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Experience of the Divinity of Bhagavan by Devotees
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IV | Mr. Surinder Sharma
Mr. Surinder Sharma,
2623/2, Patel Road,
Ambala City - 134 003,
Haryana.
Mr. Surinder Sharma (40), who retired from the Indian Air Force, narrates a few of
his experiences of the Divinity of Bhagvan in his own words.
'One day my father's elder brother, who is a priest in Sri Krishna Temple, happened
to attend a bhajan conducted by devotees of Bhagavan Sri Sathya Sai. He was much
impressed, and invited them to do bhajan in the Temple. We all attended the bhajan,
which was really impressive. We all began to attend bhajans wherever they were held
in the vicinity. That is how we were brought by Bhagavan into His fold in 1974.
In the same year, my father Mr. Arjan Dass Sharma, who was working in the Postal
Department, had a heart attack, but luckily survived owing to Bhagavan's grace.
My father was going by bus to New Delhi to attend the engagement of our close relative
in 1984. The bus collided with a truck. The truck driver's son was killed. In the
bus all passengers who were sitting in front and on either side of my father died
on the spot. My father was the only one in that line to survive. He had an injury
on his jaw and a fracture in the leg. He was admitted in a general hospital and,
after some treatment, was declared dead.
His body was placed in a room along with a few other dead bodies. Our family was
informed by the Police about his death. So some of our family members went there
to bring the body to Ambala city. Meanwhile a relative of someone who died in that
accident was searching in that room for the body of his relative. He found my father
alive and informed the hospital staff who shifted him to the ward where he was recovering.
When some of my family members went to the hospital for the body, they were happily
surprised to find my father seated on a bed and talking to people.
He lived afterwards for 14 years. When my father died in January 1998, my mother
was weeping un-consolably one night. Swami came in her dream and said 'your husband
was to die in 1974 when he had heart attack. I saved him twice - in 1974 and also
in 1984. I gave him life again. He was only on bail'
In 1999, I could not pass the exam for higher grade. I prayed to Bhagavan. After
six months, I was given higher grade.
In July 2005, I suddenly felt an urge to go to Prasanthi Nilayam for seva. By that
time all those that enlisted for seva had already made railway reservation. I went
to the reservation counter though I was doubtful to get reservation in view of the
short time available. But, by the grace of Bhagavan, I got a berth. My mother was
going to Shirdi and from there she was to come here. When she was getting ready
for the journey, my elder brother, Mr. Ravinder Sharma gave her some money and said,
'remit this amount there as my contribution to Swami's seva works'. She put it under
the cloth on which Swami's photograph was placed in the house and forgot to take
it when she was coming to the railway station. She remembered it only in the train
and told me to pay that amount at Prasanthi Nilayam and then take it later. I said
'no problem'.
At the New Delhi railway station, she phoned to my brother's house to tell them
what had happened. But before she could open her mouth, my sister-in-law, Mrs. Urmila
Sharma, who was working in the Department of Judiciary, told her that she was promoted
that day. We all felt very happy that Swami had blessed them even before their humble
contribution reached Him. We had some sweets with us, which we distributed to co-passengers
on the platform to celebrate the good news.
Last year, in the month of July, there was rain at our place for nearly 36 hours,
out of which it was for 12 hours non-stop and very heavy. The bund of the river
which was going near the city gave way and all low-lying areas were inundated. Water
was coming into our home around 2:30 p.m. I was afraid that our house would collapse
and we all would get washed away in the floods. Army was already evacuating people.
I was praying to Bhagavan all the time. At 2:30 p.m. when water entered my house,
I got nervous and prayed to Bhagavan 'I am a poor fellow. If the house is lost,
I cannot build it again, pray save us'. In less than an hour, rain stopped and our
house as well as our entire area was saved owing to Swami's grace.
In 2004, we conducted a medical camp in the nearby village. I went there to do seva.
We were getting a room darkened for eye testing by covering all windows and ventilators
with cloth. I stood on a table and covered one ventilator. Then I got down the table
and tried to drag it near another ventilator in the room. It was a table having
iron rods. Its plank was sharp and heavy. Suddenly; it collapsed and fell on my
feet. Every one came running thinking that both my feet might have been cut by the
sharp edge of the table that had fallen on my feet. But miraculously nothing happened
owing to Bhagavan's grace. I was completely unhurt. No one was able to explain how
the sharp edge that had fallen suddenly on my feet had not injured me.
One day, I returned from the celebration of remembrance of my grand father. We celebrate
it every year. I returned home at 12:45 in the night. My wife kept some milk for
me. I went in to the kitchen to warm it and felt the smell of gas. I checked. Everything
was alright. I lit the stove and warmed the milk and drank it. All was ok. I switched
off the cylinder and went to bed. Next morning, my wife woke me up saying that the
stove was not getting lit. I went in and checked up. I could detect no problem.
Then I pulled the cylinder out to see if anything was wrong with it. I was shocked
to find that the gas carrier pipe was broken into two. It was so since the previous
night, but nothing happened to us even though I lit the stove in the night, and
my wife struck matches to light the stove in the morning. In fact, the moment I
had struck the match in the night it should have caught fire and exploded. So was
the possibility in the morning when my wife had struck matches to light the stove.
Swami saved us from a calamity.
Another day I gave harathi to Swami's photograph and then asked my wife to get me
some water to drink. Then, I told her 'never mind, you attend to your work. I will
go and take water'. I went into the kitchen where I felt the smell of leaking gas.
I immediately switched off the cylinder, as I found it in 'on' position. I asked
my wife why she had failed to switch off the cylinder. 'I have switched it off'
she replied. How is it that it was in 'on' position? When the gas was leaking, how
is it that it did not catch fire when harathi was going on in the next room, which
stood connected to kitchen through an open window and a door? Swami saved us again
from a major accident. Otherwise, my entire family would have perished that day.'
-- - Mr. Surinder Sharma
(As narrated to Mr. B. Parvatala Rao at Prasanthi Nilayam on 04.08.2005)
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