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My miraculous

saviour

IHAVE been an avid admirer of Guruji ever since I met him in
Chandigarh in 1991 inside a colleague’s room at the Income-Tax
Appellate Tribunal, where I was posted as presiding officer. Since
then whether I come to sangats or not, Guruji is in my mind. This
has proved to be and is a great blessing for me.

A few years ago, for Guruji’s birthday, I found myself writing a
poem. Though I can write, I am certainly not an English poet, but
that day I had been bidden to do so by an unknown power. The
poem was distributed on his birthday to hundreds of devotees.

In January 2006, I fell seriously sick. I had fever and violently
threw up twice before being found unconscious in my bedroom. I
was carried out on a stretcher straight to the Indraprastha Apollo
Hospital’s ICU. A panel of doctors discovered that renal infection had
firmly gripped my body and my liver and kidneys had failed. My heart
had enlarged and the intestines were bleeding. The brain was affected
and I had severe pneumonia. The doctors, based on these parameters,
concluded that I had no chance of survival and communicated this to
my family. They, however, said if the patient could hold on for the
next 48 hours, there was a slight chance of survival.

Inside the ICU, the doctors worked furiously on me. One day
at 4 in the morning, when I was half-conscious and a nurse was
searching for some particular vein, I heard a doctor saying: “I have
done everything possible, but nothing is happening.” I was rather
alarmed.

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