Very early on in life, I realized that there are a few topics that are best not discussed in a gathering, religion and food choices being two of them. Topics based on faith or conviction are personal choices and are inevitably contentious beyond reasoning. Blogging changed that perception allowing free expression of one's thoughts in writing. As an erstwhile blogger, this is therefore my personal account and not meant to question or debate anyone else's beliefs. This is an account of the shaping of my spirituality (or lack thereof) and the self-proclaimed godman Sathya Sai Baba of India who passed away at the age of 86 yesterday, April 24 2011.
I was just getting done with a homework assignment last night about an hour after the 11.59pm deadline when I noticed status updates about Sai Baba's passing after being admitted on March 28th at the super-specialty hospital he built.
For over a week, my daily calls with my parents inevitably included a discussion of Sai Baba's health. "I think he is already gone, they are not announcing it because of the succession issues to his large property", said my mom. "There are more media people and police in Prashanti Nilayam than devotees". "Doctors say he is in critical condition. People still think he's going to survive as he said he'll live on till 96. Crazy people." my mom chided. So I knew today that I had to talk to my mom, even though it was 3am, close to my bed time. "Did you hear about Baba?" She said. Yes, I saw messages, I muttered. "I feel upset, I don't feel like doing anything today." She said. "He was the reason for the spirituality in our family, the trigger for the spiritual evolution we have experienced over the years. I was 15 years old when he visited Ooty, still remember the visits to seek his darshan (viewing)". She recounted.
And that triggered my own personal memories and this writing.
I was introduced to Sai Baba at a very early age. I remember climbing up the hill on a snaking road with hundreds of people for a chance sighting of Sai Baba in his Ooty Ashram. I remember sitting in the crowd that waited with bated breath to get a glimpse of the godman. I remember seeing him glide out of his home in an orange flowing garb with his right hand close to his chest gesturing subtly as if he was drawing circles in thin air. His appearance lasted less than 2 minutes, he touched the outstretched hands of some people, took letters from others, and then glided away, pleasant smile on his face throughout. I remember seeing pictures of Sai Baba among Hindu gods at home. I remember seeing books with his teachings that my mom sincerely read, even getting a small easy to read kids book for myself. I remember the skepticism that my dad seemed to have, that was generally overruled by all the devotion going around in the family. My grandma was a huge devotee and I heard about the time Sai Baba had visited my grandparents home in Ooty in his early days. I remember the visit to Prasanthi Nilayam - Sathya Sai Baba's main ashram located in Puttaparthi, the village where Sai Baba was born, 125 kilometers north-east of Bangalore. I remember observing the selfless service that people were engaged in at Puttaparthi. Through all of this, the greatest impression on me was Love and compassion for fellow human beings.
This early introduction is probably what triggered the question "What is life? Who is God?" in my mind as an 8 year old. I remember the long walks with my neighbor Meena, also my age, as we discussed matters about spirituality, life and the world as we grew up. Growing up in a Hindu Brahmin family, studying in a Catholic school, with a best friend who was Muslim, seeing the diversity of religion and habits and then turning to Sai Baba's teachings about equality of religions shifted my thinking beyond religions very quickly to a formless supreme being, not tied to any religion, and religions being paths to reach a common goal. I discarded idol worship, and so also Sai Baba's claim of being an avatar of Hindu Gods Shiva and Parvathi. The meaning of the Hindu Gods as symbolisms for virtues that humans strive for rather than literal personalities, would become apparent to me later through readings of Vedanta and other texts.
As years rolled by, my family was mostly uninterested in the debates about Sai Baba's magical powers. My mom reasoned that irrespective of the controversies, one would have to acknowledge that he had done much more for humanity than any one of us could even imagine. That seemed to be a fair statement, and probably a learning that I carry with me, that you can learn from people when you don't judge them. The moment you judge people, your reasoning becomes shrouded by an emotional reaction to what you disagree with, and that takes away the opportunity to learn from them. Sai Baba stayed in the background in my family's home, making an occasional appearance in festivals that typically ended with the whole family singing "Pavana Purusha Sayeesha, Charananu Gavo Sarvesha, Sowmya Rupa Sathya Baba, Kavuthai kai mukheevee". I am still not sure what it means, but it remains a favorite bhajan and my family's chorus rings in my ears.
The quest for Truth would lead me to read various religious texts including the Bhagavad Gita and the Bible and texts from various thinkers including Gandhiji, Sri Aurobindo, Jiddu Krishnamurthy, and many others. Through all this Sai Baba was pretty much out of the picture except for an occasional spike of interest in the controversies when I would google or look at youtube videos that exposed his magical powers as black magic. I remember mentioning it to my dad over one of our daily calls expecting him to agree heartily with the skeptic view, and instead being surprised by his retort which was "Doesn't matter Archer. He had to find a way to get the attention of the people, so he used such means." Indeed, what brilliant brand building by Sathya Sai Baba - his well recognized style of a large crowning hairstyle, his orange garbs, his ability to attract millions of people as followers, his ability to raise enormous donations...infact, I wonder if there is a HBR case study on his brand. And the fact that he put his brand to good use of building hospitals and schools and bringing water to cities while governments could not, certanly makes him stand out as a unique and accomplished individual.
My spirituality would evolve through further questioning, to a point of deciding that certain questions were useless as they could only be explained by human theories and speculation with no way whatsoever of knowing the truth. I would debate what to label my current state of spirituality and realize that more than just being agnostic, I was a humanist as my primary concern was fellow human beings and the presence or absence of God did not really matter. (Side note: This lead to the writing of various blogs on this topic - Labeling it, The human conspiracy, The anomaly of Individuality, Unity of the human kind).
And although a disbeliever in Sai Baba's godliness, I credit the evolution of my spirituality as my mom said, to the introduction to Sai Baba at an early age. As recently as 3 weeks ago, I came across a Sathya Sai Organization in Japan collecting relief material and delivering them to Tsumani hit areas. It is this sense of compassion and service to humanity that he leaves behind, and for that I salute him. Rest in Peace, Shri Sathya Sai Baba.
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