Thursday, April 6, 2017


GURUVAAR   PRARTHNA - 06/04/2017




Our Beloved Sadguru Sainath, please accept our humble prayers on this Holy Day of Guruvaar. Baba, the life You have given is a marvelous gift. We spend our days, weeks, months and years complaining without realizing that we have something to celebrate. We complain about our jobs, finances, relationships, society, careers, businesses without noticing the gift we have been given. Our circumstances blind us from the gift we are supposed to celebrate. And it is only when sickness and death comes knocking at our door that we wake up to the fact that we have a gift, a gift we have been ignoring, a gift we need to celebrate daily. On this holy day, we start our prayers by reading Your divine guidance from Shri Sai Samartha Satcharitra.





So be it. Amir bowed down and kissed Baba's hand with the proper ritual. He related in detail about his disease and prayed for relief from his suffering.



He asked for protection against rheumatism to which Baba answered: "Go and live happily in the Chavadi ".



From the Masjid, Baba used to go to the Chavadi every alternate night regularly; and Amir started to live there.



Amir was suffering from pains in the joints. Therefore, he would have been comfortable at any other place in the village, or he could have even gone to Korale which would have been more agreeable to him.



But the Chavadi was an old and dilapidated building. The floor was uneven where chameleons, lizards, scorpions and snakes roamed freely.



 Besides, lepers and other diseased persons lived there. Dogs roamed around eating left-over food. Amir was very troubled but he couldn't say anything to Baba.



At the rear side, there was a knee-deep heap of garbage. There were a number of burrows (made by serpents and scorpions) in the backyard. He was in a wretched condition and it was a real ordeal of a lifetime for him.



It rained from above and below the ground was wet. The place was uneven. Cold breezes blew through it. Amir was very worried.



All the joints in his body were stiff. The place was wet and windy. It was an extremely wet place. But Baba's words served as the medicine.



Rain, wind or wet; the ground rough, uneven, or pitted – all this was not to be considered, as Baba had told him to live there.



Although that place was questionable and unfit to live in, Sai's presence and company were a great boon. He stayed on happily thinking those words to be his medicine.





I bow down to Sree Ganesh

I bow down to Sree Saraswati

I bow down to the Guru

I bow down to the Family Deity

I bow down to Sree Sita-Ramachandra

I bow down to Sree Sadguru Sainath.




Sarveshaam Svaastir Bhavatu

Sarveshaam Shaantir Bhavatu

Sarveshaam Poornam Bhavatu

Sarveshaam Mangalam Bhavatu

Om Shanti, Shanti, Shanteeh




-(from Shri Sai Samartha Satchrita, Chapter  22, Ovi  114 - 124)

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