It relates to early 1980’s. A peak time of rush at Gurgaon Sthan and the only one word, “Guruji” was heard in the total atmosphere. The stickers on the glass panes of the cars bore “GURUJI — the only fact” and there was a feeling of intoxication throughout, whether inside or outside the Sthan.
In the Sthan hall, there laid a settee where three Shishyas sat together and the devotees sat before them on the carpet to express their problems and then to have instructions along with laungs, Elaichi and Jal or what ever. The existing three were replaced by the other three after a few hours of Seva. Likewise other three would come after some time to relax the existing three and so on– the relaxing period was about two hours.
On one such Bada Veervaar, the relaxing three consisted Ravi Trehan and Me. We both got up and went out to take some rest or a beautiful prasad of tea. Ravi happens to be very fond of music & poetry. I too was a fond singer of Ghazals. Some how, Ravi asked me to sing a specific Ghazal for him, since it was a recess period. After refusal for a few times I agreed and we choose a remote place, the stairs facing the main gate.
Actually it is a solitary place since no one uses the stairs. So we both settled there and I sang the Ghazal for Ravi Trehan–. Next morning when I got up, I found my throat out of order. It didn’t work and I could not speak at all. I went to Guruji and explained my vocal problem, “Guruji, mera gala baith gaya hai, bola bilkul nahin jata” (My throat is dumped completely & I am unable to speak at all).
I was taken aback when Guruji said in a taunting way, “Haan – haan, jao gaane gao jab ki hazaron dukhi log lines me khade hain ? (Yes-yes– my son, go and sing songs while thousands aggrieved are standing in ques) I pleaded, “Per Guruji, hum toh Seva se free ho chuke thei aur Ravi ne kaha ki ek ghazal suna do”. (But Guruji, we had the free time. It was Ravi who wanted to listen to, it wasn’t my choice. And then we had gone in the remote area of stairs where no one goes).
“Per, Guru Dev, aap ko kaise pata chala, aap to bahar public ko ashirwad de rahe thei” ? (But Guruji how could you know this, you had been in the public out side on road ?)
Guruji said, “Beta, by chance, agar koi dukhi insan wahan aa jata toa kya sochta, ki ham jis bhagwan se maangne aye hein, wo toh baitha gaane ga raha hai ! Zara vichaar karo ki uske dil per kya guzarti. Kaya hota uske vishwas ka ? (My son, suppose, some one reached over there, what would have been the condition of his heart & his faith. A simple aggressive thought, that they had come to ask for the boons but the giver is a mere singer, not the Guru).
Guruji further said, “Is this the pattern of my design & my creation ? Now I will see how you sing”. I realized and pleaded guilty. I said, “Guruji please forgive me now”. But He was quite. And that’s all, what to talk of singing, I could not speak clearly.
My voice was taken over by a shear whispering, and it went on like that for more than 3 to 4 month henceforth.
Guruji commanded me, K. C. Kapur and a few more to prepare for a journey to Kashmire. On the way K. C. Kapur asked me some thing and I replied in usual whispering manner. He got irritated and accused me as to why didn’t I pray to Guruji for a clear voice?. I had no answer but to close my eyes and pray to the Super Lord sitting on the front seat. The car went on and we reached Kashmire. Guruji took us all for visits at many places in the remote areas of the valley and lastly reached Sri Nagar where we passed the night in the house of Mohinder Singh Batra.
In the chilling cold morning, Guruji commanded us to start for Gulmarg. It took us a few hours to reach Gulmarg which looked very beautiful and hills on the roadside were totally covered with snow. The scene was attractive & I think, Guruji was really pleased as being fond of the nature. While looking here & there, Guruji just turned towards me and said, “Rajje, kar doon tera gala theek ?” (With mellowed eyes He said, Rajje, should I set your throat all right )?
I was not expecting this sudden shower of highest grace. I said, “Yes Guruji”. Guruji said, “Ja ! Muthhi bhar barraf kha le”. (Go and eat a hand full of snow) I took the snow and ate it. Unbelievable– my throat started working. I could talk. And I was all right completely when I got up next morning.
What did Guruji do ? Only telling me “Rajje, kar doon tera gala theek ?” And then snow to eat !
This Super Lord is a unique type of a doctor. Other doctors prescribe avoiding the snow or the ice for a bad throat, and particularly, to a person who has been suffering for months. But Guruji… ??
So what can I, you or any body else would comment on the said treatment of Guruji Maharaj? Better not to comment– lets reach His holy feet and wait for His words ‘The Mantras’, as it is said in scriptures,
“Guru Vakyam Mantra Moolam”
A million prostrations hey ! Gurudev.