Guest guest Posted March 13, 2003 Report Share Posted March 13, 2003 Sisters Jyotsna and Achintya, Thank you both so much for sharing those stories. It is wonderful to read about Amma's workings in your lives, complete with wrinkles and all. I have a ravenous appetite for Amma/Amritapuri stories. Sometimes when the lists fall silent I want to shout, "WHAT DID AMMA DO IN YOUR LIFE TODAY?" but am restrained by an over-developed sense of decorum. I feel inspired to tell my own story - of the time that I spent in Amritapuri. It is an ordinary tale, nothing dramatic, but it made an impression on me. I arrived at Trivandrum airport late one night and was driven up to Amritapuri in an ashram taxi. The ride was comfortable and unremarkable. I had company - an American returning to the ashram after seeing his son off at the airport and of course, the driver who was a local. I had a brief dialogue with the American in the course of which we exchanged basic information about each other. He told me that he worked as a checkout clerk in a supermarket in the States and that every so often he would save up and blow his savings (of many months presumably) on a trip to India to be with Amma. He was an old- timer around Amma, apparently, having first met her in the early nineties and this was his third or fourth trip to HQ. He was nice to talk to, mild mannered and pleasant. He talked a fair bit about expenses - about how expensive it was to fly down to India and how he had to work for x months to spend y months with Amma and so on. He also gave me well-intentioned warnings about some of the ways in which Indians might try to rip me off. I was touched by his solicitude but did not feel the slightest bit of alarm given that I was very much at home in Kerala. Being Malayali might have had something to do with my confidence! I had been a 'local' years before, and now here I was, years later, returning as an 'expat' with dollars in my pocket and Hushpuppies on my soles. Nobody was going to take me for a ride, I thought to myself, least of all in Kerala. As our taxi tumbled Ashram-ward in the middle of the night over familiar pot-holed roads, I looked outside through the windscreen and felt comfortable. Little did I know that before the night was over, someone with a heavy vehicle license was going to drive a 16-wheel truck over my smug, budding ego. No prizes for guessing who that trucker turned out to be; it was Amma! I was about to get my first taste of Amma as Kali several months before I had even begun to think, in conscious terms, of Her ego-slaying aspect. To be continued... Om Amriteshwaryai Namah fg Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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