I had breakfast in bed!

I didn’t have to get up early in the morning for Yoga or join the morning rush to the loo!

Maybe this twisted ankle would have it’s advantages  

I had a leisurely morning and few of my wing mates from IIT, adopted me and fussed over me and soon i had my bath and was all dressed up… then they went away to the Adv course and i was all alone. We had just installed an intercom system in some parts of the Ashram and joy of joys we had a telephone line!

Earlier the whole world had to wait for a Thursday when Guruji would go to the city for satsang to talk to Him over the phone, coz there were no phones in the Ashram. Now with a phone line and an intercom, people could call anytime to talk to Him and they did!

And since i had nothing to do, i became His telephone operator!! What fun to receive calls, ask them their business and then talk to HIM and tell Him all about it and pass on the call to Him or just give them an some answer… Among other calls of distress, I even had calls for Him from people wanting Him to find their lost cats and asking Him what colour curtains to put up in their new house!! But the nicest thing was after every few calls, He would call me and ask me How is your foot feeling now?

Then it was Satsang time and i was feeling very left out and forlorn when i heard a knock on the door… and Guruji peeps in and says I am going to satsang, I will be back soon ok?! and 2 hours later, He again comes to see me, but this time with an audio tape… He got whatever He was saying recorded so i could hear it! And i thought that was the nicest part of the whole thing… This repeated every single evening, He would stop by on His way to the Satsang and then gift me an audio tape of what He had said that evening…

I was hopping about all around the admin block by now and had managed to fall quite a few times, though never hurting myself too much… Also the toilet i was using was used by others too and so i would have quite a lot of people popping in and out of my little room…

Most people would stay back and talk, all my IIT friends would make some excuse or the other to some spend time with me, though they would be in silence, much to Mikey’s despair they would turn all his rules around so that they would be able to spend time with me instead of being on the session with him Though as an Art of Living teacher i would be quite horrified that they bunked a session of the adv course, as their friend i would be so very grateful and happy to have them there with me

There was this girl, i forget her name now who would come by often to use the loo and who was perhaps the most obnoxious person i had the misfortune to know… and she would bang on the door of my loo while i was inside, utterly oblivious to the fact that i simply couldn’t hurry up… Her impatience and my helplessness once made me have quite a dramatic fall inside the toilet and i was fuming mad when i managed to put on my clothes and come out… I yelled at her so loud, i am sure half the ashram heard it… and then i sat down and cried and cried coz i felt so damn handicapped and helpless…And i still had more than 10-15 days to go before the plaster could be removed…

After some time, the phone rang, and it was Guruji and He said i am coming to see you… He would always warm me that He was coming so i could clear up and tidy the room a bit And within a few minutes He was there and He said show me your foot… He took one look at the plaster and told me that i should get it off right now! Then He turned around and told the others who were there… remove it right away! He winked at me, smiled and left…

I still remember that we used a garden hedge trimmers (among other tools) to get rid of that plaster… Once it was off, my foot looked shriveled and a bit blue, and it was still painful to walk on, so for some more time i would have to hop, but at least that heavy thing was off and i could scratch if i wanted to!

In a few days i could manage to get to the meditation hall and i went for a Knowledge session with Guruji who welcomed me with a smile and a wink and told everyone… Bawa remembered his past life as a monkey and tried to jump… everyone laughed, i shot back saying, Oh Guruji, You are saying i remembered being a monkey where i was actually trying to become Hanuman! There were lots of clapping to that and Guruji gave me a big approving smile… It was great to be back in the meditation hall!

All too soon those days of frustration and joy and bliss were over and we were back on the train chugging off to Bombay, with eyes shining like stars and hearts full of warmth and love, vowing to come back as soon as we possibly could, and dreaming that someday we would live right here on the Bangalore Ashram

Jai Gurudeva!

love

bawa

ps When we got back home, dad took me to a specialist doctor… i told him the whole story and after examing my foot, he said if that plaster had stayed on your foot even a day longer, you would have got serious complications… Whoever told you to get it off saved you from tremendous pain, He must have been a genius! Of course i didn’t require a specialist doctor to tell me that… I already knew!

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