Story - II

Not a story but nothing but pure truth. But lets put this up as a story, the story of another girl (after Story - I) from Winter Break 2009-10.

As the advance course started we were having electrifying, high-energy Satsangs daily. People will go berserk singing and dancing. Now you can expect this from a crowd of the age group 18-22; if and mainly if the numbers are played from a hip-hop or rock chart. But how can you imagine this in a Satsang where people mainly chant and hymn songs praising the divine! But the crowd used to have such roaring energy that even the slowest song were sung at the highest tempo. And finally this needed to be intervened. However more about this later!

Now amid this super crazy sat-sang followers there was this girl! Before I say anything else, during advance course, you know, you are supposed to remain in full silence and not even look at others. And that too girls! You know the emotions and the hormones that play the nasty games in the mind and the body! But people always find loopholes everywhere. Like in Satsang we could sing even though we were in silence. And so I thought people could see also. J However, leaving behind all these silly things, there were enough reasons to look at her and I am very happy that I looked at her!

What was different in her from others? She was beautiful. Yes. She was charming. Yes. She had a smile on her face always. Yes. But they call it something else. I realized that later. She used to keep her long hairs on one side of her shoulder. And that always gave her a strikingly captivating beautiful look. But these were not the reasons for which I was being attracted.

While everyone will be jumping on their feet and shouting out loud she will sit quite and pretty with a glowing smile on her face. She used to sit with the small kids. And she would herself become a kid. She seemed to be on a level of ecstasy that I could never imagine of reaching during the Satsangs. I felt the energy every time I was in Satsangs, I cried many times. But as I told she looked to be on a different level completely. She would sing along slowly, her eyes will be closed, and her hand will move slowly and gently to the pace of the songs. The movements of her hands will be so sublime that she can easily be mistaken as that of a classical dancer. And that charm on her face. God! I could relate her that time only two one person I have ever known. Meera. Like Meera she will be lost in the love of divine! And whenever she used to dance, it used to be in complete harmony with the feeling.

Now she did not look Indian at all. I mean no way she looked like an Indian. I could not say why. But then I had this doubt. She could sing during the satsangs, even the toughest of Sanskrit slokas. Now it’s not difficult to accept that someone from outside India can also recite slokas. But at the same time the charm and beauty of her face was difficult to find somewhere else. So with all these doubts in mind I decided to talk to her once. But how? Our paths crossed twice, but I could never find a way to start with.

However on the second last day during breakfast I saw her. And finally I stopped her as she was about to go out from the kitchen. So she was not from India. She was from the land where the ancient sports event of the world originated. So I asked her name. It was a pure Indian name which has a close connection with an important part of Pooja (worshipping). Seems that’s a pretty common name In India and as well as in her country. So then I asked her if she knew Hindi or learned classical dance forms. She said no! So I asked again how beautiful she looked in the Satsangs and how could she recite those songs and slokas. She said something and then I knew why they said, it was something else!

She said it was because of the simple thing called Grace!

Jai Gurudev!
Love!