GURUJI’S DIVINE DARSHANS AT BADE MANDIR
Guruji with your divine kripa, today I am picking up my pen, mustering
courage and finding appropriate words to write to thank you. Gurujii what I have received from you in the form of blessings and
experiences is beyond explanation and comparison. However hard I endeavour, I
will fail to fathom you. I bow down with gratitude. I am the tiniest of the
tiny puppet in the pallet of your magic hands and I am glad for that. The
strings of my existence are manoeuvred so very gently by you that I have hardly experienced the worldly shocks and jolts.
It is so very often heard that Gurujii was and is along with us
forever but we all meet him midway, on our Gurujii’s call. It is so very true, I
could not even know of Guruji, although we resided in Delhi since 1980’s.
We went to Guruji in year 2009 and since then our love for Guruji (with
his grace) has grown manifolds.
Our very first visit to Bade Mandir was total bliss & a mesmerizing
experience to cherish. We experienced a
strong rose fragrance wherever we went in the Mandir. We were told it is
Guruji’s blessings and love for us which we are fortunate to receive on our
first visit. We came back home but left our souls in Bade Mandir with Guruji--
the reason of our continuous visits to the shrine again and again. Every time
we went to Guruji, I would leave a piece of my heart, soul and mind in Bade Mandir. I would return back questing
even more than I quested the last time. This quest can be ignited by Guruji’s
Kripaa alone.
My Guruji, My Bholenaath gave me his divine darshans on New Year’s
Function 2009 in the Darbaar Hall. After sitting down a few minutes later I
looked up again, as usual, to behold the life-size image of Our Guruji. I
started to see faint changes. The smile slowly and slowly was broadening,
lips started moving and face coming alive with expressions unknown. The more I
fumbled around and questioned myself, more amused Guruji’s look appeared to me.
Guruji’s eyes have come alive with expressions of a forefather watching
his lost child. I could not hear Guruji but fought hard to read the lip
movements. Guruji’s, portrait has come alive that night. My eyes glued to
Guruji Maharaj, the Divinest of the Divines, I wanted to run up to Guruji, but
I refrained lest Uncles and Aunties there would think I had lost my senses.
More so, I could not even separate from my posture in fear that I would
interrupt the divine darshans and lose the holy dip of Guruji’s blessings. I
looked around, all seemed as usual. I looked back at Guruji to again bathe in
showers of his blessings. I rubbed my eyes, changed places, postures and sat in
the back and front but I had Guruji’s Darshan till 1 am in the morning when the
temple was closed. That night hunger, thirst and sleep eluded me perhaps for
the first time, but definitely not the last. I have never received such a
precious gift in my lifetime.
Guruji, I am enlightened by your divine Glance. You are GOD ALMIGHTY in
human form.
Gurujii with your kripaa, I have never had a fear of death. But now I
want death to come and see my Raksha Cavach--MY GURUJI.
JAI GURUJI.
