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My Experiences of Satya Sai

 

- Mrs. sharmila Sanka Sourced from : http://www.telugupeople.com

I offer this little innocent writing of mine along with my humble salutations

and love at His divine Lotus feet in order to transform myself into divine

being and spread His message of Love to the world with His grace. Trusting Him

with no trace of doubt is the only boon of my life. My Lord! I now understood

the process of moving from darkness to Light; changing from immorality to

Immortality; shedding untruth only to lead to Truth. A heart when filled with

the perfume of transformation, experiences the great feeling of reaching the

peak of the mountain. I now have the same feeling of achieving my life’s goal

in the process of making my life worthy at your Lotus feet. Let your feet crush

my ego; let your heart soften my rock-strewn heart and let your words transform

my mind. I am a little instrument in your hand of Divinity spreading your love

to the world.OM SAI RAMKnowing who Sathya Sai Baba is but not realizing He is

God, proves one has not yet stepped on to the path of Ultimate spiritual Goal

of Universal Divine Love. Narrating experiences of Sai which lead this little

life on to the path of reality and spirituality are all that this effort is

about. These episodes relate the transformation from the stage of a ‘Non

believer’ to a stage of ‘Blind, unwavering Faith.’

I took it as a challenge not out of devotion but out of a feeling that I should

not lose and that I should acquire a seat in that college as said by my

brother-in-law. I immediately asked Baba to give me a seat if I needed to

believe him as the incarnation of God. I filled in and sent the application to

Prashanti nilayam, Puttaparthi. After a few days, I received a Call letter from

the institute stating that I should attend the entrance exam (admission test) on

a particular date. I felt little relieved as I felt half the job was done. As if

not to let me in peace for long, my intermediate exams were postponed due to

some political issues in Andhra Pradesh. The dates of my intermediate exams and

that of the admission test were clashing as if it was all pre-planned. I was so

upset and so mailed a letter to the authorities in Prashanthi Nilayam informing

them the above situation. But I surely lost all my hopes. I again received a

letter from Prashantinilayam stating that the admission test was also postponed

due to the above reason and that I could attend the test which was rescheduled.

I was overjoyed as my +2 exams would be finished by then.The day of my entrance

exam was approaching and my intensified prayers to Baba were rising to the peak

thus-“Baba, if you are really God, you will know how much I yearn for a seat in

your Institute. If you are all knowing, you will make it happen. I don’t know

how you are going to make it, but please do it. If I don’t get a seat there, it

means I need not believe you to be all knowing.”

I prepared for the entrance exam not having sufficient time for preparation

after completion of my +2 exams. The precious day had arrived leading me to the

divine land of Puttaparthy which I didn’t then realize. I went to Puttaparthi

for the first time in my life with my brother Ramesh and sister-in-law. Baba

wasn’t there. He was in Brindavan(Bangalore). The night just before the

admission test, I happened to know that the question pattern I was preparing

was quite different from the actual pattern. I met one of the students in the

motel I was staying who was also attending the same entrance exam. I was

perplexed, ashamed and didn’t know what to do. I had absolutely no time to give

a new start of preparation at that hour of previous night. That night, I slept

without sleep; I was dumb without any peace or stillness at heart. The Sun

arose as if it was threatening me to face the consequences. I had nothing to do

except to pray to Baba to give His blessings before I gave the test. I stepped

out of my motel and then came across a small boy with some pictures in hand. He

was actually selling them and he came right in front of me. I suddenly stopped

and the picture he showed me to sell was one of Baba’s pictures. The top most

picture was Baba’s blessing picture and the bottom lines read thus-“WHY FEAR

WHEN I AM HERE?” I was thrilled and overjoyed that a first drop of tear of joy

for Baba ran down my cheek. I felt Baba was in fact blessing me. Assuming it to

be a good omen, I started off for the entrance test with lots of confidence at

heart though not at mind. The test was conducted at Baba’s Primary school. It

was a divine environment which I never imagined it to be. It was as if I was

stepping on to the land of an ancient Ashram.As I imagined it to be, the

question pattern was completely different and somehow I managed to complete my

exam. I did well in all the chosen subjects except one of the papers. The

Interview for the students who succeeded in the entrance exam was conducted the

next day and I was the last victim to become THE focus in the interview

room.That was my first ever interview in my life and I was really tensed when I

went in. There were so many people against my imagination. They were really cool

and didn’t let me off the place any time though they had that necessity. I

prepared well for the interview, especially updated myself with the political

side. When I was asked who the President of India was, it was then I realized

my mind just went blank with no answer for a well prepared and the most common

sense question. I was ashamed but not them. They asked me many more as I was

the last one to be interviewed and I could answer all the questions to my

heart’s content and theirs too but I had the guilt of not answering the

foremost question. They were also shocked as to why the answer didn’t strike me

while the answer for the then current Election commissioner struck me so well. I

was even asked as to why I wanted to join in that Institute and one of my

answers was student-teacher relationship being good. They gave me a pleasant

smile and asked me to wait for the results.

I was so eager that I couldn’t wait any longer till I got my results. I was

going on begging Baba not to disappoint me but rather bless me with a seat. The

night before my result was announced, I for the first time dreamt of Baba where

he was overtaking me in His red car. I didn’t know what it meant but I took it

as His blessing. May be it meant he overtook my doubts, suspicions, my

negativity and knowledge. I woke up in the morning and my heart was filled with

a ‘never felt before feeling’ which was very divine. My brother kept teasing me

for fun from the day of my interview saying, “come on, pack your things, we can

go home” meaning I wouldn’t get seat there as I couldn’t answer such an easy and

common sense question. I had my breakfast and came out where in I found a big

crowd at the wall of the canteen looking for their results.I realized my fate

was hung at the wall and I was tensed and anxious to check out mine. I was

there at last eagerly staring at the board. That very moment changed my whole

life. I was really amazed to see my name and number on the result page. I was

overjoyed and let me tell you, I was not shouting like we do in normal excited

situations. When the heart is full, the tongue gets tightened. So was I. I was

literally in tears of joy and success and thanked Baba for proving His divinity

to this little ignorant creature. With thankfulness, excitement and tears of

joy, I was walking forward and my brother was coming in the opposite direction

after his break-fast. Seeing tears in my eyes he thought his joke proved to be

a reality. He was worried a bit and asked, “didn’t you get a seat?” I then

answered in the affirmative and I let all of my tears easily roll down with no

breaks. I packed my luggage. I didn’t know we had to wear saris and so went to

Puttaparthi unprepared. So I had to buy Saris immediately as they (Indian

traditional outfit ) were to be worn by the college girl students of Anantapur

campus. We did shop a little and started off in a bus to Anantapur where the

‘Sathya Sai Institute of Higher Learning’ for women was located and which was

approximately 3 hours away from Puttaparthi.My next episode on 'My journey to

Anatapur'Thanks a lotAs Ms. vinni s.reddy- one of the members of

Telugupeople.com requested me to quote my experiences as Sathya Sai's student,

today on this precious day being Bhagawan's birthday, I started off on my

sojourn of narrating my life as a Sai student in this website. I hope readers

will have a positive heart and mind to accept this humble offering of mine. I

offer my humble salutations at the divine feet of my Lord Sri Sathya

 

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'Swami's Student' - this is the highest degree you have achieved in your life

where most of them like me will be at the back of external qualifications (in

the unknown state)that are assumed to be greater. But according to the extent

I made to realize, I would like to say that I am a primary school student in

Swami's Institute, who is being taught and taken care by Our teacher (Swami)

and made to realize myself to walk towards the destination shown by him. I

had recently d at this site and feel happy to share your experiences

with Swami, and would like to hear more. Sairam Swapna AnkamGroup Post

<groupmail (AT) (DOT) com> wrote: My Experiences of Satya Sai

- Mrs. sharmila Sanka Sourced from : http://www.telugupeople.com I offer this

little innocent writing of mine along with my humble salutations and love at

His divine Lotus feet in order to transform myself into divine being and spread

His message of Love to the world with His grace. Trusting Him with no trace of

doubt is the only boon of my life. My Lord! I now understood the process of

moving from

darkness to Light; changing from immorality to Immortality; shedding untruth

only to lead to Truth. A heart when filled with the perfume of transformation,

experiences the great feeling of reaching the peak of the mountain. I now have

the same feeling of achieving my life’s goal in the process of making my life

worthy at your Lotus feet. Let your feet crush my ego; let your heart soften my

rock-strewn heart and let your words transform my mind. I am a little instrument

in your hand of Divinity spreading your love to the world.OM SAI RAMKnowing who

Sathya Sai Baba is but not realizing He is God, proves one has not yet stepped

on to the path of Ultimate spiritual Goal of Universal Divine Love. Narrating

experiences of Sai which lead this little life on to the path of reality and

spirituality are all that this effort is about. These episodes relate the

transformation from the stage of a ‘Non believer’ to a stage of ‘Blind,

unwavering Faith.’ I took it as a challenge not out of devotion but out of a

feeling that I should not lose and that I should acquire a seat in that college

as said by my brother-in-law. I immediately asked Baba to give me a seat if I

needed to believe him as the incarnation of God. I filled in and sent the

application to Prashanti nilayam, Puttaparthi. After a few days, I received a

Call letter from the institute stating that I should attend the entrance exam

(admission test) on a particular date. I felt little relieved as I felt half

the job was done. As if not to let me in peace for long, my intermediate exams

were postponed due to some political issues in Andhra Pradesh. The dates of my

intermediate exams and that of the admission test were

clashing as if it was all pre-planned. I was so upset and so mailed a letter to

the authorities in Prashanthi Nilayam informing them the above situation. But I

surely lost all my hopes. I again received a letter from Prashantinilayam

stating that the admission test was also postponed due to the above reason and

that I could attend the test which was rescheduled. I was overjoyed as my +2

exams would be finished by then.The day of my entrance exam was approaching and

my intensified prayers to Baba were rising to the peak thus-“Baba, if you are

really God, you will know how much I yearn for a seat in your Institute. If you

are all knowing, you will make it happen. I don’t know how you are going to make

it, but please do it. If I don’t get a seat there, it means I need not believe

you to be all knowing.” I prepared for the entrance exam not having sufficient

time for preparation after completion of my +2 exams. The precious

day had arrived leading me to the divine land of Puttaparthy which I didn’t then

realize. I went to Puttaparthi for the first time in my life with my brother

Ramesh and sister-in-law. Baba wasn’t there. He was in Brindavan(Bangalore).

The night just before the admission test, I happened to know that the question

pattern I was preparing was quite different from the actual pattern. I met one

of the students in the motel I was staying who was also attending the same

entrance exam. I was perplexed, ashamed and didn’t know what to do. I had

absolutely no time to give a new start of preparation at that hour of previous

night. That night, I slept without sleep; I was dumb without any peace or

stillness at heart. The Sun arose as if it was threatening me to face the

consequences. I had nothing to do except to pray to Baba to give His blessings

before I gave the test. I stepped out of

my motel and then came across a small boy with some pictures in hand. He was

actually selling them and he came right in front of me. I suddenly stopped and

the picture he showed me to sell was one of Baba’s pictures. The top most

picture was Baba’s blessing picture and the bottom lines read thus-“WHY FEAR

WHEN I AM HERE?” I was thrilled and overjoyed that a first drop of tear of joy

for Baba ran down my cheek. I felt Baba was in fact blessing me. Assuming it to

be a good omen, I started off for the entrance test with lots of confidence at

heart though not at mind. The test was conducted at Baba’s Primary school. It

was a divine environment which I never imagined it to be. It was as if I was

stepping on to the land of an ancient Ashram.As I imagined it to be, the

question pattern was completely different and somehow I managed to complete my

exam. I did well in all the chosen subjects except one of the papers. The

Interview for the students who succeeded in the

entrance exam was conducted the next day and I was the last victim to become THE

focus in the interview room.That was my first ever interview in my life and I

was really tensed when I went in. There were so many people against my

imagination. They were really cool and didn’t let me off the place any time

though they had that necessity. I prepared well for the interview, especially

updated myself with the political side. When I was asked who the President of

India was, it was then I realized my mind just went blank with no answer for a

well prepared and the most common sense question. I was ashamed but not them.

They asked me many more as I was the last one to be interviewed and I could

answer all the questions to my heart’s content and theirs too but I had the

guilt of not answering the foremost question. They were also shocked as to why

the answer didn’t strike me while the answer for the then current Election

commissioner struck me so well. I was even asked as to why I

wanted to join in that Institute and one of my answers was student-teacher

relationship being good. They gave me a pleasant smile and asked me to wait for

the results. I was so eager that I couldn’t wait any longer till I got my

results. I was going on begging Baba not to disappoint me but rather bless me

with a seat. The night before my result was announced, I for the first time

dreamt of Baba where he was overtaking me in His red car. I didn’t know what it

meant but I took it as His blessing. May be it meant he overtook my doubts,

suspicions, my negativity and knowledge. I woke up in the morning and my heart

was filled with a ‘never felt before feeling’ which was very divine. My brother

kept teasing me for fun from the day of my interview saying, “come on, pack your

things, we can go home” meaning I wouldn’t get seat

there as I couldn’t answer such an easy and common sense question. I had my

breakfast and came out where in I found a big crowd at the wall of the canteen

looking for their results.I realized my fate was hung at the wall and I was

tensed and anxious to check out mine. I was there at last eagerly staring at

the board. That very moment changed my whole life. I was really amazed to see

my name and number on the result page. I was overjoyed and let me tell you, I

was not shouting like we do in normal excited situations. When the heart is

full, the tongue gets tightened. So was I. I was literally in tears of joy and

success and thanked Baba for proving His divinity to this little ignorant

creature. With thankfulness, excitement and tears of joy, I was walking forward

and my brother was coming in the opposite direction after his break-fast. Seeing

tears in my eyes he thought his joke proved to be a reality. He was worried a

bit and asked, “didn’t you get a seat?” I

then answered in the affirmative and I let all of my tears easily roll down with

no breaks. I packed my luggage. I didn’t know we had to wear saris and so went

to Puttaparthi unprepared. So I had to buy Saris immediately as they (Indian

traditional outfit ) were to be worn by the college girl students of Anantapur

campus. We did shop a little and started off in a bus to Anantapur where the

‘Sathya Sai Institute of Higher Learning’ for women was located and which was

approximately 3 hours away from Puttaparthi.My next episode on 'My journey to

Anatapur'Thanks a lotAs Ms. vinni s.reddy- one of the members of

Telugupeople.com requested me to quote my experiences as Sathya Sai's student,

today on this precious day being Bhagawan's birthday, I started off on my

sojourn of narrating my life as a Sai student in this website. I hope readers

will have a positive heart and mind to accept this humble offering of mine. I

offer my humble

salutations at the divine feet of my Lord Sri Sathya Mrs. sharmila Sanka

Sourced from : http://www.telugupeople.com

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