If I were read the title as this I wouldn't go ahead reading it. Damn Sure. But this is something that happened to me in reality and there isn't a way I can hide from it. Last year, I had an accident on my bullet(Bike) and broke my leg after a freaky accident - The blame goes on some drunk jerk who rammed into me head on. I was transported to the hospital and the doc instructed a months crash onto the bed. That said, I flew to Calcutta, my home town, with my brother. Guess he was relived seeing me at home as he had the entire responsibility of seeing to it that he delivers the mangled parcel perched on a rickety wheel chair...That's for the background.
Reached home...moms eyes swelled...Usual emotional exchanges were dealt with. Mom suggested that I read Sai Baba's Sacharita, as a thanksgiving to Lord Almighty to just break one of my leg and not my entirety. Seemed fair enough to me as I was eluding the read for a long time since I prayed to do so years back. And, being handicapped, bed ridden and with the option of working from home (My employer blessed me with Laptop, the day I joined my organization) I prepared myself for reading it as it seemed to be the best time to display some devotion towards God. It needed to be finished in a week's time and it was laborious task for me as I am neither inclined towards reading nor do I the patience to pursue a task for a week. I scrapped my through and probably finished it during the last hour of the last day - Nothing new - 'Late everywhere' been the motto of my existence.
The book at the end says that, if read with a full, devoted heart a Fakir in the form of Baba would come down to EAT FOOD the very next at your place. I despised it by thinking that its the 21st century and Fakirs ha vent ever turned up at our doorstep ever. But I felt satisfied when I was done with the ritual. Next day, I wake up and Moms already cooked special dishes for the 'hopefully arriving Fakir'. I was a little surprised by her devotion and kept mum about my apprehension about the whole fakir issue. The food was offered to God in the form of regular prayers. Just as she finished it, the door bell rang. She opened the same and I couldn't believe my very own eyes. A Muslim Fakir in the form of a tramp collecting rags, old papers and other unwanted stuff stood at the threshold. My belief was immediately strengthened. I could feel the my nerves contracting, with the odd shiver in my limbs. God's grace I must say.
But I was fully convinced - The lord knows his disciples mind and he made sure he convinced me by a couple of ways. After doing his regular hara kiri, the fakir said 'I am hungry ma...Is there anything to eat?'. I couldn't stop a tear fall. Couldn't believe my ears, senses went numb. I sat saying nothing, pleased with the grace of God. Half way into his meal, he asked my condition and said some pleasing words with warmth. Just before leaving he said 'Allah Malik hai beta' and he left. Alla Malik hai is something that Baba always says - always.
People may ignore the whole incident as a freaky coincidence. But why should the Fakir turn up the very day, the very hour, the very minute? Why should he be terribly hungry at 9 in the morning? And why would only those words be uttered at that moment? I don't see coincidence playing any role here. Its just God's miracle and grace.
I am not a propagator of spiritualism. I ain't any holy soul. I don't chant God's name anywhere close to what true disciples do. Its God's own way of playing with his pupils in this arena called life.
May everyone be blessed. Peace to be all.
