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SHREE SATCHITANAND SADGURU
SHREE SAINATH!
Maharashtra, a state of India, has often been called the Land of Saints. The reason behind this lies in the glorious past of this sacred land. Ever since the ancient times, long before colonization even started in the world, this pious land has been visited by several saints of many religions. These God-men were much different from the ones seen today. They were one with the Lord and preached the path of Love to go back Home. Even during the World Wars and while India was in the cold grip of colonization, many saints sprouted and preached happiness, becoming the only streaks of light in the frightening darkness.
During such times, in the District of Ahmedbad in the state of Maharashtra, exist a small village under the British rule, named Shiradi (present day Shirdi). In this village, in the year 1860, arrived a youth donning a Khafni (a long shirt worn by sages) and a khafna (a piece of cloth tied around the head by sages). He had a bright aura that would put even the Sun's light to shame. He worn no foot-wear and carried a satka (a small stick of metal or wood). His skin was fair and his height was around 5.6 feet. His eyes were deep and bright, overflowing with love and joy. He also carried a small brick, as big as his palm.
This Yogi spoke to none, interacted with none. He sat under a huge Neem Tree, silent in meditation, His mind merging with the Lord. He attracted the local crowd who were puzzled at His strange behavior. No one would believe that a young lad of !6 years would perform such meditation in all climates, unaffected by his surroundings. Some began to look at Him as a great Yogi, while others scorned at him, calling him 'Pagal Fakir' (hindi/marathi translation of Mad Sage.). But none of this bothered him. He lived on, intoxicated by the Divine Love of Lord.
But soon this began disturbing his penance. So one night, tired of the constant bothering, he finally left Shiradi and went away. The next day, when His devotees found the young fakir missing, they were all heart-fallen. They searched throughout the village other other closeby villages of Rahata and Neemgaon, but in vain.
In a village beyond Neemgaon, called Khopargaon, there lived a rich gentleman named Chand. He was the Patil (Village head) of Khopargaon. Once, his mare named Bijli ran away. He searched endlessly for two months, but could not trace his mare. Bijli was his favorite and he also considered her lucky. So dejected, he finally gave up and was returning to Khopargaon and was very tired. Suddenly, he saw a young lad sitting under a neem tree, preparing a chillim (Clay pipe) to smoke. Looking at the young boy dressed like a yogi, Chand got drawn to him.
"Really tired after looking for your mare?" The boy said. "come, have a smoke with me."
As Chand looked on in amazement, the boy almost readied the chillim. The only things left were wetting the Chappi to draw smoke and fire to light it. The boy hit the ground with his satka and fire sparked out with a live ember. He lit his Chillim and then hit the ground again, drawing out a spring of water. He wet the Chappi and both smoked.
"Chand, your Bijli is by the stream near Khopargaon. Go, get her." He said.
"Oh fakir, you are the incarnation of Mohammad Himself. please come and stay at my humble house." Chand said.
In this way, Chand Patil took the Fakir to Khopargaon where He stayed for 39 days. Then, there came the marriage ceremony of Chand Patil's nephew. His bride was from Shiradi, so the marriage party came to Shirdi along with the Fakir. They got down in front of a Khandoba temple a little outside Shirdi. There when the priest of the temple, named Bhagat Mhalsapathy, saw the Fakir, he called out Sayeen or Sai. From then, the fakir got the name Sai. The marriage party ended well and they returned to Khopargaon, but Sayeen stayed behind and forever in Shiradi. In this way, the fakir returned to Shirdi after one year.
From then, Sayeen Baba (Father Sai) began his divine duty of reforming the society and spreading the love of God.
But soon this began disturbing his penance. So one night, tired of the constant bothering, he finally left Shiradi and went away. The next day, when His devotees found the young fakir missing, they were all heart-fallen. They searched throughout the village other other closeby villages of Rahata and Neemgaon, but in vain.
In a village beyond Neemgaon, called Khopargaon, there lived a rich gentleman named Chand. He was the Patil (Village head) of Khopargaon. Once, his mare named Bijli ran away. He searched endlessly for two months, but could not trace his mare. Bijli was his favorite and he also considered her lucky. So dejected, he finally gave up and was returning to Khopargaon and was very tired. Suddenly, he saw a young lad sitting under a neem tree, preparing a chillim (Clay pipe) to smoke. Looking at the young boy dressed like a yogi, Chand got drawn to him.
"Really tired after looking for your mare?" The boy said. "come, have a smoke with me."
As Chand looked on in amazement, the boy almost readied the chillim. The only things left were wetting the Chappi to draw smoke and fire to light it. The boy hit the ground with his satka and fire sparked out with a live ember. He lit his Chillim and then hit the ground again, drawing out a spring of water. He wet the Chappi and both smoked.
"Chand, your Bijli is by the stream near Khopargaon. Go, get her." He said.
"Oh fakir, you are the incarnation of Mohammad Himself. please come and stay at my humble house." Chand said.
In this way, Chand Patil took the Fakir to Khopargaon where He stayed for 39 days. Then, there came the marriage ceremony of Chand Patil's nephew. His bride was from Shiradi, so the marriage party came to Shirdi along with the Fakir. They got down in front of a Khandoba temple a little outside Shirdi. There when the priest of the temple, named Bhagat Mhalsapathy, saw the Fakir, he called out Sayeen or Sai. From then, the fakir got the name Sai. The marriage party ended well and they returned to Khopargaon, but Sayeen stayed behind and forever in Shiradi. In this way, the fakir returned to Shirdi after one year.
From then, Sayeen Baba (Father Sai) began his divine duty of reforming the society and spreading the love of God.
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