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produced out of thin air, it had grown in size as Guruji’s fist opened
up!

My father, a fauji (army man), had been posted out of Jalandhar,
so Operation Packing was going on at home. There were wooden
boxes, trunks, gunny bags—all of which had to be numbered—lying
around the house. In the evening, Guruji visited our house. As soon
as he entered, the lights went out and he said: “Emergency light packed
in Box No. 13.” Guruji’s mannerisms and speech are such that they
make us believe that he is just like us (they are a part of the façade)
until the gravity of what he says sinks in. Often it takes a while for
that understanding to develop. So, no one heeded his comment. The
boxes were not even numbered. A week or so later when packing
was complete and our helper was numbering the boxes with paint, it
struck me. I looked at the freshly painted Box No. 13 and lo . . . the
emergency light was staring at me. I had forgotten what Guruji had
said until that very moment. Guruji knows our past, present and
future. Do not pretend; do not hide.

God Almighty himself

My mother was down with fever. My father and I had put ice-packs
on her all day, but to no avail. Medicines did not work either, and
her fever was not coming down. Suddenly, we received a call from
Guruji that he would be arriving at home with the sangat. He came in
only with a couple of people, went into the room where my mother
was lying down and said: “Chal, aunty, kuch nahi hoya (Come, nothing’s
happened).” He grabbed her hand and led her to the drawing room.
I was at his feet, pressing them. Five minutes later, Ma’s temperature
was normal. But, his temperature had risen. He takes our illnesses
on himself. Can anyone in this world do it? Our karma decides our
suffering and well-being, and someone who can take my suffering
can only be God Almighty himself.

–Satsang of Nitin Joshi, software professional, son of Col. (retd.)
S.K. Joshi

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