Sai Ram - Seva y servicio el 26 de abril 2011 .
El siguiente artículo fue escrito por Shri.Bishu Prusty, de los Antiguos Alumnos del ISSSES y que trabaja ahora en Radio Sai Global Harmony en Prashanti Nilayam.
Durante el dolor y la pena del 26 de abril de 2011, los devotos de Sai mostraban a todos el verdadero valor del Seva y el servicio, en el que todos y cada uno ayudaban unos a otros,
Mensaje Divino de Bhagavan sobre Seva y servicio, se ve en todas partes:
...... Salí del Salon Sai Kulwant a las calles de Puttaparthi. Las escenas entrañables de cuidar y ver las instancias de la devoción, de que he sido testigo ese día, se mantiene perennes en mi memoria. Era como si el amor circulara por las calles de esta aldea santa. Todo el mundo estaba afuera para ayudar a la otra.
Si, había un seva repartiendo galletas a todo el mundo de pie en esa cola interminable, y otro que entregaba suero de mantequilla en vasos de plástico a cualquier persona que tenía sed. El tercero era un mahometano de mediana edad con el característico gorro blanco, que junto con su dulce hija, con mucho gusto servia arroz con especias a todos los peregrinos de pie en las filas.
De repente, un hombre dinámico se reunió conmigo y con amor me invitó a ir con él, quería mostrarme algo. Una vez que llegué a su casa, vi cómo se había creado una zona de cocina grande al lado de su casa, donde la comida se preparaba de forma continua. Me conmovió. Tomé algunas fotos y le agradecí por su amor.
A medida que continuaba y caminaba me di cuenta de un joven jadeando por el cansancio , estaba enfermo, lo saque de la cola, y organice un lugar donde pudiera descansar, y luego le prometí que estaría de regreso pronto con algunos medicamentos.
En realidad fuimos mucho más allá del templo de Hanuman, poco más allá del área donde habitualmente están los mercados de verduras los sábados. En búsqueda de una tienda médica y corrí todo el trayecto hasta la puerta de Gopuram como Apolo, excepto Pharma ninguna otra tienda estaba abierta ese día. Corrí hacia él después de haber adquirido las pastillas. Afortunadamente, todavía estaba allí en el mismo lugar y estaba encantado de recibir las pastillas. Me retire.
...... Salí del Salon Sai Kulwant a las calles de Puttaparthi. Las escenas entrañables de cuidar y ver las instancias de la devoción, de que he sido testigo ese día, se mantiene perennes en mi memoria. Era como si el amor circulara por las calles de esta aldea santa. Todo el mundo estaba afuera para ayudar a la otra.
Si, había un seva repartiendo galletas a todo el mundo de pie en esa cola interminable, y otro que entregaba suero de mantequilla en vasos de plástico a cualquier persona que tenía sed. El tercero era un mahometano de mediana edad con el característico gorro blanco, que junto con su dulce hija, con mucho gusto servia arroz con especias a todos los peregrinos de pie en las filas.
De repente, un hombre dinámico se reunió conmigo y con amor me invitó a ir con él, quería mostrarme algo. Una vez que llegué a su casa, vi cómo se había creado una zona de cocina grande al lado de su casa, donde la comida se preparaba de forma continua. Me conmovió. Tomé algunas fotos y le agradecí por su amor.
A medida que continuaba y caminaba me di cuenta de un joven jadeando por el cansancio , estaba enfermo, lo saque de la cola, y organice un lugar donde pudiera descansar, y luego le prometí que estaría de regreso pronto con algunos medicamentos.
En realidad fuimos mucho más allá del templo de Hanuman, poco más allá del área donde habitualmente están los mercados de verduras los sábados. En búsqueda de una tienda médica y corrí todo el trayecto hasta la puerta de Gopuram como Apolo, excepto Pharma ninguna otra tienda estaba abierta ese día. Corrí hacia él después de haber adquirido las pastillas. Afortunadamente, todavía estaba allí en el mismo lugar y estaba encantado de recibir las pastillas. Me retire.
La cola no parecía tener fin. La gente estaba triste, abatida, cansada e inquieta, también la visita del primer ministro había agregado mas problemas. Las filas había dejado de moverse por seguridad por un tiempo. Muchos me preguntaban: "¿Podemos tener el darshan? Hemos venido desde tan lejos ... "," ¿Cuándo van a cerrar Mandir? ¿Puedo ver a Swami hoy? "Y así sucesivamente. Suave y dulcemente me asegure que cada uno de ellos pudiera ver a su amado Swami.
Entonces me di cuenta de que algunos miembros de muy alto nivel de Sri Sathya Sai Trust de Kerala, tenían un momento difícil en la cola. Eran personas a las que he estado viendo durante años en la galería del Mandir. Sentí pena por ellos. "Vengan conmigo por favor", les dije a ellos y los acompañe al Mandir a través de algunos atajos. De alguna manera en todas partes había un obstáculo, pero la policía eran muy cooperativa conmigo. Me tomó media hora para que lleguen dentro de las instalaciones por la puerta de Ganesh, pero valió la pena. Yo estaba satisfecho.
Volví a las calles y rincones de Puttaparthi. Y entonces vi una escena que estará siempre fresca en mi memoria. Había un grupo de jóvenes Sai de Andhra que habían establecido una cocina temporal y servían arroz frito y el arroz con cuajada, y un niño gritando a toda voz, con toda la energía de sus cuerdas vocales, diciendo a la gente que tienen prasadam de Swami. Su pasión por ver que nadie pasara hambre a causa de dolor o falta de disponibilidad o cualquier otra razón que me movió al lugar .
En cada carril , casa , hogar, tienda , había una corriente abrumadora de camaradería y amabilidad. A pesar de que mi corazón se hundía con el dolor cada vez que pensaba en Swami, me consolaba diciendo: "Por lo menos estoy haciendo lo que a Swami le hubiera gustado que hiciera - ayudar a alguien con necesidades y documentar esta saga conmovedora en Puttaparthi. La única manera de mitigar mi dolor era con un poco es por el servicio ... Eso era todo en su vida y es lo que en mi vida también debe ser en adelante ... "
Y al día siguiente, cuando las ceremonias finales del funeral se realizaron, yo lloraba y lloraba copiosamente.
Pero cada vez que las lágrimas se detenían me acordaba de las varitas de incienso. Incluso ahora, cada vez que tengo dolor, las finas fragancias exudada por el incienso me inspiran. La vida, dicen, vale la pena vivirla cuando se vive para los demás, al igual que mi Swami hizo, sonriendo, año tras año durante más de ocho décadas.
Puede brillar como la chispa de su amor, y nuestras vidas también se convertirán en sublimes y serenas, fragantes y vibrantes.
Fuente:
http://insaights.blogspot.in/2012/04/sorrow-and-solace-of-april-26-2011.html
NUESTRA VIDA ES SU MENSAJE
OMSAIRAMMM
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Sai Ram - Seva and Service on April 26th 2011.
The Below article was written by Shri.Bishu Prusty, Alumni of SSSIHL and who works now in Radio Sai Global Harmony in Prasanthi Nilayam.
During the Sorrow and Grief on April 26th'2011, Sai Devotees showed everyone the True Value of Seva and Service where each and everyone helped each other, Bhagawan's Divine Message of Seva and Service was seen everywhere:
......I walked out of Sai Kulwant Hall into the streets of Puttaparthi.The endearing scenes of caring and moving instances of devotion that I witnessed that day remains evergreen in memory. It was as if love was virtually flowing in the streets of this holy hamlet. Everyone was out to help the other.
If there was a shopkeeper doling out cookies to everyone standing in that never-ending serpentine queue, there was another generously handing out butter milk in plastic tumblers to anyone who was thirsty. The third was a middle-aged Mohammedan with the characteristic white cap on, who along with his sweet daughter was gladly serving spiced rice to every pilgrim standing in the rows.
Suddenly a dynamic man met me and lovingly invited me to go along with him; he wanted to show me something. Once I reached his house I saw how he had created a big cooking area beside his home where food was being prepared continuously. I was moved. I took a few pictures and thanked him for his love.
As I continued to walk I noticed a youngster panting for breadth; I took him out of the queue, arranged a place where he could rest and then promised him that I will be back soon with some medicines.
I had actually walked far beyond the hanuman temple, little further the area where the usual Saturday vegetable market happens. My hunt for a medical shop brought me all the way almost to the Gopuram gate as except Appollo Pharma no other shop was open that day. I ran back to him having procured the tablets. Fortunately he was still there in the same location and was delighted to receive the pills. I moved on.
The queue did not seem to have an end. People were sad, dejected, tired and restless too. The PM's visit had only added to their woes; the lines had stopped moving for quiet a while. Many asked me, “Can we have darshan? We have come from so far...”, “When are they going to close Mandir? Can I see Swami today?” and so on. Softly and sweetly I assured them that each one was definitely going to see their beloved Swami.
Then I noticed some very senior members of the Sri Sathya Sai Trust, Kerala having a tough time in the queue. They were people whom I have been seeing for years in Mandir verandah. I felt sorry for them. “Come with me please,” I said to them and escorted them to Mandir through some short-cuts. Somehow everywhere there was an obstacle the police were very cooperative with me. It took half an hour to drop them inside Mandir premises through Ganesh gate but it was worth it. I was satisfied.
I returned to the streets and corners of Puttaparthi. And then I saw one scene which is ever fresh in my memory. There were a group of Sai Youth from Andhra who had set up a temporary kitchen and were serving fried rice and curd rice, and there was this boy shouting at the top of his voice, with the entire energy of his vocal chords, pleading people to have Swami's prasadam. His passion to see that no one went hungry because of grief or unavailability or any other reason moved me to bits.
In every lane and bylane, home and hearth, shop and godown, there was this overpowering stream of camaraderie and kindness. Even though my heart sank with sorrow whenever I thought of Swami, I consoled myself saying, “At least I am doing what Swami would have liked me to do – helping someone in need and documenting this touching saga of Puttaparthi. The only way I can mitigate my sorrow to a little extent atleast is by service... That is what His life was all about and that is what my life should also be about...”
And the next day when the final ceremonies of His body were done I cried and cried copiously.
But whenever the tears stopped I remembered the incense sticks. Even now whenever grief grips me those thin fragrance-exuding martyrs inspire me. Life, they say, is worth living when it is lived for others just like my Swami did, smilingly year after year for more than eight decades. We can then shine as sparks of His love and our lives too would become sublime and serene, fragrant and vibrant.
Source :
http://insaights.blogspot.in/2012/04/sorrow-and-solace-of-april-26-2011.html
OUR LIFE IS HIS MESSAGE
OMSAIRAMMM
Fuente:
http://insaights.blogspot.in/2012/04/sorrow-and-solace-of-april-26-2011.html
NUESTRA VIDA ES SU MENSAJE
OMSAIRAMMM
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Sai Ram - Seva and Service on April 26th 2011.
The Below article was written by Shri.Bishu Prusty, Alumni of SSSIHL and who works now in Radio Sai Global Harmony in Prasanthi Nilayam.
During the Sorrow and Grief on April 26th'2011, Sai Devotees showed everyone the True Value of Seva and Service where each and everyone helped each other, Bhagawan's Divine Message of Seva and Service was seen everywhere:
......I walked out of Sai Kulwant Hall into the streets of Puttaparthi.The endearing scenes of caring and moving instances of devotion that I witnessed that day remains evergreen in memory. It was as if love was virtually flowing in the streets of this holy hamlet. Everyone was out to help the other.
If there was a shopkeeper doling out cookies to everyone standing in that never-ending serpentine queue, there was another generously handing out butter milk in plastic tumblers to anyone who was thirsty. The third was a middle-aged Mohammedan with the characteristic white cap on, who along with his sweet daughter was gladly serving spiced rice to every pilgrim standing in the rows.
Suddenly a dynamic man met me and lovingly invited me to go along with him; he wanted to show me something. Once I reached his house I saw how he had created a big cooking area beside his home where food was being prepared continuously. I was moved. I took a few pictures and thanked him for his love.
As I continued to walk I noticed a youngster panting for breadth; I took him out of the queue, arranged a place where he could rest and then promised him that I will be back soon with some medicines.
I had actually walked far beyond the hanuman temple, little further the area where the usual Saturday vegetable market happens. My hunt for a medical shop brought me all the way almost to the Gopuram gate as except Appollo Pharma no other shop was open that day. I ran back to him having procured the tablets. Fortunately he was still there in the same location and was delighted to receive the pills. I moved on.
The queue did not seem to have an end. People were sad, dejected, tired and restless too. The PM's visit had only added to their woes; the lines had stopped moving for quiet a while. Many asked me, “Can we have darshan? We have come from so far...”, “When are they going to close Mandir? Can I see Swami today?” and so on. Softly and sweetly I assured them that each one was definitely going to see their beloved Swami.
Then I noticed some very senior members of the Sri Sathya Sai Trust, Kerala having a tough time in the queue. They were people whom I have been seeing for years in Mandir verandah. I felt sorry for them. “Come with me please,” I said to them and escorted them to Mandir through some short-cuts. Somehow everywhere there was an obstacle the police were very cooperative with me. It took half an hour to drop them inside Mandir premises through Ganesh gate but it was worth it. I was satisfied.
I returned to the streets and corners of Puttaparthi. And then I saw one scene which is ever fresh in my memory. There were a group of Sai Youth from Andhra who had set up a temporary kitchen and were serving fried rice and curd rice, and there was this boy shouting at the top of his voice, with the entire energy of his vocal chords, pleading people to have Swami's prasadam. His passion to see that no one went hungry because of grief or unavailability or any other reason moved me to bits.
In every lane and bylane, home and hearth, shop and godown, there was this overpowering stream of camaraderie and kindness. Even though my heart sank with sorrow whenever I thought of Swami, I consoled myself saying, “At least I am doing what Swami would have liked me to do – helping someone in need and documenting this touching saga of Puttaparthi. The only way I can mitigate my sorrow to a little extent atleast is by service... That is what His life was all about and that is what my life should also be about...”
And the next day when the final ceremonies of His body were done I cried and cried copiously.
But whenever the tears stopped I remembered the incense sticks. Even now whenever grief grips me those thin fragrance-exuding martyrs inspire me. Life, they say, is worth living when it is lived for others just like my Swami did, smilingly year after year for more than eight decades. We can then shine as sparks of His love and our lives too would become sublime and serene, fragrant and vibrant.
Source :
http://insaights.blogspot.in/2012/04/sorrow-and-solace-of-april-26-2011.html
OUR LIFE IS HIS MESSAGE
OMSAIRAMMM
OMSAIRAMMM...
CENTRO SAI HISPANO...
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