My whole family and I were returning from the Bangalore Ashram after an Advance Course during Navratri in 2007. We got HIS darshan peacefully. We even visited Mysore during that trip. Before leaving for Ashram, I was still working with The Oberoi’s and was saving money to buy my first mobile phone with all features (like music, camera, GPRS).
After a few months, I managed to save up Rs.10000/- and went to shop for the mobile. I bought a handset of Rs.8500/- which was like the most expensive set in our whole dynasty. And I was on cloud 9, the proud owner of my multi featured handset. I kept flaunting it everywhere; at workplace, in satsangs, to my relatives, just everywhere.
So at last after being Antarmukhi for 10 blissful days we left for Bangalore Airport. The flight was two hours late. Even though we had an extra heavy lunch in Ashram, we were still quite hungry so we had some patties. Then went for the security check and waited again in the lounge. The lounge was full of Art of Living devotees flying back home. We had some more snacks while waiting and we spent Rs.1200! It was shocking because even our monthly grocery bill for four never crossed Rs. 650 per month.
Finally our flight was announced and we boarded it. We took our respective seats and the Air Hostess started with the emergency instructions. When she said,”You are requested to switch off your mobile phones and other electronic gadgets during the flight”, I inserted my hand into my kurta’s pocket and time stopped there .My mobile, the most expensive gadget of our household, bought with my hard earned money of over three months was lost. I immediately informed the attendant and she said that we could let the security know about this only once we had landed in Delhi.
Is this what one is supposed to get after being in HIS presence? First time we came to Ashram and I lost my mobile. This was the only thought that kept coming in my mind.
With a heavy heart I landed in Delhi by 1am .Before going to sleep, I prayed to ‘HIM’. Next morning, I felt someone nudging me. It was my brother .He was waking me up since the last seven minutes as I had a call waiting on his mobile. It was 5.30 am and my best friend from school, Anup Paul was on the line. “Tu Kahan Hai Abhi?” (Where are you now?) “Aur tera phone kahan hai?”(And where is your mobile?) Then I told him the whole story.
Anup asked me, “Do you know who called me up last night at 11? The Security Commander in Chief of Bangalore Airport called me up and said in a robust voice, May I know who this is? Do you know whose number is this? We found it in the Airport Lounge.” And then Anup narrated to me the whole thrilling story that the Commander told him.
My mobile was lying on the chair, and the sweeper, who was also an Art of Living devotee saw Guruji’s picture as the wallpaper of my mobile and she took the mobile to the security officer who was also a devotee! He took the handset to the Commander. The Commander just scrolled through the phonebook and dialed the first number in it, which was Anup’s, who is settled in Bangalore. I was then told to fax an authority letter to Commander’s office stating that I knew Anup and hence the mobile may be handed over to him.
Sometimes I feel awkward while bothering HIM for such small things. But it has been said that, when the mind is settled with small things, then only you can have a broad vision.
Jaigurudev!
– Deepan Mukherjee
It's the grace of guru.Jgd