Friday, September 24, 2010

Prologue to my 'Life-Journey Tales'.

This is an autobiography of a virile, which has subsistence for self and family for sometime but the miskin is who has nosubsistance even for few days.  Throughout his lifespan, altogether, he has been blackening of his face; self annihilated, remain in obscurity at home. He, although, belongs to a Mini King-like Landlords family but for the last three generations, is living with meaningful life of true to Sufi exaltations like; illat (sickness) – quillat (poverty or deficiency) – zillat (insult). He lives in the abode of, a Beatific-vision-attained saint grandfather and his Grand Spiritual Master. This abode is regarded as a ‘Monastery’, a pilgrimage which still radiates light heat of warm feeling of emotion and embosoms the pleasure of union to the people in ever increasing number, coming from far and near every nook and corner of the world to genuflect and adapt the apparition of the Eponym.

The writer, eidolon of his grandfather, is not appetitive to proclaim the sacred seat of veneration; more accurately, he always abnegates any type of personality cult. He is seclusive. When ever he comes out to welcome the pilgrims and the devotees at the narthex of “Samaadhidhaam”, the chapel-hall in the abode, he sits amongst them as a condisciples and out of comity so as to animate their appetence, he speaks out. He reveals indiscreetly, traditions and the facts relating to the given subject who proves worth listening and to be acted upon. Since the contents of his talks are elegant and full of substantiality but, unheard and unread until then, they often feel the prodigious aroma of reality. The source, which could make thus the writer affirmer to write his autobiography in this form, is repeated and ardent wishes of these visiting devotees.

Claustral prior to take steps into the ‘work in progress, let us avail an occasion to draw the view-finder focus on the animative esteemed faith of Revered Maulaanaa Rume, for “dhat” (Reality);

When a fairy overpowers a man it vanishes from that man the attribute of manhood.
Then what that man says becomes the saying of the fairy.
Neither from this side nor from that is said.
His nature gone, has he becomes the fairy itself,
The Turk without inspiration talks Persian.
When he recovers, he does not know one word of that language.
The fairy thus has its dhat (Reality) and its attribute.
Well the Lord of the fairy and man,
Why will He have any the less?
When the fairy has this faculty,

Two Fish


“The Beloved is with whose hearts
Are broken for the sake of the Beloved”.
-Maulaanaa Rume

This is an unsaid term, much contextual to begin with the etymology of the schism of the Landlords family of qusba Bhogaon (Bhumigram) in District Mainpuri, Utter Pradesh. Starting from generations remote back, the young genius of the royal lineage, worth venerable was my Great-grandfather, Choudhari Harbaksh Rai, the first amongst the upward family-tree, who joined the British Government Service as an Excise-Superintendent in district-town of Farrukhabad, just adjacent to Mainpuri.

The enunciation reckoning up one-by-one, declaimed from the memories of my Grandfather, gliding through the tong of my Grandmother, Brijraani, in whose lap I was born and brought-up because my mother, Bhagwati Devi was lacking physical strength, those days due to the prolonged maternity- sickness suffered from, soon after the embodiment of a human soul in to my living flesh. These tales are the safekeeping stabled on the seat of my consciousness (Mann).

Let me take the readers, in to the glimpses of domestic environment those days, i.e. during the times of my Great grand-parents. The whole mansion was resorting into gender- based binary, partitioned overtly, in to two separate portions. This was not due to inequity; the issue of men versus women, but had tended to frame the issue in polarized terms and the configuration held on conventional psychological and sociological paradigms. In adherence from ancestors to posterity by the customs so handed down; my Great grand father too continued the process of such two-fold domestic living. He was although free from moral guilt about the abuses of the feminine were facing squarely.

In the sequence of a primitive gender-connection, I am reminding of a story from sacred epic Mahabharata, relating to a noble young prince Pandu, while hunting, who kills two matting deer. His five swift arrows pierce the heart of their unguarded pleasure. Sooner the stag lies dying; he turns into the form of Pandu and reveals that he was not an ordinary stag, instead, was in fact the Holy Seer Kindama, who had transformed himself and his wife into the living body of deer, so that they might couple in sublime innocence. The Holy stag curses Paandu; not because the hunter had killed, but because he had defiled life’s most precious union. “You have taken advantage of the hallowed union that perpetuates and delights all life – henceforth you are cursed. If ever you should lie with a woman again, the moment would be your death”. This story reminds us that the sexual act is something sacred, to be protected and honored; and that to take advantage of this most tender of human experiences can lead to our demise.

Drooping through the ritualistic grooves of the ages, when the regimen of my Great Grand father assumed, it became a status-symbol to maintain distance from the own family-flock and to make amusement with lewd women like dancing girls. A famous saying-“Doing our own will is usually what harms us”; proved true to him and he indulged soon his totality into ‘woman and wine’.

Thus the living lobby of my Great Grand father and the surroundings were becoming, those days, in fullest bloom of dancing entertainment and merry- making intoxicated excitement. But contrary to it, the gynaeceum of our house was still dominant with the gleam of my Great Grandmother, Durga Devi, who was leading a life of righteousness and piety. She was pious-minded; pondering constantly in filial affection for Lord Ramchandra. The texts of RamcharitMaanas, in her devotional-melodious voice were enchanting the whole surroundings of the house; substantially, she was absorbed in to it.

Both the gender-based cells of our house, those days were going on well, with full speed and there was no hardship at all, except the one that my Great-grandparents were suffering from the pricking of being childless. The whole house was desolate and unadorned on this account. The root-cause of this whole tragedy was the societal perspective prevailing those days. The unconscious assertions by each section of society that the stereotypic gender roles were hardwired rather than largely being the product of social conditioning. From the very beginning the “men are from ‘Mars’ and women are from ‘Venus’”. Nothing the less; the landlady had no complaint with the time running those days. Instead she kept in step, my great-grandmother endured to subsist on the liturgical living, clinging with her favored deity, Lord and Goddess Seetaa. A mystical Saint Jnaneshwar, I had a chance to read long back somewhere, a translation of this poem in English;

“Without the God,
There is no Goddess,
Without the Goddess,
There is no God,
How sweet is their love!
Embracing each other,
They merge into One,
As darkness merges with the light,
At the breaking of dawn.
When we discover their unity,
All words and all thoughts
[and all books!]
Dissolve into silence ….. .”

The path of ‘silence’ adopted by this Great landlady, my great-grandmother lead in to her, such a scene of action, an incident described, here with.
The imposing-house where our Great-grandparents lived had become accustomed to welcome the revered saints of various religions every day. It was seldom when there would have come in, non to compassionate. It was hardly an week’s gap of obtaining the fruit of virtuous life, and the housemaid was just reminding of this to her mistress. In the meantime suddenly but according to wish, they heard a sound from the porch of the house – “is there somebody in? or should I go back?” such incoherent dialogue made them, on one hand propped but at the same time, seeming him to be a saint of some strange sectarian, an ascetic it, rejoiced to my Great-grandmother, Shrimati Durga Devi. Sooner on getting an affirm-er tip the wink to, the maid rushed toward the porch. She requested him with folded-hands and pronounced with full meekness – “sir! Please come in and make obliged the house. Please do come, my Mistress is eager to pay her homage and reverence”. She took him in with great veneration to the Landlady, who offered him a befitting respectable seat and made an earnest request – “what this humble serving – self can offer in your honor”? retorting her the ascetic asked, in his natural tone – “is there ready- cooked fish available in the house”?

My Great-grandmother named after the shakti or personified energy of Lord Vishnu; a title of ‘Durga’, belonged  to a strict and an orthodox vegetarian family of ‘Vaishnav’ sect and carried the inborn-tradition here also in this family of Choudhari Saahib. On account of this reason, the availability of non-vegetarian serials like cooked-fish was out of question in the gynaeceum, despite all sort of luxuriance in the house, those days. At this juncture, the aforesaid lady-servant, bringing her mistress out to  cut a sorry figure, reminded of, about the ready-cooked ‘two fish’ had just before been brought in, as a courtesy-token from Navaab Saahib (governor) of Shamsabad-Town and were kept untouched in the public-part of the house.
 After deliverance from quite a crucial hour, the Landlady, again turned to the ascetic with an esteemed look-“Sir! Let me have a chance to serve. It is being brought just, within no time” and she commanded the maid-servant with a tip the wink to do the needful. She did it in a trice an eyelid and gave the dish unchanged, in her mistress’ hands who put-forth before the respectable guest. The faithful house-maid was, constantly, watching his face-expressions, as to how he was relishing the willed dish, offered to him by her mistress. She was quite an intelligent young lady. As soon as she grasped his posture revealing the contentment on his glorious appearance, irradiating the truth of saying – ‘strike when the iron is hot’; stood before him courteously with folded hands – “Oh! Splendid high-soul, venerable man! With God’s grace my mistress is enjoying all sort of wealth and its grandeur, but more or less, the only abatement is that, her bosoms are empty. God is merciful and the Goddess of speech is ensconced on your tongue; if you are really happy on us, please shower such blessings the one which could bring a child in her arms”. During the delivery of her prayer, my Great-grandmother was seeing her cherished Lord, Rama, in place of the ascetic; her eye-lids were wet down.
During whole of this course it appeared as if the ‘time’ had gone stagnating for a while, stolen by some unseen power. This was an fortunate union of the individual soul with the divine One, by means of abstract meditation. The august ascetic, although, had completed the food till then, but he was still absorbed into the Ultimate. The manifestation of his elegance had conceal the whole being of that house. In quite a magnanimous mood he glanced with a partly closed forty-wink at the  landlady and stood-up, keeping his arms up sprinkling the divine luster of his asceticism on the maid and her mistress, and with a flash, he turned his eyes to look upwards. In the same posture he stretched out with hands hollowed, as in salutation to beg from the Master of all the masters. He evoked in a cautionary commanding, loud sound – “Allah-o Akbar” and further he whispered, absorbed within the supreme spirit and left the place in a very fast speed … … … saying … … … “Ek-Do, Ek-Do (one-two, one-two)”. While narrating all this; my grandmother used to say that he had neither been seen ago nor he had ever been come in view of anybody.

It is said by the sage Ramana Maharishi –“silence speaks with unceasing eloquence”. Silence invites to listen more deeply within oneself, which helps to connect with own inner wisdom. Learning to listen deeply with oneself is probably the most universal spiritual practice, found in all traditions. So happened with my Great-grandmother and her silent prayers brought ‘object-striven-fruit’ for her quiet and noiseless mansion, a boon for her womanhood and the married life.

This sacred legend of my family roots; I have been listening right since my childhood. A curiosity to find out the truth about this ascetic, perfuming with incense, has invariably been importuning throughout my lifetime. Who was he, where from did he come and where he went off, which signification ‘two fish’ indicated for, and so on, are the unanswered questions, which often pester innermost corner of my mind. This is all with me, because my inborn character.

My intense research of systematic phenomenon study brought me on such turn of object aimed at, the point towards which I was looking ardently for a long time. Thus a finding come-up unexpectedly that the ‘ascetic’ under reference, having been remembered, within our family-flock as a “Kambaldhaari-Mazzub” (shaken off saint, one who had renounced the world; had wrapped under the blanket); the common concept about whom was that, seemingly, he was some Muslim Fakir, did not appeal to me. According to my source of study he would have perhaps been a ‘Rosicrucian’, instead of being a “Muslim Fakir”.

The world Rosicrucian denotes a member of a secret society devoted to the study of occult science, which became known to the public early in the 17th century and was alleged to have been founded by a German noble, Christian Rosenkreuz, in 1484. It is generally associated with the symbol of the Rose Cross, which is also found in certain rituals beyond “Craft” or “Blue Lodge” Freemasonry. The Rosicrucian Order is viewed among earlier and many modern Rosicrucian as an inner worlds Order, comprised of great “Adepts”. When compared to human beings, the consciousness of these adepts is said to be like that of demigods. This “College of Invisible” is regarded as the source permanently behind the development of the Rosicrucian movement.

Freemasonry is a worldwide fraternal organization. Members are joined together by shared ideals of both a moral and metaphysical nature and, in most of its branches, by a constitutional declaration of belief in a Supreme being.

Freemasonry is an esoteric society, in that certain aspects of its internal work are not generally disclosed to the public, but it is not an occult system in the sense generally understood.

Gnosticism is a term for various mystical initiatory religions, sects and schools which were most active in the first few centuries of the Common Era around the Mediterranean and extending into central Asia. These systems typically recommend the pursuit of special knowledge (gnosis) as the central goal of life. They also commonly depict creation as a dualistic struggle between competing forces of light and darkness, and posit a marked division between the material realm, which is typically depicted as under the governance of malign forces, and the higher spiritual realm from which it is divided. As a result these traits, dualism, anticosmism and body-hatred are sometimes present within Gnosticism. There is, however, variety, subtlety, and complexity in the traditions involved.

Sister Irina Tweedie, one of an adherent disciple of my uncle, Mahatma Raadhaa Mohan Laal Adheoliya, has quoted in her famous book ‘Daughter of Fire’ of her Master’s version, which is quite,  identical to my findings given here above; “Naqushbandia Dynasty descends from the Prophet. The first Deputy was the father-in-law of the Prophet. He was the first one. But Sufis were before the Prophet. Sufism always was;  it is the ancient wisdom. Only before the prophet they were not called “Sufis”. Only a few centuries after his death they were called Sufis. Long before, they were the sect called “Kambal Posh” (blanket wearers), and they went to every Prophet. A tradition goes that they went also to Jesus. No one could satisfy them. Every Prophet told them, to do this or that, and they were not satisfied. One day Mohammad Said : ‘There are many Kambal Posh men coming, and they will reach here in so many days and now at that moment they are here and there’. They came when he said, on the day he said. And when they where with him, he looked at them only, without speaking any word. They were then completely satisfied”. Munshi Chaachaa observed silence and after a while, he further spoke out : “Yes, it was so; it is correct. Every Prophet told them, this or that. Naturally they were not satisfied. But when love is created, what dissatisfaction could there be? So they went away, fully satisfied. Concealed and not the whole truth”. Another day he was again clarifying : “First is the sound, then the light and thereafter the Love. Sound is the aakaash (ether). Some times during the discussion something is concealed, and not the whole Truth is told”.

Catching back the preceding link let me extend forward. In the course of psycho spiritual transformation associated with Tantric practices, there are different subtle stages to the esoteric process which entail the activation of spiritual energy centers in human body, called Chakkras, the main one are, seven. These are serially; (1) Perineum-center (Moolaadhaar); (2) Sexual-center (ling); (3) Navel or Solar plexus (naabhi); (4) Heart center (hriday); (5) Throat center (kanth); (6) Third-eye, between the eyebrows (bhrikuti); (7) Crown-center, on the top of the head (brahmrandhra). The process is described differently in various spiritual traditions, each one using different names and conceptual frame works to depict the process.

The key elements to this process, basically, are three, as derived most commonly are namely – (1) transmutation; (2) transformation; (3) transfiguration. The intricacies of this process are complex and precise, guided by a deep wisdom that is generally hidden and entirely beyond the understanding of an ordinary aspirant.

The concept of ‘experience’ includes perception, feeling, living, enjoying and knowing. To unveil the mystical doctrine of this gnosis let me bring-out a legendary term connected with the Vedas; “Praatibh”. To understand this term in the usual sense, to the lexicography, it may cause to speak as “intuition”. This has, very well, been determined the limits if the ‘Maarkandeya Puraan”, one of the famous Legends (a class of voluminous  work in Sanskrit, dealing with aspects of ancient Indian theology). It has been expounded therein that there are five impediments on the path of Yoga, an abstract meditation undertaken to bring the soul upwards  in to union with the Supreme Spirit. These are namely –

(1). Praatibh : an ascetic, at the time when, he becomes masterly of substratum of quality by performance of an action to learn interpret and infer the entire sciences and art-technologies etc, then because having been related to brilliance, he is called – “Praatibh Upsarg” (intuit  preposition).

(2). Shraavan : perceptible by the senses of hearing, the twenty-third lunar asterism, having subdued the Goddess of hearing-senses. An ascetic who becomes capable of hearing the sounds (as produced by any action) and starts to perceive the purport of, then because of having powered with this energy is pronounced as Shraavan Upsarg (hearing sense preposition).

(3). Daiva : heavenly being. When he becomes effective to look at explicitly, the substance of all the eight heavens, the wide sky like the gods. Then he is called “Daiva Upsarg”.

(4). Bhram : suspicion. When the ascetic intensely starts to wander about, aimlessly having been fallen down from all the manners of conduct on account of faulty-intellect or moral-fault, he then is called “Bhram Upsarg”.

(5). Aavart : cyclical progress. When the ‘intellect’, having been squandered all-around, alike a storming whirlpool in the damming water, he then is called – “Aavart Upsarg”.

Achieving the immunity after having been pierced right through, these five impediments, an ascetic comes-in to naturalize the psychic mode of “Union”. According to Maarkandeya Rishi, the notions are five in stages.

(1). Notion (dhaaranaa) of Earth : he assumes himself to be earth, his psyche (mann, chitt) abnegates all the terrestrial subjects or dominion, existing on the earth, also even smell and all the several tastes or sentiments.

(2). Notion of water (the Vedic deity, Varuna ) : he does the dhaaranaa of sukshma-ras (holds a view of subtle form of savor ), i.e. ras, swaad, gsndh. 

(3). Notion of glory (Tejas) : by the notion of subtle form.

(4). Notion of Air (one of the traditional humors of the body) : by the notion of humor; and

(5). By the notion ether, he abnegates the subtle application and also the sound, and then he is named “Aavart Upsarg”.

Thus the ascetic, when by heart he enters in the evenness of all the Bhuta (one of the five elements : earth, water, fire, air, ether), through the ingenious device, then his intellect achieves the state of supreme subtlety.

Extending beyond that already stated; the Seer succeeds prudentially further more that an ascetic after vanquishing the aforesaid impediments, attains the eight-fold state of totality of recondite Yoga (abstract meditation undertaken to bring the soul towards union with the supreme spirit).

These eight Eishwariya Gunns (Eeshwar; according to Dr. A.P.Mathur, is – “Presiding deity of Sahastra-Dal-Kanwal and the “Gunns”; denotes for each of the three constituents of nature, viz. Sattva-‘goodness’, Rajas-‘passion’ and Tamas- ‘darkness’), namely are-

(1). Anima : Manifestation of the form of more than the subtlest one.

(2). Langhima : to work-out a job with the time shorter than the shortest one.

(3). Mahima : to become reverend for each one.

(4). Pratic : to achieve the state when there becomes nothing unavailable.

(5). Praakaamya : to achieve the state of being omnipresence.

(6). Ishittwa : when one becomes capable of doing all the being without exception.

(7). Vashittwa : in this state one achieves the ‘siddhi’ (supernatural skill) to over power to all the beings at his will.

(8). Kaamaavsaaiyttwa : according to whose will, one could be roaming and all powerful to do, liked by him.

In the terms of Sri  Paramhansa Yoganand Ji Maharaaj, this state has been named as – “inner evenness”, while explaining the Bhagwad Gitaa; (shlok -11:48. the contemporaneous term given to it by the esoteric- Sufis; is  -“Baqaa”.

To my limited mental-grasp; the aforesaid “Kambal-dhaari Mazzub” had of course masterly accomplished this state of being and on the command of Hierarchy of the Supreme One, he manifested for some special work and that was to bring into existence the incarnation of a distinctive man empowered with marked forces, for the benefit of mankind over to time infinite.

Now there is, perhaps, subsidiary cause to elucidate the secret of “Fish” questioned by the “Kambaldhaari-Mazzub” and in event of its non-availability, he would go back. The means  adopted to pacify the anxiety of the flock, eager to learn, by sharing the history of remote back, relating to Ina, king of the west Saxons :- In Queen Elizabeth’s time the Papists were esteemed, and with good reasons, enemies to the government. Hence the proverbial phrase of, He is an honest man, and eats no fish; to signify he is a friend to the  government and a Protestant. The eating fish on a religious account, being then esteemed such a badge of popery, that when it was enjoyed for a season by act of  parliament, for the encouragement of the fish towns, it was thought necessary to declare the reason; it was called cecil’s fast.” – Warburton.

The Act to which Warburton refers was a statute passed in the fifth year of Elizabeth, 1562, cap. V. “touching Politick constitutions for the maintenance  of the Navy,” Sect. –XIV.-XXIII. The  fifteenth section of this  Act provides, that any person eating  flesh on the usual fish-days,
“ shall forfeit three Pound for for every time he or they shall offend; or else suffer three months close imprisonment without bail or mainprise”, It is probable that the greatest objection to the Act was the order in sect XIV. :- “That from the feast of St. Michael the Archangel, in the year of our Lord god 1514, every Wednesday in every week throughout the whole year, which heretofore hath not by late laws or customs of this realm been used and observed as a Fish-day, shall be here after observed and kept, as the Saturdays in every week be or ought to be”.
Dr. S. Radhakrishnan.

While writing a commentary on the Aitareya Upanishad (chapter II), about three births of the self, Dr. S. Radhakrishnan says –

  1. “In a person, indeed, this is one first becomes an embryo. That which is semen is the vigor come together from all the limbs. In the self, indeed, one bears a self. When he sheds this in a woman, he then gives it birth. That is his first birth”.
2. “It becomes one with the woman, just as a limb of her own. Therefore it does not            heart her. She nourishes this self of his that has come into her”.

3. “She being the nourisher, he should be nourished. The woman bears him as an                   
Embryo. She nourishes the child before the birth and after the birth. While she     nourishes the child  before birth and after the birth she thus nourishes her own self, for the continuation of this world;”. for thus are these worlds. This is
one’s second birth”.

4. “ He (the son), who is one self of his father is made his substitute for         performing   pious deeds. Then the other self of his father’s having accomplished his work, having reached his age, departs. So departing hence, he is, indeed, born again. That is his  third birth.

 दया का अनुवाद

१२: "निश्चय ही हमने ही मनुष्य को मिट्टी के सत से बनाया "
१३: "फिर उसे एक सुरक्षित जगह, टपकी हुयी बूंद (वीर्य ) के रूप में रक्खा "
१४: "फिर उस बूंद (वीर्य ) को लोथरे का रूप दिया, फिर उस लोथरे को एक (मांस की) बोटी का रूप दिया, फिर बोटी की हड्डियां बनाईं, फिर उन हड्डियों पर मांस चढ़ाया फिर उसे एक दूसरा ही सृजित रूप दे कर खडा किया. तो बहुत बरक़त वाला है अल्लाह , सबसे उत्तम श्रीस्तिकर्ता."
                                          कुरानमजीद -१८(१२-१४)       



     It is thus my grandfather, the manifestation of Lord Ram came into the bosoms of my pietistic Great-grandmother on the auspicious day of Basant-Panchami, at 06.14 P.M. on 03rd February 1873. Place of birth - Farrukhabad (UP) 209625. The zodiac sign - Leo (Singh Raashi) 
        Accordingly, this newly born male child was named after her Lord’s name, Ramchandra. 

    My Great-grandparents were blessed with another male child, named Raghubar Dayaal, exactly after a gape of 02 years, 08 months and 05 days, i.e. on 07th October 1875. 

Partly due to the tradition of the times and partly due to the reason, my mother was so weak and I was so healthy, fat and squat of built; that my mother was unable to carry or even to give her breast. This was the reason that on her first sight my Grandmother embosomed and started to give place on her own bed to sleep, she also imparted her repository secrets, right since beginning. This is how I became befitted of getting  the possessor of her clean breast and I got the masterly knowledge about my Grandfather (Laalaaji Maharaj), as high breast, as an inborn nature.

Laalaaji’s first memorable-birthday was solemnized like a 
greatest-family festival. Almost all the Zamidaars of the area, relatives and his bosom-friends joined the party held there in. My Great-grandfather, being a Kaystha Landlord he left no stone unturned to pass round, rather bloomed the flow of alcohol and meat. My Great-grandmother did not used to like it, but of course, she never made an issue of it. When all the guests had went back after the lawn-party, my Great-grandfather came inside the house. It was Laalaaji’s fourth birthday and then he was not a small child to be carried in lap. Even then, out of his profound love for Laalaaji, Chaudhari Saaheb, my Great-grandfather picked him up in his bosoms. Laalaaji did not know as to why at that moment because of the smell of liquor coming out from his mouth. And he did not like his show of love upon him and he (Laalaaji) started feeling irritated. After a successful attempt he shifted down saying that he smelled bad. This had a deep psychological impact on him and he (Chaudhari Saaheb) felt ashamed on his condition. My Great-grandmother left the place simply saying – “See! The children are now growing; you should keep very well in mind”.

After this incidence Chaudhari Saaheb not only gave-up drinking but also developed an aversion to it. Never ever in his life there after he even talked about liquor. My Great-grandmother was never tired of telling of this tremendous change in his (my Great-grandfather).


His mother and father, both of them, were very loving and affectionate to my Grandfather. His childhood was spent in luxury with great care and attention, like any thing. There were lots of servants to attend on both the brothers, i.e. my Grandfather (Laalaaji Maharaj and his younger brother, Chachchaaji); their was a carriage at home, separately for them, ride.

He did not like to mix with other children of his own age. My Great-grandmother till she was alive, was his all-in-all, his friend, his companion, and what not. He imitated her, whatever she did. Reading ‘Ramcharitmaanasa’ was her life. Both the brothers were, although,  not mentally grown up but they used to listen to her with apt attention, as if they were understanding everything. Sometimes when she used to read some special incidences with great absorption and as a result of her devotion for her Lord, the tears used to flow from her eye-lids out of emotions. Seeing her weep, both of the brothers (Laalaaji and Chachchaaji) also used to shed tears. 

If my Great-grandmother ever asked as to why they were shedding tears, there answer happened to given, “because you are doing so, so did we. We feel a special type of liking to shed tears following you”. She used to then embrace both of them, wiping the tears from the faces of both the brothers with her drenched saaree. This used to be an object-striven happiness, like a lollypop in the mouth.
                                    
My Great-grandmother had a very sweet voice and she had adequate skills of singing. She used to recite Ramcharitmaanasa in a melodious voice. In her confluent flow of loving compatibility, not only he (my grandfather, Laalaaji) developed an inclination towards Spirituality, but also an adequate adeptness in music and poetic-genius. The seed of ‘self-realization’ sprouted in his heart due to her breastfeeding-grace, supported him throughout his life and became an instrument for the nurturing of that seed.

Many such tales of his child-hood were preserved in by my Grandmother as her treasures kept by her breast-deep. Often she used to cast that he remained a child-like, even when he became a True Supreme Guide and Preceptor, so to say an Incarnation of ‘Supreme Being’.

Once it so happened that my Grandmother found Laalaaji lying in the bed, wrapped his face with a coverlet. Distinctively he was upset on somebody’s unexpected behavior. The factual story was that some of the regular Satsangi(Associate of the Spiritual Hierarchy he belonged to), had that day joined the ‘Satsang’ under the drunken-state, which he (Laalaaji) had noticed and felt it very bad. Instead of giving him a proper lesson, he took diminution upon his own self. According to his belief it becomes the liability of the person under whose training the novice is giving time for the promotion of his soul. In his opinion, what had taken place was not the fault of the person who had come for Satsang under drunken state, rather it was his own incapability and as a result he (Laalaaji) was sad.

The moment my Grandmother saw him lying in that state, she had soon after come out from the bath-room, after taking head-bath and as a result her saaree was partly soaked (on account of the hem at its end was covering her wet hair). She got astonished on his state, and immediately opened his face. She surprised to notice his eye-lids were wet and the dry tear-marks were still visible on his cheeks. She (my grandmother) wiped his face with her same wet part of Saaree. Laalaaji immediately stood up and looked her bewilderingly and gave a look causing astonishment and asked : “are you not my mother, who has gave me so love full of solace”. She snuggled with motherly love and suggested that you can not do anything, except to pray in favor of such people to our master (Huzur Maharaaj). He is all powerful to take care of and bring them on the right path.


Another similar story, my grandmother often used to animate that Huzur Maharaaj had entrusted to him (Laalaaji) in which he remain so engrossed that he had not able to divert his mind else were, even for a single moment. He had selected some special people for the work of his Master. He used to remain worried about them through out the day and night. He  was fully aware that not even a smallest mistake on his part would be tolerated. He used to put in a lot of effort and was fully committed to it, yet he found himself never satisfied. The work entrusted to him was critical, highly important and intensive but the time allotted for, was very short.

One day a stage came that it appeared to him a particular person would spoil the entire show. He used to scold him, reason out with him but he did not mend his face. It appeared to him that all his efforts would go in vain. He got tired of making any further effort and it appeared to him that this might have an impact on others also. One stale fish could spoil the entire tank. Amongst all these thoughts he decided to expel him out of the circle thinking that, perhaps, according to him, it would be the most appropriate treatment to apply on him.

He did so but he went away from one gate and entered again into our house from the other gate. He narrated the entire episode to her (my grandmother). Here she was a ‘Mother’; the mother of all the creation, large hearted, were there is a place for every one to seek refuse. She heard him with full sympathy. She asked him to take rest there or if so desired to go in the inner room.

After the Satsang was over Laalaaji came inside the house. His annoyance had not yet disappeared. He told my grandmother “I have expelled him (by name) from the Satsang. He can not now come back to me”. Without looking at his face or watching his expressions, she started saying, as if laughing loudly and taunting sweetly at him, “you are a father, you can expel him, you have right to do so, but I am a mother, I can not do so”. During this course Laalaaji had changed his mind and said “Okay, then ask him to come tomorrow”. Continuing her amusing family smile my grandmother spoke out, “do you think, he had really gone back?”

My grandmother used to call that ‘he’ (the subject person) immediately came out from the sell he was lying in, just like a innocent child comes out from the bosoms of his mother and started crying importuning embarrassing holed Laalaaji’s arms. He also could not stop his tears flowing out of his eyes  all that also had flown out of him, as if it had never happened.

My grandmother repeatedly used to animate the famous quotes of the Holy Bible, which was the landmark of Laalaaji’s Spiritual journey. “A man had hundred sheep, one of which was lost. He left the ninety-nine behind on the hillock to graze and went in search of the lost sheep. When he found that lost sheep, his happiness was greater than that seeing those ninety-nine sheep, which were not lost”. Yishu then said- “Your Supreme Father in the Heavens is like that”.

My grandfather was a healthy child and was interested in studies but even then Chaudhari Saaheb (my Great-grandfather) did not send him in spite of attending the school going age. The only reason for this appeared to be his affection. He appointed a Maulvi (a teacher) to teach him Urdu and Persian at home. He also taught him ‘poetry’.

My Great-grandmother left for her eternal abode when my grandfather and his younger brother, both were of seven and five years respectively. Both of them then were young children. Chaudhari Saaheb, therefore, appointed a Muslim lady to look after both of my grandfather. She remained in the house for about four years. She was an experienced and worldly-wise lady. She really loved both my child grandfathers to the extent none of them felt the loss of their own mother, even for a moment. They also made every effort to give her their all the respects and love through out the life. She lived a long and participated and performed each and every customary duty of a mother of our family. She participated in all the rituals and did her duty as a real mother, in the marriages etc. of both the brothers.

My grandmother used to tell that last time she participated in the marriage of my father and gave a silver coin to my mother as a keep-sake to solemnize the first glance of bride’s face (a love token gift as a part of rituals in Hindu marriages). Her personality and the wisdom left a endowed impact on the life of my grandfather, as he himself has unveiled in his own writings at times.

At about ten years of his age my grandfather admitted to the local Mission High School, on the road-side between Farrukhabad and Fatehgarh, from were he passed the ‘Middle Class Anglo-Vernacular Examination’ in the Second Division from this School. The examining body awarded him this certificate, then was ‘Education Department, North-Western Provinces and Avadh’ at the age of his 18 years.

As is evident from his own writings that during the school studies, the only extra cultural activity was to learn about the Christian religion and  getting a close familiarity with this Mission. He has at times revealed in his diaries that the famous saying of revered Jesus Christ, that  “it is possible for a camel to pass through the hole of needle but it is not possible for a rich person may seek refuge in His (Jesus) Grace had a great and ever lasting impact on my mind.”

This is perhaps due to my inborn nature, on account of the stated reason, that through out my life I had a deep inclination towards this Religion, to the extent that I turned several times my mind to convert my self a thorough Christian.

My grandmother used to summaries “the turning wheel of time brought us down from the heavens of a royal and luxurious life to a heard and the days of tear-full difficulties in a trice, but due to the mercy of my Gracious Master, our faith in Divine love remained unshaken.

My spiritual-prefect, Rev. Dr. Shyam Laal Saaheb of Ghaziabad, spoke on His first birth anniversary in the year 1973, organized in his Samadhi Campus-
Rev.Dr.Shyamlal of Ghazibad

“Due to our great esteem and love for him, we used to address him as “Laalaa Ji”
His respected father was Chaudhari Har Bux Rai, who was Superintendent of Excise at Farrukhabad. His ancestors were the biggest Land-lords of this area and were regarded almost as a Mini-Raajaa. I have had occasion to have a visit to this ancestral house in Bhogaon, in District Mainpuri. An elephant could easily pass through its main porch.” 
“There were many who called two children (my Grandfather and his own younger brother Mahatma Raghuvar Dayal, affectionately called- as Chachchaaji) as Ram and Laxman but I, who have been a witness to their abiding love and culture will prefer to compare them to Ram and Bharat, instead”. 
“Laalaaji used to recall that the first breath of devotion was wafted into his ears by his mother. Laalaaji Maharaj was cradled into this love up to the age of seven years till when with the death of his mother, he was deprived of it. There after Chaudhari Saaheb alone looked after him and his younger brother, Chachchaaji Maharaj, Munshi Raghuvar Dayal Saaheb’s upbringing. Chaudhari Saaheb also died in the year 1893, after performing the marriages of both the brothers. After passing English Vernacular upper middle examination, Laalaaji Saaheb joined service in Fatehgarh at rupees 10/- per month. After the death of his father the burden of supporting the families of both the brothers fell on his shoulders. He used to reside then in Mohallaa Nitganjaa, near Ghumna Bazaar. 

He would some times go with us to that place and show us the old house, were they had lived. This being a very small house, he shifted to near by a small apartment in the premises of Mufti Saaheb’s Madarsaa (a school of Islamic education). 

In the premises of the Madarsaa an adjacent small room was occupied by a very great Saint, known as Maulvi Fazl Ahemad Khan Saaheb. Swaami Brahmaanand, who was then aged more then one hundred, used to call Rev. Maulvi Saaheb (popularly now known as ‘Huzur Maharaaj’) as the Qutub (Spiritual Governor) of Farrukhabad. Maulvi Saaheb was a resident of village Raipur under Tahasil Kaimganj in Farrukhabad district.”
“He used to live in that small room by virtue of his being a teacher in the same Madarsaa of Mufti Sahib. Swami Brahmaanand occasionally used to come and sit with him. Maulvi Saaheb’s nature was very generous. His catholicity was non-communal. As an instance of his catholicity of out-look at the time of initiating Laalaaji Saaheb in the path he bade him to spread his Mission amongst the lonely and the forsaken. He said unless the people are aroused Spiritually they will not be true to their culture. Maulvi Saaheb’s Master was the revered Maulvi Ahmed Ali Khan Saaheb of Mohallaa Mau-Rashidabad in Kaimganj. He was also a Qutub. Both these venerables were the Spiritual-Prefects of the Naqshbandiya stream of Sufism. Though they were beneficiaries of all other streams (Sufism) also. That is why they could vary their teachings to suit the needs of different disciples. They were great seers and their outlook surmounted the matters of the world and the spirit.”

“So far as known to me Laalaaji Maharaj came into contact with his Guru (Huzur Maharaj) in the year 1891. It happened thus; once while returning from Fatehgarh (Kachahari), he was drenched in rain and was shivering with cold, perhaps it was winter season. As soon as he passed through the cell of Maulvi Saaheb, the later asked him to tarry a little, and warm himself by the fire, which he was preparing for him and that will do him good and remove the effect of cold. These words had the effect of emotional magic. Responding Laalaaji told him, he would come soon after putting off the drenched clothes. When he returned, Huzur Maharaj had a blazing fire for him and he basked in its warmth. There after Huzur Maharaj covered him with his own quilt. Often Laalaaji would animate the feelings of Divine Bliss, which the covering with his quilt had then bestowed upon him. Perhaps that was the celestial moment when the deal of eternal love was struck between the ‘Two’ and he had started on the path of Spiritual training, unseen. The formal ceremony of taking him as his disciple (Bay’t) was taken place at 05.00 P.M. on 23 January 1896. He was made full-fledged Master (Guru) on 11th October 1897 and as a token of charity for this conferment the Guru (Huzur Maharaj) asked for as his ‘Dakshinaa’- that he should go on serving the lonely and the lost ones, with love, selflessly and without expectation of any reward, and that he should do on the same flow of passage as he (Huzur Maharaj) had bestowed that day the same riches on him in the name of Lord. ‘Never endeavor to be Master but, as befitting to the times, always have the service of mankind as your motto and always to serve the children of God, considering your self merely as their peon and the doorman. These are critical times and people are seen having so many short-comings that in spite of having the inner desire and will to do so, they are unable to tread the path of Spirituality without somebody’s help. It is they who will claim your (Laalaaji) attention’. His intention was that he should serve all who come to him and never think even for a moment of utilizing the source of any body for his own sake. 

“All through his life, he spread his mission with this ideal before him. Even though we were then young, but he would never allow us even to wash his clothes. On the contrary, he would himself draw water from the well for his bath. If even we volunteered to do any thing for him, prompt came the reply that he was not disabled. In brief, he planted in all of us, from the very beginning, the seed of selfless love and ingrained the idea in us; never to assume the role of a Master.”

“Through the period of his posting at Kaimganj, it was his routine to go regularly from Kaimganj to Raipur, a distance of about three and half miles, to meet his guru. Once during such a journey there was a storm followed by rain. He took shelter under a tree, When the storm abated a little he continued his journey to he Master, and look at wonder of wonders; though there was rain and wind on all sides, but he himself was untouched by both. Nor was there a single drop of rain under the tree, where he had taken a shelter. When he reached his guru, even he told him, “so rain and storm could not deter you from coming to me”.

“Once he becomes very ill, perhaps due to gout. He was unable to sit, much less to move. When he was slightly better, engaged a palanquin top to his gurudev and when he met him, the latter told him- “my son, you have taken a lot of trouble in coming here” and he recited the following couplet-(meaning);”

“All those who possess bodies, suffer pain but they learned do it with understanding while the fools do it with tears.”

  “Soon after his arrival back from there he had no pain in his knee.”

“Once upon a time, when he was perhaps in tahsil- Aligarh, he thought that his satsnagies would stand him in good steed at the time of his need. However, when the occasion, came nobody even cared to go to him. That led him to contemplate that this is the result of one’s placing reliance on no mere men, rather than on God. He wrote about that to he is gurudev at Raipur giving expression to his doubt that if the state of affairs continued, the entire gathering would disperse. To which his gurudev replied, “The world has come to such a sorry-pass, if they do not want to help us, we should ourselves seek then and help them”.

“He used to narrate, once when he presented himself before his gurudev, he was gambling in water sprinkling it all over his body and drenching it repeatedly. He saluted him and thought that it was not proper for him to stay at that hour and, therefore, he returned. When he went to him the next time, he found him in very happy-frame of mind. He said- “Puttu Laal Ji (he used to address Laalaaji by the names during all those days) you have not given me a single occasion for displeasure. Last time when you were here, I had desired that no body should stay with me. You understood my meaning and returned at once.” Laalaaji used to say that almost all the satsnagies used to massage the feet of gurudev, but he himself never dare to do it, fearing that the feet of gurudev was so tender and his hands were so hard that they may not cause pain to him.”

“One venerable old man of village Bhojpur, near Fatehgarh, used to meet Laalaaji with afresh. His habit was to drain off all the spiritual attainments of others, whom so ever he used to meet his gurudev. Having perpetrated he mischief, he and Laalaaji went their way. Laalaaji reached his gurudev, but the other had a burnt of giant pain in his chest which did not abate in spite of several days treatment. He then compelled to own that none other than Maulwi Fazl Ahemad Khan could cure him. As a result, he made to bring him to the Maulwi Saahib in a palanquin. He told him that his son Munshi Ramchandra of Fatehgarh has deprived hi of his spiritual wealth and that he was in great agony of pain. The Maulwi Saahib upheld that he (Laalaaji) was a very noble boy; such a thing is not possible from him. There must be some misunderstanding. As it turned out Laalaaji also reached there at the same time and confronted by the Master with the allegations of the venerable old man. Laalaaji refused that he himself did not know any thing about draining of anybody’s acquired spiritual wealth. Therefore, Maulwi Saahib told the man, you yourself had tried to play this trick on the boy in an attempt to deprive him of his all, but the tables have turned upon you. “Go back and do not indulge in this malpractice of aim”.

“Brothers, this is an art, which is some of the saints and ‘Fakirs’ indulge in to do harm to others. If one has not attained one ness with one’s Master, such a malpractice may harm such a one for a while. Therefore, whenever you have to meet people unknown to you be particularly careful. One venerable Param-Hans of Bihar was a victim to such a mischief during his journey to Vrindaban at the hands of another saint. He too has cautioned all aspirants never to embrace outside peoples. In the past, also this venerable saint had met Maulwi Saahib of Raipur, at the Farrukhabad railway station and offered him his ‘hukka’. On the next station, again while loitering before reaching the train he offered him the ‘hukka’. This happened several times. He silently watched this trick quiet. However, on the next occasion, Maulwi Saahib told him that he would not be able to reach the next railway station before the train. In fact, the saint wanted to exhibit to the Maulwi Saahib that he had on such a high pitch of spirituality that he could fly in the air. This is fact that some saints do possess such powers, but they do not make a show of it, while others misuse such power. If one does not attain oneness with his spiritual Master, it is very likely one may falter.”

“Once upon a time Maulwi Saahib (of Raipur) was going from Raipur to Kaimganj along with Laalaaji Maharaaj. They come cross on the way with a woman who was stark naked. A huge crowd gathered there and they were apparently ill at ease. For some time he watched silently and thereafter uttered some prayers (Mantras). There was a shriek moved by “do not burn me; I am leaving this woman’s body just now”. That woman was under domination of some evil spirit, who was troubling her.”

“One goldsmith was agnostic and did not believe in God. When the goldsmith was at his deathbed, he suffered from pricks of conscience. He therefore called Maulwi saahib and told him that he was never a believer in God. Was that fact not the cause of his present troubles? Maulwi Saahib told him that there was no time left for entering in the merits or demerits of this dogma. He should now bear with that now. There after Maulwi saahib sat in deep meditation, near him and helped him to secure eternal bliss.”

“A venerable Mazzub used to live in Farrukhabad. During the time, Maulwi Ahemad Ali Khan Saahib of Kaimganj was alive. Maulwi Saahib of Raipur was passing that way and he tested the Mazzub. That Mazzub was a great saint and took offence at teasing. Maulwi Saahib (of Raipur) felt as if some was churning his breast between millstones. He immediately remembered his guru, where upon the venerable Mazzub told him that, had his guru not have then come to his rescue, he would have not  unscathed, and that he would have taught him a lesson for his life. As soon as he presented before his guru, the latter told him that it was improper to confront and tease the other saints.”

“Laalaaji Maharaaj has also said and written somewhere that our spiritual gurus are great seers. As an instance, he sited the fact once he went to somebody’s house and began to narrate that such and such ancestor used to sit for meditation at a particular place while other one used to do the same on the other place. When the time of Maulwi Saahib’s (of Raipur) departure from this world was nearing, he called all his disciples and told them that they should not shed tears or fall in grieve at the time of his demise. He made clear that once he becomes free from the trammels of the physical body, he would be able to render all the more help to all of them”. Until his last breath, he continued to pour his divine light on all his disciples. We are silent witnesses to the same phenomenon and continue to reap its benefit; although this is a matter of experience and feelings for all and sundry. This so now and be so in the future.”

“As I have stated earlier that unless one attains oneness with his guru, one cannot attain the highest ideal in the spirituality. Having attained one ness, not only he gains in spirituality but also the tribulation of this world and dissolve with ease. When a person achieves oneness with his guru, no person with a foul intention can easily harm some body or cast an evil on him. Every moment of our lives, we are getting help by the spiritual gurus, who in their twinkle ness helped and protected by the guru. The guru follows him like a shadow. Those who have achieved this stage can fully comprehend the mysterious help to receive from him.”

“Laalaaji Maharaaj used to say that he could achieve this state of oneness with his gurudev with in twenty-four hrs. He narrated this incident to clarify this point- the occasion was his marriage. In those times, dancing girls used to accompany the bridegroom’s party. The bridegroom used to sit in the center of the congregation, while the girls danced and showered all their attention on him, along with all the erotic gesture, common to other class. Laalaaji had to do so unwillingly, but he took the precaution of concentrating all his attention on his guru, no other thought crossed his mind even for a single moment, with the result that for the twenty four hours he was lost in the contemplation of his guru and achieved oneness with him.”

“Another incident relates to his early life, when he presented himself first time before his gurudev. He was serving in the Collectorate and his colleagues arranged a sort of picnic at the riverbank named ‘Ghatiaghat’, where they prepared the Bhang (a sort of intoxicating herb). One of his very close friends Pt. Maataa Charan played a dominant part in this ‘Bhang’ affair. Everybody had to partake of ‘Bhang’ including Laalaaji, which he refused to accept whereupon it was decided by the friends to force the ‘Bhang’ down his (Laalaaji) throat. Pt. Mata Charan threw him down on the ground and seated himself on his chest for forcible feeding. At that juncture of time, Laalaaji’s face assumed the countenance of his gurudev, and Pt. Maataa Charan supposed the same feeling. He thought it was not Laalaaji but some body else. He immediately stepped down from the chest of Laalaaji and narrated the whole story to the other friends. The too were astonished at this happening and to desist from pursuing their mischievous deed against Laalaaji. Swaami Brahmanand also narrated this story. Later on Pt. Maataa Charan turned his follower. Laalaaji Maharaaj started his work at Fatehgarh in the year 1915. Some one of the rest said that the ‘Mission’ took its roots in 1911 or 1912, when plague ranging in Fatehgarh and Laalaaji was staying in the castle of King of Tirwa state. However, the ‘Mission’ was formally launched in the beginning 1915 and amongst to first disciples were Pt. Pyaare Laal and Pt. Maataa Charan. May these souls rest in peace; they were very devout and self-effacing persons. With in the next 3 or 4 months we also joined the ‘Mission’ and began to bathe ourselves in the showers of love and affection. Those who have seen those times can now content themselves in the thought that what ever we saw was a dream, what ever we heard was a story.”

“The sum and substance of his (Laalaaji) teachings was love and service. Even for a short period of three or four months only who so ever came in his contact, all of them, so firmly, tied with the bonds of true love, that not even one dared to budge from his company. We were then youngsters and at some nearby place, the people were celebrating the festival of kites. He took all of us to the place of celebration, and gave each one of us two paisa for enjoying and eating sweets. This was the love, which he gave us in such abundance and he always used to behave with all of us without any discrimination. During the course of anybody’s trouble, he always used to make all possible arrangements for his/her food or medicine etc., which so ever was required then and that too from his own pocket. He would always think of the troubles and tribulations of others as if his own and used to deal with accordingly.”

“He used to say if you have a rupee in the evening of which your friend is need and you need it in the next morning, keep trust in God and give that rupee to him immediately. God will give you much more next morning.  Do not shrink to help your friends in need.”

“Astounding things were daily happening but every body felt irresistible. There had once, one of his daughter’s marriage had to take place. All of us were looking after the different arrangements. It seemed to us that the food that was available would not be adequate. He (Laalaaji) at once bid us to cover to food with the cloth, in the name of God, and commence feeding the marriage party. With the result, all the marriage party and whole of the host’s side group satisfactorily eaten but still there was stuff in the stock.”

“By the year 1919, the ‘Satsang’ had had deep roots. During the period, we use to sit regularly, in evening Satsang. Often, Chachchaaji Maharaaj used to come from Aligarh and he used to sit right through the night, surrounded by our company. He himself shouldered the main responsibility of imparting spiritual knowledge to the disciple flock. In good humor some mood, Laalaaji used to call him “Nannhe”, adding further, “I have fed these persons with my love, let them not scare and bolt away, looking to your ‘tapasya’ (hard work in spiritual practices) and its serious application”.
“Once at the time of the annual gathering at Bhongaon, it was a new experience to see the devotees then present. Laalaaji Maharaaj sat continuously from 06.00 A.M. to 02.00 P.M., with out changing posture even for a single time. He discoursed on the topic of ‘awtaats’ (incarnation). The (Muslim) audience was spellbound and was of the view that in some body narrates to us; there can be no dissent (Between Hindu and Muslims). This speech came to public in the form of a small booklet. Soon after the assembly dispersed, the participant briefed the speech to the Maulwi Saahib (Maulaanaa Abdul Ghani Khaan Saahib (may God rest him in piece), he remarked with full of joy, “God knows what wisdom has been inducted in the Munshi Ji (Laalaaji) by our elder brother (Laalaaji’s gurudev), that no one has been able to fathom it so far.”
“I observed several times that Laalaaji had a divine all pervading vision. During the period of my Government service, I had been working at Dildaarnagar, in district Ghazipur. He wrote to me about his visit to my place, for two or three days. It was per chance that he could not reach by scheduled train. I thought he would have changed his mind to come down to me. However, he reached there on the third day all of a sudden, and knocked the door. The house allotted to me by the department was out of the main city. I surprised how he could found my residence and that to at the odd hours of 03.00 A.M. I showed my feelings, how much trouble he would have crossed through in finding out my house at such a remote place. He replied that he had come straight to the house and it was only this door, which he had knocked, adding that it had seemed to him, which had already been managed much before.  The same thing repeated once more, while I was seriously ill in Lucknow and he again came straight to my residence, without having any knowledge about the situation of the same. He often used to say that he visits at least once in every twenty hours to each disciple. Like his own gurudev, he too used to follow the devotees like shadow. Once Bhaai Saahib, Dr. Shree Krishna Laal left from Sikandrabad (UP) and by the time he arrived at Shikohabad he had a severe attack of cholera. There he made to admitted in the hospital by his colleagues. When he reached Fatehgarh later in the morning, on interrogation by Laalaaji as to how he was feeling then, he informed that he was better. Exactly on the same time when Dr. Shree Krishna Laal was ill at Shikohabad, while some body wanted to speak with Laalaaji at Fatehgarh, he avoided talking to so engrossed and he continued in own thoughts. Anxiety on his countenance shows that at that moment, he was deeply involved in Bhaai Saahib’s indisposition at Shikohabad and he was silently praying for his fast recovery.”
“He was deadly against liquor. Once, at the occasion of Deepawali-festiwal, one of his relatives invited him to his house. When he reached there, he found, that some ‘satsangies’ in the company of their relations were partaking the liquor. In the morning when I called upon him, I found him lying with his face covered. Jijji (Laalaaji’s wife) told me that he was said and unhappy since last night at the thought even after sitting in his company these persons could not shun that evil society of drunkard when the concerned person knew about his unhappiness, he gave up taking liquor altogether.”
“He was in great favor of widow marriages. One person who was not even a ‘satsangi’ expressed a desire of widow-marriage. He was apprehensive that his relations would not participate there in, openly.”
“Laalaaji Maharaaj came forward and materialized the celebration from his own house. The pair who married thus led a happy life with his family.”
“One particular instance, to which we are witnesses, is worth mentioning. One boy named ‘Munnaa’ fell seriously ill. Some three or four doctors, who had come to him, went with him to see the boy at Farrukhabad. We asked him as to how he was arranging for his treatment within his meager income. We of course offered to contribute with money. However, he did not accept saying that Laalaaji Maharaaj had given him Rs. 50/- the previous day for his treatment. On returning, we found that Laalaaji had arranged that money on his own resources, with great difficulty.”
“One of my classmates and me used to go to Laalaaji for meditation. Once while we were going together, he showed his inability for he was going some of his relations leaving word that he would soon be coming back. When he came back after some time, and sat for meditation, he could not concentrate as he was afflicted with undesirable thoughts and informed to Laalaaji. After sitting with Laalaaji for some time as we asked his permission to leave, he asked him “how did he felt now?” He replied that he could meditate well then and was happy. Laalaaji admonished him not to partake of meals from all and sundries. In the way, I asked him how it was. He clarified that his made servant had brought the meals from some other place, which he had taken. This all was visible to the eyes of Laalaaji, which could detect as soon as he came to him that he had eat the undesirable food.”
“Once I had gone to Laalaaji, after a walk of several miles in the scorching heat of June. As a result, I had several bloody vomits on the way and was consequently very weak. My clothes were also soiled. I thought that I should not appear before Laalaaji in those dirty clothes. Therefore, I first took bath, changed the cloths and walked slowly to his house. No sooner did I touch his feet, he asked why had I come in such blazing son? I felt almost fit and strong and all the troubles vanished. His affection is but a sad memory now difficult to come across again in life.”
“The affection of Laalaaji and the many benediction of Chachchaaji Maharaaj, both are evergreen in the minds of old devotees. That was a wonderful time. Laalaaji Maharaaj himself used to say then that the small assemblage of his could dare the biggest following of others in matters spiritual. I have traveled a lot and have come across a many saints, some of whom were presiding deities of their sects. They had unequivocally stated that we have a jewel (Diamond) amongst us and still we are mum, while others, who do not know any thing about spirituality, make all the fuss with great pomp and show. Even those great saints paid fulsome homage to Laalaaji Maharaaj.”
“Laalaaji Maharaaj used to say that one who has sat in meditation with him for as little, as three days could spiritually activate the heart of others. We were but silent spectator’s of this marvelous phenomenon. To be a vain scholar is an entirely different matter from leading a practical life of devotion and spirituality.”
“When the number of satsnagies began to multiply, he suggested that we should fix suitable holiday to meet here. Those times the four days Easter holiday considered the most suitable for the purpose. This was decided in the year 1921 and the first “Bhandara” commenced in that year during Easter holidays.”
“In the year 1921, Chachchaaji Maharaaj fell seriously ill and every hope of recovery diminished almost. Chachchaaji made to have full faith on the person under whose treatment had to undergone. Soon after such a ‘vaidya’ commenced his treatment, the same continued but all of us who were then present were convince that Laalaaji Maharaaj had donated a portion of his own life span for Chachchaaji and save him from certain death. This is evident from another fact. Chachchaaji Maharaaj told us that he will go before Laalaaji, but when Laalaaji went first, I asked Chachchaaji how he declared that in 1921, during his serious illness, Laalaaji had transferred a part of his life span to him and lengthened his life.”
“One of my friends in his letter to Laalaaji complained that for a long time he had not received any letter from him, from which he assumed that Laalaaji was displeased with him. To this, he sent an affectionate reply, which is available in his published letters- concluding with the words, “I constantly see your eyes”. This was all his embarrassing love.”
“He had a very sweet voice as singer. He would often say that his singing was all spiritual, that is why it was so sweet. His fame as a singer reached to the extent that a reputed theatrical company offered him a salary of Rs. 200/- P.M. in those times, he simply refused to accept. However, he was always ready to sing as an amateur for disseminating spirituality.”
“Once he was serving under a Deputy Collector, who called him for listing to his music. Since the Deputy Collector was a spiritual bent of mind, he went there. He called him repeatedly; he went there for the purpose. On the third occasion when the peon of the Deputy Collector came to invite him, we were then sitting with him; he declined and told the peon telling him that he was not a professional musician and cannot pay court to him. He had gone to him previously because the Saahib was of a spiritual bent of mind.”
“When he fell ill, he took care to go to meet all his devotees. Beginning with Sikandrabad in the first trip, he went to Bulandshahar and Etah. In the next trip, he went to Kanpur also. When he started from Bulandshahar, in car, he embraced everybody, which was unusual with him. It struck me then that we may not meet him again. He then onward made his mind to live in ‘Navadia’. If arrangements could made for some helper and milk supply, the fresh open of that place would be particularly beneficial to him. It was the ‘Navadia’, which he had (perhaps) chosen for final resting place. This is the same ‘Navadia’, where his Samaadhi is now situated.”
“Such was his devotion that he became one with his gurudev. So far as I know, he passed away on the same day on which his gurudev his mortal remains.”
At the time of the last Bhandara in his lifetime, he used to repeat often-
          “Dame waapisi bar sare raah hai,
             Azeezo, ab Allah-hi- Allah hai
             Waadae wasl choon sabad nazdeek
              Aatash shauk tez tar gardad”
(Now the time to come back home is on the way. O my loved ones, it is God and God alone. The time to fulfill the promise of oneness is very near now. ……)
“Never will he disclose the secret of on follower to another. I was very close to Bhaai Saahib (Dr. Shree Krishna Laal of Sikandrabad) and this he also knew. Still he will never pass on my secret to him or his to me. However, he used to discuss such secrets amongst over selves; such was his etiquette and culture.”
“His whole life was a sage of neatness, love, service, etiquette and a life of sharing the tribulations of others and all this with out thought of self. That was, secret of the bond with which we all came so close to each other. However, much we may have traveled; we did not come across like him- a soul who bestowed the deepest of the soul to us with out enforcing rigorous discipline.”
“This was possible due to his unbounded love for every body.”
“To day, so far as we have been able to gauge, he has left behind a following of five/six  lacks of devotees, be they attached to any of his disciples, they are found every where in this world.”
“Our spiritual teachers are always waiting for us. If we brothers continue to work with courage and devotion, we will bring all the greater glory to the Master.
May god bring peace to his soul and let his spiritual love continue to be showered on us all now and hereafter.”


       









Continued…..

Troy of pearls; inspired within me.

“By love has appeared everything that exists.
By love, that which dose not exists appears as it is”.
-Shabestari

It is me.I am the grandson, of a globally acknowledged family-saint, H H. Mahatmaa Ramchandraji (Laalaaji) Maharaaj of Fatehgarh (UP), India, basically a theological researcher of Naqushbandia stream of Sufism. I am also owning a publishing body under the title of – ‘Mahatmaa Ramchandra publication League’. In addition, I am the 'Managing Trustee' of the trust - LNCT.

 LNCT, an abbreviation used for ‘Laalaaji Nilayam Charitable Trust’, registered under Indian Trust Act, 02 of 1882., in accordance of its principal objects LNCT has installed a tangible-impending, a liven image (Manifestation), of its presiding deity  in a sizable hall; named ‘Samaadhidhaam’, the main chapel situated in the front portion of ‘Laalaaji Nilayam’ at Mahatmaa Ramchandra Marg (01/45-A, Talaiya Lane), Fatehgarh (UP) 209601 India.

The Spiritual heritage of Laalaaji Nilayam and the marked charitable functions of LNCT have profoundly instituted, this holy place on the world map as a NaqshMuMRa-Pilgrimage. The tourist-pilgrims throng periodically, in ever increasing number on the door-step of ‘Samaadhidhaam’ temple, as a heart-throb of their god-ling. LNCT is a non-profit service and training organization. The mission of LNCT is apart from Spiritual promotion on the lines of NaqshMuMRa School of spirituality, it supports individuals to combine “inner” work of the heart with outer service in the world. LNCT invites the volunteering individuals and the organizations to participate in the projects and also to raise funds to materialize their aims and objects.

LNCT has installed a tangible image of its Presiding Deity H.H Mahatmaa Ramchandra ji (Laalaaji) Maharaaj in the 'Samaadhidhaam'. 

But who am I; you need not to lie in wait much more, because step-by-step, you keep on reading, my personage will start appearing between-whiles. I am, precisely, not whatever I look to you. What ever I am before you; is my body. To perceive deeper into the contextual meaning, let me put forward deferentially. A human body has its three forms- (i) outer gross body; made of sense organs – flash, skin, bones, blood, fats etc. (ii) subtle body; comprising with mind, intellect, psyche, egoism – called; manomaya kosh and the manifestations are; knowledge, thought and intelligence – called; vigyaanamaya kosh and (iii) casual body (soul), made of happiness, joy or bliss.

Once my Master was illustrating “tajalli”, a Sufi term. He told, the Dictionary-meaning of this word is ‘ brilliance’ or ‘splendor’, but according to Sufi-theology, it denotes to the illumination of “Zaat” (reality). As such, he says, the “Zaat” is ‘darkness’; the two extremes of end in darkness. He further illustrates; ‘darkness’ is really light, which the retina of the eyes is incapable to estimate aright. In other words, “Tajalli” is the appearance of ‘reality’ in limitation. God appear before a devotee in the form, most eagerly sought for, by him. Hazrat Moosaa (Peace be upon him) was in search of fire in the desert on his way back to Egypt from Medina, God, therefore, appeared before him in the form of “burning bush”. If somebody seeks God in an image, the image appears to fulfill his desire. Thus my Master clarified that there should be no harm in idol-worship. “Tajalli” means disclosure, an opening out of certain mysteries. 

Next day when I got a chance to be impending in to the lotus feet of my Master, I requested him to continue the previous day’s colloquy of ‘tajalli’, with to explore about formation of ‘kaaran sharir (casual frames) in the mind of ‘father’ and then later transfused in to the womb of ‘mother’, through a drop of seminal fluid. He got my point and smiled in affirmation; “yes! This is truth and our ‘Upanishads’ confirm it. But, the Sufis have their own doctrine. They hold that ‘tajalli’ (epiphany) has no repetition. God’s power is infinite and He is exalting out of the deeps of His existence ever new forms and ever new lives.” He further clarified; “all atoms from eternity move downward in the infinite space”. He referred Quran Majid (sura qahf:15) “God manifest Himself in ever changing grabs”. Master then went in to the state of silence for about twenty minutes and then re-opened the colloquy putting forth his own view- “in fact, the parents can not give birth to a child according to their own will. It would be rather an absolute impossibility unless the particular soul comes to them and nourishes the germs”. In between, my questioning about re-incarnation made him to laugh at me. Continuing himself in the same mood, he narrated an interesting story from E. G. Brown’s “Literary History Of Persia”- “there was in Nishapur, an old college, for the repairing of which donkeys were bringing bricks. One day, while the sage (Hakim, i.e. Hazrat Umar) was walking with a group of students, one of the donkeys would, on no account enter. When Umar saw this, he smiled. Went up to the donkey and extemporized the following quatrain:

O lost and now returned ‘yet more stray’
The name from men’s remembrance passed away
Thy nails have now combined to form the hoofs,
Thy tail’s a beard round the other way.

The donkey then entered; and they asked Umar the reason of this. He replied the spirit which has now attached to the body of this ass (formerly) inhabited the body of lecturer in the college, therefore it will not come in, until now when perceiving that its colleagues had recognized it, it was obliged to stop inside”.

Right since beginning, it was our regular practice that when ever we would sit around the Master, a must to sit along with a diary and a pen in hand and ever attentive to the words coming out from his tong. So, that day too, I was having a diary and pen and immediately the above story I got noted in to it, from the notes he had in his hands. Soon after it, we went in to deep meditation for about two hours. After the meditation, there continued a state of silence for another one hour. Then he again started to speak out the ‘Law of re-manifestation of the  subtle form in to the gross physical form’.

My Master, although, was sitting amongst us but seemingly his subtle form was watching some other world. His eyes were half-open. He went on speaking- “to understand the reincarnation from one form to the another one, we can take an example of a water globule in the ocean and its process of going up, becoming invisible in a vapory state in a cloud and then how it comes down again in the form of a drop mixed in to rain-water. In the natural process it may remain again in the mud, or the else it may be frozen in to a solid substance. But the substance does never destroy; it may become invisible or visible, conditions do not change the value and the properties of water-globule. In the same manner, the globule of subtle body arises in the beginning–less past in the ocean of the eternal life, and remains the reflection of the supreme sprite in the form of intelligence. This might be another course that it destines to appear on this earth, or may go to another planet. It gets empowered to travel with the speed of light. It can follow the way of light from one planet to another, with vibrations or waves of the ether. Such subtle bodies may stay on this plane in the gross form of a human body. After a gape of per-destined time it resolves into the state of death and there after it might go to (so called) heaven or to some other planet or remain in an invisible state untitled the proper conditions and the suitable environment appear. Then it gravitates according to their desires. The same forces which have brought us here this time, will bring us here again."

Life is liquid and my subtle body (sukshma or ling sharir) in the form of  a globule of its ocean came down to this plane (earth) of consciousness and born in a Adheoliya (Saxena) Kayastha family of Mahatma Ramchandra Ji (Laalaaji) Maharaaj of Fatehgarh (U.P.), to his only son and daughter-in-law, Mahatma Jagmohan Naraayan (1901-1944) and Mrs. Bhagwati Devi (1910-1995) It is a special feature in my family that right since my Grandfather, each and every one of us have been  born on Saturdays. I know, I have born this time with more developed powers, either to gain new experiences, or to help others to gain knowledge. This is true that I have not been powered with, like Christ or Buddha or the other Saviors but still I know that I have been gravitated being forced by my past deeds.

Prior to my birth the days and nights oppressed and agonized much my mother, who suffered a lot from agoraphobia; she was left all-alone in a very big house, an abode of some twenty family-members. My mother was alone in this abode because my father left her for his eternal abode,  leaving behind two daughters and one son aged nine, six, and three years respectively, exactly two months prior to my birth i.e. on 28th August 1944 and rest of the family flock, including the servants etc. had gone to Aligarh (U.P.) to look-after my father’s youngest sister, Sushila was on death-bed in her in-laws’ house, living there with her husband  Sri Jyoti Swarup Satsangi and the other family members.
Smt.Bhagvati Devi.

The only person to look after my pregnant mother, was Vaidya Baldeo Prasad, an other son rather than a disciple, of my saint-grandfather, who was living in a lane, right straight across the Kanpur-Road, in the town. He was entrusted with the duty by my grandmother to visit the house, at least twice a day and remain available in need of. An experienced lady belonging to our ‘satsang-family’ living in a village near Amritpur, across the river Ganges had also been made alert to reach Fatehgarh on any moment at Vaidya Ji’s call. A respected old man, Vaidya Ji was since elder than my father and on account of the prevalent customary reasons, my mother had to be secretive (veil her face) before him. This had made Vaidya Ji to come for three or even more times every day, knock the door by his walking-stick, ask for the current state of affairs for his own knowledge and go back right from the door-steps. He used to keep sentinel watch round the clock those days and seemed restless to leave no stone unturned to prove himself worthy to the words of my grandmother. In respect of the transcendental-powers of this Holy-land of our house (now known as ‘Laalaaji Nilayam’), my mother used to tell about that, she experienced it always proved itself to be a lucky-charm, an amulet for her, each moment. The startled impulse of splendor, I witnessed, in my revered mother’s eyes while glorifying ‘Laalaaji Nilayam’, is worth mentioning. She used to  narrate, in her own  language, about those giant-shaped Holy-spirits she had seen, used to keep-watch over the House, and so that she (herself) might not become frightened, they seldom come down on the ground-floor or appeared their form in day light.
Vaidyaji.

Another day my eldest sister Maadhvi Lataa made to startle Vaidya Ji when he found her alone on opening the door in  response of his routine call. He asked her as to how was her mother. My sister then was nine years small girl. She replied- “Maataaji (the mother) is not feeling good, to the extent, she can not getup and work nicely. I have my self cleaned the floor of the whole house and have prepared the breakfast etc. by my own hands; will you please take it?” Without break, she continued- “She is still in the bed. Look! Just come and look!” Un-moved Vaidya ji let loose the toe of his stick- “Hold it and take me forward”. He, then reached there in the gynaeceum of my house. There he found three years child Akhilesh Kumar, my elder brother was still crying, taking his own index-finger he had given support in, by the other hand. In a single look he grasped the whole problem; as to why the little one was crying like that and my mother was not able to open eyes keeping a small scissors in her right hand. The story was- while cutting the finger-nails of my elder brother, one of which turned a ricochet, went up, and since my mother was lying down in the bed due to her starting stage of travail, instead of falling-down on the earth, it went inside her right eye-lid. Vaidya ji, although a thin skinned but a harsh-spoken person, seemed saying- “hoonh ….(an evil eye to fall); ruined the eye, it has gone…” , picked-up a single straw and with in no time he took it out. No one saw him going back. My mother wanted to get-up to see him off, after paying her due respects, but he did not give an opportunity to do any such formality.

Later in the afternoon;  middle-aged Vaidya Baldeo Prasad Dalela on the same day, made a rap-noise in his ever engrossed mood. A quick of mind, my eldest sister Maadhawi Lataa again opened the door; “oh! Taauji”. She gave an esteemed look and uttered “Namastay Taauji it is a pleasant surprise, Namastay Bauaaji”. She poured a jubilant happy-go-lucky smile on both of them. Dancingly with soul-stirring welcome, in a melodious songstress sound, she took a lead in “come, please do come. Look Maataaji! Who has come home? Guess, who has come.” She carried her luggage with her small but mighty hands and brought Bauaaji to my mother. Till then my mother was feeling slightly better. Maataaji, as a token of respectful gratitude was just on way to greet and she had not yet taken a bent to touch the feet of Bauaaji, who stopped her during the course and embraced her with a great love and allowed her head to rest on her shoulders. Later she expunged the flow of her tears by her own bosom. My sister, while narrating this view-scan, still asserts that she had never witnessed such a warm meeting throughout her lifetime. Bauaaji was the same “experienced lady” of a village near Amritpur across the river-Ganges, referred to  here before, made alert by my Grandmother before leaving her pregnant daughter-in –law. After leaving Bauaaji hear, with my sister at our door-steps, Vaidya ji had gone back for the due arrangements of the delivery; time unknown might had come at any moment.
Later in the afternoon;  middle-aged Vaidya Baldeo Prasad Dalela on the same day, made a rap-noise in his ever engrossed mood. A quick of mind, my eldest sister Maadhawi Lataa again opened the door; “oh! Taauji”. She gave an esteemed look and uttered “Namastay Taauji it is a pleasant surprise, Namastay Bauaaji”. She poured a jubilant happy-go-lucky smile on both of them. Dancing with soul-stirring welcome, in a melodious songstress sound, she took a lead in “come, please do come. Look Maataaji! Who has come home? Guess, who has come.” She carried her luggage with her small but mighty hands and brought Bauaaji to my mother. Till then my mother was feeling slightly better. Maataaji, as a token of respectful gratitude was just on way to greet and she had not yet taken a bent to touch the feet of Bauaaji, who stopped her during the course and embraced her with a great love and allowed her head to rest on her shoulders. Later she expunged the flow of her tears by her own bosom. My sister, while narrating this view-scan, still asserts that she had never witnessed such a warm meeting throughout her lifetime. Bauaaji was the same “experienced lady” of a village near Amritpur across the river-Ganges, referred to  here before, made alert by my Grandmother before leaving her pregnant daughter-in –law.

After leaving Bauaaji hear, with my sister at our door-steps, Vaidya ji had gone back for the due arrangements of the delivery; time unknown might had come at any moment.      Soon after she stepped in, the days and nights started running fast and ultimately the long awaited time arrived, according to my mother, it might perhaps be fourth or the fifth day after she had come in. it was 28th morning of October 1944 when she delivered a mail child at 10.46 A.M.  
 
Looking forth the stable health status of my father’s youngest sister Sushila on death-bed in Aligarh for more than three weeks, this information emitted through an XXR message.

The telegram-med message gave its fruitful results and after getting the contents she opened her eyes, discharged miserly, a little smile as if the hair disheveled on her own face. Despite her severe weakness she strew her happiness on the news and after a while she came out in a whispering sound- “good; very good. I am extremely happy”. As if she had gone tired of her own life, she again turned to prolong her conversation- “if at-all he has come in this world; may Lord be gracious to get on well”. She was very fond of giving a name to the newly born babies, “he should be given such a name who would illuminate the great name of my saint Daadaa (elder brother)”. After a while, flame of her extinguishing life-force, become once again lightened high gleam flashed on her face  - “ O.K. I myself give name to my darling nephew; the younger brother of Akhilesh would be Dinaysh”.
Akhilesh & Dinaysh.

She closed her eyes. Yes finally. She had gone for her final resting place; the abode eternal.












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