purity now
    became a curse in her life

    Because she had to maintain
    prana’s levels high
    caste formed rigid system
    spirit to purify

    So she couldn’t find a job
    freely to work hard
    but she had to bring up son
    how, when it was barred

    So she turned to relatives
    it was humiliating
    nobody was honest in
    making effort helping

    Agonized by being on her own
    desperate at what days give
    no prospects for the future
    she had to make her son live

    Hunger and helplessness
    and love for her son
    made her leave the way of caste
    accept what can be done

    One day aunt, wondering monk
    respected by the society
    saddened by the circumstances
    of relatives neglecting their poverty

    She took an initiative
    settled mom in a rich house
    to work as a house maid, earn
    daily bread without her spouse

    Raman joined her at work
    she didn’t left him stay alone
    both were well treated
    it seemed their misery’d gone

    Culminating joy and splendor
    preparing Lady’s wedding gown
    not knowing that from happy peak
    things were heading down

    Raman’s mom was shown
    a lot of wedding richness
    gold and precious stone
    jewelery, and also necklace

    She never cared for riches
    neither she did then
    she was level headed
    went back to work again

    But suddenly, commotion
    everybody panicked
    the necklace was stolen
    who’ll be the one punished

    It could not be found
    wherever they searched
    they accused Raman’s mom
    she was harshly birched

    She did not do it at all
    nobody believed her
    they threw every smirch at her
    she was fired and bitter

    Raman saw her tears, distress
    he could not grasp reason
    he suffered watching his mom
    stressed and sorrow-ridden

    Seeing that because of her
    Raman was suffering
    she consoled herself a bit
    happiness pretending

    Severe punishment
    followed by the elders
    no job, food, medicine, support
    those were their orders

    Nobody was allowed to help
    her and her little son
    giving her work or water
    was also forbidden

    Everybody feared of law
    no one cared for heart
    there wasn’t selfless boldness
    but just actions ‘smart’

    She had no more wish to live
    but there’s Raman young
    she did not know what to put
    on his hungry tongue

    Mother fell sick, became weak
    she was about to die
    she couldn’t walk, hardly crawled
    in front of son’s eye

    He was too small to lift her
    though he tried his best
    he was hugging her in tears
    kissed her and caressed

    One night she called him and said
    „My son, I’ll leave you.
    I am sorry. All the time
    I have been with you.

    But now I can’t stay in this
    body any more
    I’m going where your dad is
    my soul’s about to soar

    You can’t burn my body though
    cause you are too small
    you haven’t any money
    no one’ll help you at all

    If you could, drag this body
    push it near the yard
    or just leave it here like this
    if it is too hard

    Now you are left all alone
    I can’t take you with me
    I also must go alone
    I love you, forgive me.“

    There were only a few words
    with him to go forth
    mother told him to go on
    „Don’t look back, GO NORTH!“

    She closed her eyes and Raman
    put her head in his lap
    she looked as if she has just
    taken a short nap

    He put his head on her face
    brought his cheek to hers
    listening for an hour or two
    her breathing disappears

    Her love and two meals a day
    were all that he had
    now even that disappeared
    cause she is now dead

    Nobody looked at Raman
    oh, if anyone dared!
    birds chirping, animals grazing
    and nobody cared

    Huge sorrow in a small child
    nobody noticed
    he cried and cried all alone
    for his dearest, closest

    Then he tried to do with her
    what she asked him to do
    sobbing, crying, dragging her
    through the morning dew

    Then a farmer, the neighbor
    was shocked at the sight
    he felt deep guilt, agony
    for not helping right

    It was too late for mother
    but not for the son
    he helped him bury the body
    and called him to come

    But Raman took the few things
    his mother saved for him
    thanked the farmer and followed
    what his mother asked him

    Just as he was leaving
    a messenger came
    searching for his mother
    in the Lord House’s name

    The necklace was found
    in between two beds
    her excommunication
    was mistake of the weds

    Without any emotions
    Raman gently smiled
    he showed him his mother’s grave
    „She can’t cause she died.“

    Raman bowed at his mom’s grave
    and walked towards ‘North’…
    the way of true sainthood
    was his thenceforth…

    Love,
    Biljana V

  9. Dear our Mohan ji,
    Took too much time to read this beautiful article, narrated so well, to its details. Words are found to be too meaningless, if they are used to explain the feeling of gratitude arising in our minds. So accept our LOVE and tears of LOVE! Feel great to remain to be connected with your SELF..
    Mind refuses to sit quiet other than to wait eagerly for the next part……

    With Love
    Anitha Sreekumar

  10. Aum Sai Ram Mohanji,

    I also took enough time to read the article. There were many questions.. they got answered one by one, especially one of the answers sounded like the below quoted words:

    Quote Sensitiveness is a real virtue. Have plenty of it. Have plenty of Love within. Let LOVE overflow yourself all the time. Love all and Serve all – your life will become total and complete! Remain Blessed! Unquote.

    Thank you.. thank you.. Love you
    Nithya

  11. leela of Bhagavan,How god has created such a tough life for Raman

    to Become a Hiamalayan Baba ji.

  12. Mohan ji Namste

    with deep gratitude i thank you for giving this wonderful experience.I was literally with Raman when I read this.
    Waiting to hear the balance of the journey of the old saint.

    Luv
    Pratap

  13. Pranaams to you… got to know about you thru Aparrna Sharma’s wall post on FB…. seems mesmerised by all the messages that you have shared in these blogs… lovely.
    I recently had been to Badri/Kedar/Rishikesh – Vasishtha/Arundhathi caves trip last month and also attended a 5 day retreat at Rishikesh with Sri M (Mumtaz Ali) – who was also guided by Sri Guru and Maheshwarnath Babaji from the age of 9 years and frequently set North as per the call of his Master !
    So, Raman reminds me of the similar Yatra done nearly 400 years ago and does he still live in Badrinath – the majestic abode in the Himalayas -so captivating that u just enjoy the stillness there with such purity of mind…fabulous !
    Pls share some details if you happen to meet with Ramanji recently…

    Love, Light and Bliss
    RN Murthy

  14. I was told to read this,from your blog…I felt sadden.
    May this be a lesson and we must open our eyes to see.You never know how a man feels, until you have walked in his shoes!

  15. Dear Mohanji,
    It was a very toching story!
    I have a doubt. what is the whole logic of ” karma cycle” since we don’t have any idea about our good or bad karmas in earlier births? I have a totally new identity in this birth,correct?.Also since all living beings are manifestations of God, I am also born as a pure soul.If so who planted impurity in my mind? How can I be protected against the bad karma of someone close to me?

  16. trzos złocista piechotą nie Jasmine
    kroczy, wolno odłożyć. Nieco uprzedził biskupa, tego, jaki obiecał, że wypłyną miasteczko przez nikogo nie
    niepokojeni. – Za spowodowanie pogrożenia.

  17. Sairam Mohanji
    What a moving story which had me in tears. However i also have to ask, are we crying because of our inclination to respond emotionally or should we look further and try to understand that despite the earlier tragedy, Raman is living out his destiny. How do we bridge this gap?

  18. Dear Mohanji,

    Journey starts with detachment to more AWARENESS and higher CONSCIOUSNESS. Thank you for sharing your experience and unconditional LOVE.

    With Pranams
    babu

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