This happened in Rishikesh, almost 8 years ago.
I used to go to all the temples in the Himalayas with Dadaji and it had become quite a tradition every time I visited him! Beautiful Days! Of all the elderly people in my historic family I respected him the most and even till this day nothing for him in my heart has changed. He was so full of knowledge, prosperity and had a different wit of his own!
Every time I used to travel with him, our main aim would be to attend all the divine hymns, Bhajans and Satsangs in the temples which happens in the evening!
Late one night, Dadaji called me and gave me a slip of paper with a number on it. He told me that I should fax (emails were non existent then!) to this number i.e. to his college department to deliver a message saying that he cannot make it to the annual function. This was one of the first things Dadaji had ever told me to do.
I immediately went to the telephone booth to do it, and found that it was closed, and that they could do it only in the morning. So, i went to bed. The next morning, the slip of paper and the precious number on it had disappeared.
I searched and searched, retraced my steps from the phone booth, but no paper. I planned to avoid Dadaji whenever I see him! I started to look out furtively and avoid him…and succeeded for the entire day. I hoped he would forget about it. You have NO idea the kind of mental turmoil i was having.
Then it was Satsang time. I sat at the very end of the hall, hiding behind some fat women.
Bhajans started, He glided in. For once I did all I could to hide and not get noticed…
He came and settled down…looked straight in my direction and said, Shubi have you done the fax yet? In a full Satsang hall!!! I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me…everyone turned around and looked for me… i stammered, i lost the slip of paper Dadaji…there was a collective gasp from the audience…he said, lost it? Oh I don’t have the number, and we have to send the fax by tomorrow. How did you loose it?! Find it and do the fax by tomorrow!
All this is happening in front of 300+ people!
omygodomygodomygodomygod….that’s all i thought of during Satsang.
After Satsang, i ran to my room and started to methodically search for that $%^## slip of paper. It had simply vanished from the earth. I searched everywhere. Even on top of the fan blades. Then I searched again, and somewhere fell asleep…woke up early morning with a start and searched yet again, and again…I was exhausted…deep gloom…darkness all around in the middle of the afternoon…
Then I just sat down and prayed. I told Dadaji (in my head), that i had really really done all I possibly could to find that paper, but i had failed. I really needed his help and his forgiveness…
and no, what happened is not what you think would happen…I didn’t miraculously find the paper.
But Dadajii called me…he asked me again, did you do the fax? I said with a very heavy heart that I couldn’t find the paper. He just smiled and hugged me and said don’t worry, a person from college just called up now, and I talked to him and told him I can’t come…do you want a sweet?
What relief!! What joy!!! The sun was shining again, the birds were singing and the roses were blooming…
An important lesson learned: Running away from Dadaji was never a solution, He was always quite brutal! Help will be given and forgiveness is assured, but ONLY when you surrender…and that happens only when you give your 100%…and failing or succeeding is not the point…just giving your 100% and praying.
Miss you Dadaji!
Rest in Peace!