Features | Experience of the Divinity of Bhagavan by Devotees | Group II | Mr. P.S.N. Murthy

Mr. P.S.N. Murthy
I floor, Ananda Sai Apartments
Near Janakiramaiah Kalyanamantapam
Puttaparthi - 515134

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H.No. 2-3-8, Plot No. 210
Road No. 1, Adarsanagar
Nagole (Post), Hyderabad - 500 068

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Mr. P.S.N. Murthy (79), a retired officer of the Indian Air Force, relates his experience of the Divinity of Bhagavan in his own words.

'When I was working at Begumpet Air Force Base, I came to know that Bhagavan Sri Sathya Sai Baba was coming to the Exhibition Grounds, Hyderabad. So my wife and I went there and had Darshan of Swami. I think this was around 1965. That was the first time that I had Darshan of Swami. Since that day my wife has been attending Sai bhajans frequently while I, too, attend them occasionally.

We went to a bhajan one evening in Snehapura Colony and returned home. At around 1 a.m. that night we heard some one striking against our kitchen door with granite blocks with the intention of breaking it open. It was in June 1983. There were frequent attacks of dacoits that month in the suburbs. We understood that dacoits were attacking our house. There was nothing we could do except praying to Bhagavan and shouting aloud for help. I was blowing a vigil and crying as loud as I could for help. The wind was from west to east, so there was some hope of people in Nagole, which was on the eastern side, hearing our cries. Even if they could not dare venture out, they could at least phone up police and alert them.

Luckily, I had got iron doors fixed to the doors of our house, so it was not easy to break them open. Dacoits had granite blocks as well as logs in plenty, with which to strike against the kitchen door, since some one stocked them in the site next to ours for construction purposes. I thought that the bolt would not hold on for more than a couple of minutes and shuddered to think about what was going to happen to me, my wife, my daughter-in-law and my two grandsons (kids) in the event of the door yielding to the pressure of their blows.

Just then I heard a male voice whispering in my ear, 'don't get panicky. Police are coming'. There was no other male in the house except myself at that time. I wondered who was whispering in my ear like that. Next minute, the blows on the door stopped. We could not understand what was happening outside. Had they run away? If so, why? Or, had they changed their plans and trying any other means to enter the house? Then I heard some one calling me, 'Murthy!' It was the voice of Mr. Sarma in whose house we attended the bhajan a few hours earlier. I answered. 'Open the door', Sarma told me, 'no fear. They ran away'. I opened the door. There were a number of persons from Snehapura Colony. It was, indeed, strange that people on the west in Snehapura heard our cries even though the wind was in the opposite direction. No one from Nagole, which is on the eastern side, and had greater scope to hear our cries, was there. In a few minutes, police also arrived. We were thus saved from a major calamity in a minute owing to the grace of Bhagavan.

From that year onwards, I come for seva regularly to Prasanthi Nilayam. Bhagavan has blessed me with many experiences of His Divinity, but saving our whole family from torture and humiliation by dacoits stands out.'

-- Mr. P.S.N. Murthy.

(As narrated to Mr. B. Parvatala Rao at Prasanthi Nilayam on 23.01.2005.)