Om Sri Sairam
Initially
we mistook it to be Jadhav's celebration of Baba's visit. After few rounds,
we discovered the truth !
Initially we mistook it tobe Jadhav's celebration of Baba's visit. After few
rounds, we discovered the truth !
These are harvest days in Mumbai's Spiritual Cultivation. After
spectacular Darshan and Bhaashan in Hadshi, that has shot to fame overnight,
Baba moved to Mumbai.
It was as though a 'Soul-Service-Centre' was set up by the Gods at
Hadshi, en route heaven in our long arduous journey over several births...
We, with ignorance as our only real possession, moved around
intercepting a few, for sharing their experience in Gods Own mini Kingdom-Hadshi
Some conservative village women (still around carrying the badge of Indian
culture), with pots on their heads hurried to join the traditional welcome
to Baba...

Carrying Pot on head & Baba in
heart....The real ambassadors of India marching on...
Villagers from Pandurang Seva Mandali Dongargaon nearby, said that
they were excited over the prospect of having darshan of Baba for the first
time.
The group conducts Bhajan in their Gaon everyday..

"We are excited over Baba's
darshan for the first time.."
Little kids dressed up in traditional Marathi attire trouped up from
Village Chalegaon and their enthusiasm was boundless...

Little Devotees with boundless enthu.. A huge band of villagers from Sholapur Dist marched about in all directions looking for vantage points for Darshan.. hunting for vantage points for darshan....

In the middle, we spotted a Sikh
student. He has been learning Vedas for last one year and is a student of
Gurunanak College, Pune. He recounted his first meeting with Baba when he
got a chance to offer a Rose flower to Him during last Aashadi. He was
Maha thrilled to get a chance to chant Veda before Swami this time. Oh!
Vedas are beyond Religious slants.. We learn and move on..
The otherwise incongruent city folks whose 'adopted mother tongue' is
English(!), merged with the inarticulate villagers and created a great
amalgam of Bhakti while divinity played the Catalyst ! Proof: Look below the
topi clad villager hobnobbing with elite of Mumbai..

....Topi clad villagers at par with Elite of Mumbai in Divine Durbar...
A power-driven Hang glider
played Eagle, up above in the sky making several rounds and showering
flowers over audience once.
And many such snapshots enthralled us, as we looked around.
Initially we mistook it to be Jadhavs celebration of Swami's visit.
After few rounds, we discovered the truth. Its Swami's celebration of
Jadhavs love. If a humble devotee pours Love on the Lord with pure heart in
all humility, the Lord would come running to him and celebrate it in
unparalleled Celestial Grandeur. Yes. It was a Cosmic Event of Sorts. Only
our Cameras didn]t have a feature to capture the Devas up above, blissfully
watching.
As though to corroborate our views, Baba hinted in His divine
discourse about Sakkubai's love for God despite all hardships and how her
Bhakti was rewarded by God Himself assuming her form and doing household
chores. (For the Newgen hearing her name first time, kindly type "Sakkubai"
in Google and see 31500 coming up in 0.26 secs)
After this enlightening speech, we were moved to tears and looked
around for Jadhav, to thank him for this spectacular show and all
arrangements par excellence. But we couldn't locate him as he must have been
busy tying up a loose end in some obscure corner with his trademark
humility, by now elevated to a form of Art.
We the cityfolks, who are trained to jargonise, raise decibel level,
harvest eyeballs, increase footfall and maximise mileage as though suffering
from full blown Attention Deficiency Syn..should learn a thing or two from
Jadhav brothers' package deal with God - "Low key. Humble. Pure Bhakti. Low
decibel. Feet-on-Street". It is impossible for God not to come. He has to
rush and celebrate this Pure Love in tons. And He did.
Yes. Hadshi was His celebration of Jadhav's Love.

Come. Lets Hadshify our
hearts with humility and Pure Love. And let the Divine celebrate...
Om Sairam
With humble Pranaam
At the Lotus Feet
R.Chandrashekar
ChemburDust