This site is as about the inspiration I get, as I am designed to get, where faith and conviction are my two flowers, which receive light when asked to God.
Yesterday, being 25 the February was Meher Baba’s birthday.
He is the Lord of the Universe. Not only this Universe but all Universes.
Meher Baba was born on 25th February 1894.
His name is Merwan Sheriar Irani.
Each and everything that is visible, invisible, existent and
non-existent comes under him. His touch can change anything into the most beautiful
thing.
All humans have a particular good wish, good feelings
towards their own birthdays.
All expect somebody to wish them “Happy Birthday” to him/her
on his/her own birthday.
But is there a date on which “Happy Birthday” itself can
celebrate it’s birthday?
Well according to “all good calculations” Happy Birthday’s
birthday falls on the day when it is The Lord’s birthday.
So, many many happy returns of the day to you-“Happy
Birthday”. Well it is a belated one. But better late than never.
Ma made tea and brought it in a cup, placed on a saucer. On
that saucer she had kept two biscuits and with a certain blink in her eyes, she
asked me to drink the tea.
I took a sip. It smelled of jasmine. I asked Ma-“Ma, how did you prepare this tea? There is a sweet aroma of Jasmine in it.”
Ma-“I have my own way of preparing it. The jasmine tea
leaves are a new addition to it. It has a very rich taste.”
Me-“Yes, it does Ma.”
Soon before I could finish my tea, I had two more biscuits
and have placed a demand to my mother, that from now onwards I want this same
tea for morning and evening.
Once, we were travelling to a distant city via car. On the way over there, the places are full of rural lives. At a juncture, we stopped our car and had sugarcane juice over there in tall glasses. The juice tasted wonderful.
At the opposite side of the juice center a woman was cooking and selling food. Ma and me, we went over to that shop.
It was being run by a
village woman and what attracted Ma was that she was making omelettes using a
large and colourful ladle. The village
woman asked Ma-“Shall I pack two omelettes for you?”
Ma-“No,no I just had sugarcane juice to my fill.”
She-“Oh.”
She-“Where are you from?”
Ma-“From a distant city.”
She-“I have been living in this village since my childhood,
I was born here.”
Ma-“ Do you manage this food outlet by yourself?”
She-“Most of the times. My son helps sometimes.”
Ma-“Where is your home?”
She-“Its nearby. I have a big cattle ranch and there are many cows in it. We also sell milk. The cows give us a lot of milk.”
Ma-“What does your husband do?”
She-“He’s a farmer. Yet he behaves like a city man.”
Ma-“Why do you say so?”
She-“He loves to watch cricket matches on television.”
Ma-“So? Everyone loves cricket.”
She-“But every now and then he would be crooning near my ears that if we had television set, then I could watch those matches.”
Ma-“ Don’t you have a television set at your home?”
She-“No.”
Ma-“Then where does your husband watch those cricket
matches?”
She-“Near, the Panchayat office, there is a small room. All men have pitched in and given some money so that they can buy a small television set for watching matches. So I am saving money to buy a big television set and for my daughter’s marriage too.”
Ma-“That will lead to more people coming over to your house to watch on the television.”
She-” I would keep it off most of the times and during afternoon when everyone rests, I would watch old movies.”
Ma-“Does, your village have electricity?”
She-“Yes, nearly a year, electricity was given to the whole
village.”
Ma-“Good. Pack two omelettes for us.”
She-“Hearing those words from Ma her face lit up and with those
omelettes she packed two freshly made small breads for us. She didn’t charge
her for the bread, but Ma gave her the payment for the bread too.
The village woman said-“This village is my life. My whole
happiness lies in being here.”
Ma-“Good for you. Village life is simple, happy and
wonderful.”
She-“Yes and nodded her head.”
Then we went back to our car and our journey resumed.
While travelling I thought that we have so many askings, but the village woman had few. She had also said that she needs to give her daughter’ marriage. Had she not been saving money to buy a television set, she would be free to pursue her dreams, celebrate her daughter’s marriage in a grand way and save more money for her pension and savings.
We ate those omelettes on our way and they tasted smooth, soft and beautiful. They smelt smoky and different with the bread.