Friday, August 05, 2016

There are Indians everywhere in Hong Kong but Tsim sha shui  is  Indian hub were you will find Indian food. For Indian people in Hong Kong there is on arrival visa and there is no visa fee for that.
People travelling to Hong Kong can find good and cheap food in Chung King Mansion and Miradoor Mansion, there are plenty of restaurant and small food outlets serving Indian breakfast from tea to samosas. In this restaurant’s some are pure Vegetarians and some keep both Vegetarian and non-Vegetarians food items. People can easily find Indian grocery and vegetable in these two places.  
Chung King Mansion and Miradoor Mansion are good options for peoples who don’t want to spend more on Hotel stays, these places provide plenty of hostel and Guest houses.
More to come…

Thursday, March 07, 2013

Life is Dream


LION, RATS, SNAKE & THE HONEYCOMB



Once a man saw in his dream, that a lion was chasing him. The man ran to a tree, climbed on to it 
and sat on a branch. He looked down and saw that the lion was still there waiting for him.


The man then looked to his side where the branch he was sitting on was 
attached to the tree and saw that two rats were circling around and eating the 
branch. One rat was black and the other one was white. The branch would fall 
on the ground very soon.

The man then looked below again with fear and discovered that a big black 
snake had come & settled directly under him. Snake opened its mouth right 
under the man so that he will fall into it.

The man then looked up to see if there was anything that he could hold on to.

He saw another branch with a honeycomb. Drops of honey falling from it.

The man wanted to taste one of the drops. So, he put his tongue out and tasted 
one of the fallen drops of honey. The honey was amazing in taste. So, he 
wanted to taste another drop. As he did, he got lost into the honey sweetness.

Meanwhile, he forgot about the two rats eating his branch away, the lion on 
the ground and the snake that is sitting right under him. After a while, he 
woke up from his sleep.

To get the meaning behind this dream, the man went to a pious scholar of 
Islam. The scholar said, the lion you saw is your death. It always chases you 
and goes wherever you go.

The two rats, one black and one white, are the night and the day. Black one is the night and the 
white one is the day. They circle around, coming one after another, to eat your time as they take 
you closer to death. The big black snake with a dark mouth is your grave. It’s there, just waiting for 
you to fall into it. The honeycomb is this world and the sweet honey is the luxuries of this world.

We like to taste a drop of the luxuries of this world but it’s very sweet. Then we taste another drop 
and yet another. 
Meanwhile, we get lost into it and we forget about our time, 
we forget about our death and we forget about our graves.

“This world is like a serpent, so soft to touch, but so full of lethal poison. Unwise people are allured 
by it and drawn towards it, and wise men avoid it and keep away from its poisonous effects.”


Value of Finger


Value of Finger

A screw that is connected with a machine is valuable because it is working with the whole machine. And if the screw is taken away from the machine, or if it is faulty, it is worthless. My finger is worth millions of dollars as long as it is attached to this body and is serving the body. And if it is cut off from this body, then what is its worth? Nothing. Similarly, our relationship is that we are very small particles of God; therefore our duty is to dovetail our energies with Him and cooperate with Him. That is our relationship. Otherwise we are worthless. We are cut off. When the finger becomes useless the doctor says, "Oh, amputate this finger. Otherwise the body will be poisoned." Similarly, when we become godless we are cut off from our relationship with God and suffer in this material world. If we try to join again with the Supreme Lord, then our relationship is revived.

We cannot have anything that is not in God. That is not possible. Therefore in the Vedanta-sutra it is said that everything that we have is also found in God. It is emanating from God. So our relationship is that because we are small, because we are minute, we are the eternal servitors of God. In this material world also, in ordinary behavior, we see that a man goes to serve another man because the other man is greater than he and can pay him a nice salary. So naturally the conclusion is that if we are small, our duty is to serve God. We have no other business. We are all different parts and parcels of the original entity.

Diwali


HAPPY DIWALI

A Diwali Wish-

The Diwali lamps shine bright, but they shall soon die out. Oh! Kindle the Lamp within, whose flame illumines forever. And this day make free that wine, whose fire knows no abating. May Thy tavern continue forever and Thou its Cup-bearer!

Spiritual meaning of Diwali-

For those in the spiritual path, the Diwali day is yet another reminder on the ultimate purpose of human life. To reach this 
supreme goal of life, the scriptures propose the dawn of knowledge through the inner light – enlightenment of the soul. 

About this inner light, core Hindu scriptures like the Katha Upanishad say that "The sun does not shine there, nor the moon, nor the stars; nor do these lightnings shine there, much less this fire. When He shines, everything shines after Him; by His light all is lighted". Thus inferring that all the lights of the world cannot be compared even to a ray of the inner light of the soul (self). This festival thus urges us to transcend and abide in this light of lights and enjoy the supreme Deepavali.

Celebration of Light-

There are three main aspects of this holiday called Diwali. The first is the celebration of light. We line our homes and streets with lanterns; we explode fireworks; children play with sparklers.

However, Diwali is not a festival of light in order that we may burn candles, fireworks and sparklers. Sure, these are wonderful ways of expressing our gaiety. But, they are not the only or true meaning of "light." Diwali is a festival of the light which dispels the darkness of our ignorance; it is a festival of the light which shows us the way on our journey through life. The purpose is not to glorify the light of the candle, or the light of the firecracker. The purpose is to glorify the light of God. It is He who bestows the real light, the everlasting light upon the darkness of this mundane world. A candle burns out. A firework is a momentary visual experience. But, the candle of a still mind and the fireworks of a heart filled with bhakti are divine and eternal; these are what we should be celebrating.

We decorate our homes with lanterns; but why? What is the symbolism behind that? Those lanterns signify God's light, penetrating through the ignorance and sin of our daily lives. They signify the divine light, shining its way through this mundane world. A home bathed in light is a home in which anger, pain, and ignorance are being dispelled; it is a home that is calling to God. However, too many people turn this into a domestic beauty contest, spending days and a great deal of money to purchase the newest dias, the most beautiful candles. "We had 75 candles burning last night," we gloat. This is only the light of glamour.  

It is not the light of God, and thus the true meaning of the holiday is lost.

The light of Diwali should be within us. It should symbolize the personal relationship between God and our families. It should not
be so we attract attention from passing cars, or so we are the envy of the neighborhood. Let the light penetrate inward, for only there will it have lasting benefit. One piece of cotton soaked in ghee, lit with a pure heart, a conscious mind and an earnest desire to be free from ignorance is far "brighter" than 100 fashion deepaks, lit in simple unconscious revelry. 

Significance of Diwali-

Diwali, popularly known as the "festival of lights", is an important festival in Hinduism, Jainism, and Sikhism, celebrated for different reasons, occurring between mid-October and mid-November. 

For Hindus, Diwali is one of the most important festivals of the year and is celebrated in families by performing traditional activities together in their homes. It commemorates the return of Lord Rama, along with Sita and Lakshmana, from his 14-year-long exile and vanquishing the demon-king Ravana. In joyous celebration of the return of their king, the people of Ayodhya, the Capital of Rama, illuminated the kingdom with earthen diyas and by bursting firecrackers.

For Sikhs, Diwali is celebrated as Bandhi Chhor Diwas (The Celebration of Freedom), and celebrates the release from prison of the sixth guru, Guru Hargobind Ji, who also rescued 52 Hindu kings held captive by Mughal Emperor with him in the Gwalior Fort in 1619. Guru Amar Das Ji also institutionalized this as one of the special days when all Sikhs would gather to receive the Gurus blessings at Goindwal. In 1588 the foundation stone of The Golden Temple was laid on Diwali.Sikhs have continued this annual celebration with lamps being lit outside gurdwaras and sweets distributed to all. The largest gathering happens at the Golden Temple which is lit up with thousands of lights. 

For Jains, Diwali marks the attainment of moksha or nirvana by Lord Mahavira in 527 BC.

Touching Story


I was walking around in a Big Bazar store making shopping, when I saw a Cashier talking to a boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old.

The Cashier said, 'I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy
 this doll.Then the little boy turned to me and asked: ''Aunty, are you sure I don't have enough money?''
I counted his cash and replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy   the doll l , my dear.''  The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.
Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this 
 doll to...    'It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much . I wanted to Gift her for her BIRTHDAY.
I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it 
 to my sister when she goes there.' His eyes were so sad while saying this. 'My Sister has gone to be with    God.Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.''
My heart nearly stopped. The little boy looked up at me and said: 'I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall.' Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me 'I want mommy to take my picture with her so my sister won't forget me.' 'I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.' Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes,very quietly.
 I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. 'Suppose we check 
 again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?'' 
 'OK' he said, 'I hope I do have enough.' I added some of my money to his    with out him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the    doll and even some spare money.
 The little boy said: 'Thank you God for giving me enough money!'
 Then he looked at me and added, 'I asked last night before I went to 
 sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that 
mommy could give It to my sister. He heard me!''    'I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, 
 but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy    the doll and a white rose. My mommy loves white roses.'

 I  finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I 
 couldn't get the little boy out of my mind. Then I remembered a local 
 news paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck,  who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl. The little    girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The 
 family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining 
 machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the    coma. Was this the family of the little boy?

 Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the news 
 paper that the young woman had passed away.. I couldn't stop myself as I  bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the    body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last    wishes before her burial. She was there, in her coffin, holding a 
 beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and 
 the doll placed over her chest. I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling 
 that my life had been changed for ever.

 The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, 
 to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk 
 driver had taken all this away from him.

Life


---LIFE ………………

…..  Again I have to go to office....
Ohh, this is me… I shouted having a glance on my snap in today’s news paper.. But what the HELL it is doing in the death column??
Strange…
One sec... Let me think, last night when I was going to bed I had a severe pain in my chest, but I don’t remember anything after that, I think I had a sound sleep.
Its morning now, ohh….. It’s already 10:00 AM, where is my coffee?
I will be late for office and my boss will get a chance to irritate me.

Where is everyone…??? I screamed.

“I think there is a crowd outside my room, let me check.” I said to myself.

So many people….. Not all of them crying… But why some of them crying…

WHAT IS THIS??? I m laying there on the floor…

“I AM HERE” … I shouted!!! No one listen.
“LOOK I AM NOT DEAD” … I screamed once again!!! No one is interested in me.
They all were looking me on the bed..

I went back to my bed room.

“Am I dead??”  I asked myself.

Where is my wife, my children, my mom-DAD, my friends?

I found them in the next room, all of them were crying… still trying to console each other.

My wife was crying… she was really looking sad.
My little kid was not sure what happened, but he was crying just coz his mom was sad.

How can I go without saying my kid that I really love him, I really do care of him. ??
How can I go without saying my wife that she is really most beautiful and most caring wife in this world...??
How can I go without saying my parents that I m … just because of u ??
How can I go without telling my friends that without them perhaps I have done most of the wrong things in my life… thanks for being there always when I need them… and sorry for not being there when they really need me..

I can see a person standing in the corner and trying to hide his tears…
Ohh… he was once my best friend, but a small misunderstanding made us part, and we both have strong enough ego to keep us disconnect.

I went there.. And offered him my hand, “Dear friend… I just want to say sorry for everything, we r still best friend, please forgive me.”

No response from other side, what the hell?? He is still preserving his ego, I am saying sorry… even then!!!
I really don’t care for such people.

But one sec…. it seems he is not able to see me!!!! He did not see my extended hand.
My goodness…  AM I REALLY DEAD???

I just sat down near ME; I was also feeling like crying…

“OHH ALMIGHTY!!!! PLEASE JUST GIVE ME FEW MORE DAYS…”
I just wasn’t to make my wife, my parents; my friends realize that how much I love them.

My wife entered in the room, she looks beautiful.
“YOU R BEAUTIFUL” I shouted.
She didn’t hear my words, in fact she never heard these words coz I never said this to her.

“GOD!!!!” I screamed… a little more time plzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. .
I cried…

One more chance please… to hug my child, to make my mom smile just once, to feel my dad proud on me at least for a moment, to say sorry to my friends for everything I have not given to them, and thanks for still being in my life….

Then I looked up and cried!!!!

I shouted….

“GOD!!!! ONE MORE CHANCE PLEASE!!!!”

"You shouted in your sleep," said my wife as she gently woke me up. "Did you have a nightmare?"

I was sleeping….
Ohh that was just a dream….

My wife was there… she can hear me…
This is the happiest moment of my life…
I hugged her and whispered…. “U R THE MOST BEAUTIFUL AND CARING WIFE IN THIS UNIVERSE…. I REALLY LOVE U DEAR”

I can’t understand the reason of the smile on her face with some tears in her eyes, still I m happy…. J

“THANK YOU GOD FOR THIS SECOND? CHANCE.”

SO, now it’s not late... Forget Ur Egos, past… and Xpress Ur love to others… Be friendly… Keep smiling… for ever…….

LIFE REWARD


  LIFE REWARD

Here's a simple, yet powerful way to immediately make your life more rewarding.
Move away from the things that drain you and move toward those things that empower and fulfill you.
Begin to take notice, as you go through the day, of which is which.
 When you take the time to look, it's easy to distinguish the things that lift you up from the things that bring you down.
  Consider, for example, resentment, something you've probably learned to experience whenever you feel you've been wronged.   When you think about it, there is really no positive purpose that resentment ever serves.
You can easily choose to let go of resentment, and to put forgiveness in its place.  That will immediately raise your own level of positive energy, and the beneficial effects will extend deeply into the world around you.
    All it takes is a simple change in your mind and in your attitude.   Look for them, and you'll find many other similar ways to replace the things that drain you with more positive things that move you forward.
  Many of the influences that bring you down are things you can easily change, for they are based on your thoughts, attitudes and reactions.
 Learn to be aware of them, and choose to set yourself free to soar.

Love is so incredibly powerful


An Incredible True Story...

Like any good mother, when Karen found out that another baby was on the way, she did what she could to help her 3 year old son, Michael, prepare for a new sibling. They found out that the new baby was going to be a girl, and day after day, night after night, Michael sang to his new sister in Mommy's tummy. He was building a bond of love with his little sister before he even met her. The pregnancy progressed normally for Karen, an active member of the Panther Creek United Methodist Church in Morristown, Tennessee.

In time, the labor pains came. Soon, it was every five minutes...every three... every minute. But serious complications arose during delivery and Karen found herself in hours of labor. Would a C-section be required? Finally, after a long struggle, Michael's little sister was born. But she was in very serious condition. With sirens howling in the night, the ambulance rushed the infant to the neonatal intensive care unit at St. Mary's Hospital, Knoxville, Tennessee.

The days inched by. The little girl got worse. The pediatric specialist regretfully had to tell the parents, "There is very little hope. Be prepared for the worst." Karen and her husband contacted a local cemetery about a burial plot. They had fixed up a special room in their home for the new baby - but now they found themselves having to plan for a funeral.

Michael, however, kept begging his parents to let him see his sister. "I want to sing to her," he kept saying. Weeks two in intensive care looked as of a funeral would come before the week was over. Michael kept nagging about singing to his sister, but kids are never allowed in Intensive Care. Karen made up her mind, though. She would take Michael whether they liked it or not! If he didn't see his sister right then, he may never see her alive. She dressed him in an oversized scrub suit and marched him into ICU.

He looked like a walking laundry basket. But the head nurse recognized him as a child and bellowed, "Get that kid out here now! No children are allowed."

The mother rose up strong in Karen, and the usually mild-mannered lady glared steel-eyed right into the head nurse's face, her lips a firm line. "He is not leaving until he sings to his sister!"

Karen towed Michael to his sister's bedside. He gazed at the tiny infant losing the battle to live. After a moment, he began to sing. In the pure-hearted voice of a 3-year-old, Michael sang: "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are gray -"

Instantly, the baby girl seemed to respond. The pulse rate began to calm down and become steady.

"Keep on singing, Michael," encouraged Karen with tears in her eyes.

"You never know, dear, how much I love you. Please don't take my sunshine away!"

As Michael sang to his sister, the baby's ragged, strained breathing became as smooth as a kitten's purr.

"Keep on singing, Sweetheart!"

"The other night, Dear, as I lay sleeping, I dreamed I held you in my arms..."

Michael's little sister began to relax as rest, healing rest, seemed to sweep over her.

"Keep on singing, Michael."

Tears had now conquered the face of the bossy head nurse. Karen glowed.

"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. Please don't take my sunshine away."

The next day, the very next day, the little girl was well enough to go home! Woman's Day magazine called it "The Miracle of a Brother's Song." The medical staff just called it a miracle. Karen called it a miracle of God's love!

Never give up on the people you love.

Love is so incredibly powerful.

Maharaj Charan Singh Ji


 
 
Maharaj Charan Singh Ji Grewal's Birthday
[12 Dec. 1916]

Maharaj Ji's words - "May your Love of the Form, culminate in the Love of the Formless" 

GENERAL-

Maharaj Charan Singh Ji (1916–1990) was the Fourth Sant Satguru from India. He became the fifth Satguru of Radha Soami Satsang Beas (RSSB) in 1951 following the death of Sardar Bahadur Jagat Singh, and served until his death at the age of 73. 

He was born in Moga district of Punjab, his father was Shri Harbans Singh Grewal, the youngest son of Baba Sawan Singh Ji. He had two brothers and four sisters. He was married to Harjeet Kaur Ji who was from a Royal Satsangi family of Pisawa, U.P. He has three kids, two sons, Jasbir and Ranbir Grewal and a daughter Nirmaljeet Kaur. 

He was a practicing Lawyer at Sirsa, Haryana. When his father died, he had to quit his profession and help in his family Farm business in Sirsa. 

His Satguru was Baba Sawan Singh Ji. His successor and the present Satguru is Baba Gurinder Singh Ji, headquartered at Dera Baba Jaimal Singh, Beas, Punjab, India.

He taught that, because of our attachment to the mind and body, we have lost sight of our true self. By using the ancient mystical practices of Sant Mat and Surat Shabd Yoga we could be aligned with our higher selves.

He travelled to many parts of India as well as rest of the world and spread Sant Mat there. 

He started the concept of the famous Seva known as 'Mitti ki Seva', which, was the levelling of the earth. It was started when the Beas river started changing its course towards the other side of Dera, as against earlier times when it flowed in front of the Foreign Guest House. When the ground for Langar became small to accomodate the growing size of the Sangat, he made another ground for Langar where now nearly about 50,000 people can have langar together. He also built the Dera colony and inspected every corner of Dera personally and got the houses, Sarais, etc made. He also was the one to make the Dera Boundary Wall, which, was not built earlier. 

He did a lot of charity work by organizing various blood donation camps, Annual Eye Camps at Dera where every year thousands of people used to get treatment for cataract and got operated and after treatment for free. He also opened charitable Hospitals where common man was treated as a VIP, 'Baba Sawan Singh Charitable Hospital' which, is located at the NH-1, Grand Trunk Road in 1980's, He also started another Hospital project for Sikanderpur, Haryana, which, was known as 'Maharaj Charan Singh Hospital' completed in 1999. 

Photography was his hobby, he loved his camera, he used to take photographs of nature, flowers, people and everything. He was also fond of travelling around the world. He used to love getting photographed with the Sangat and Sevadars. He also liked travelling with his family and close friends, his last trip was to Jaiselmer in 1990.

He gave Open Darshan to the Sangat and used to sit for the entire day wherever the Seva took place.

After his death in 1990, he was succeeded by his nephew, Satguru Baba Gurinder Singh Ji.

TALKING ABOUT BHANDARA-

Bhandara means free langar, where free food is served to everybody. Here every day is a Bhandara, nobody is charged for meals. Call them Bhandaras, call them monthly satsangs, it is same thing. They started from the Great Masters time because he used to be in service for probably 11 years after becoming the Master. Being still in service, He selected certain days and told satsangis and devotees, "I will be here in Dera on these days for the satsang so people may come to hear satsang." The rest of the time he was doing his job. The particular days when he would be in Dera - that was always the last Sunday of the month. In between, he might come if he got leave, but, on those particular days, he saw to it that he would be there. The sangat knew he would be there so they would gather from all the villages and cities to hear his discourses. So that is how the tradition started, and it continued after he retired from the government service, and it is being continued even today. People know that on these days I will definitly be here.

ABOUT GROWTH OF SANGAT-

You see, the seed of a banyan tree is very small. But, when the banyan tree grows, so many birds, so many animals, so many people, sit under the shade of the tree. But to begin with, the seed is very small. This foundation started with that hut that Baba Jaimal Singh Ji built here. Now you can see the hut, how it has expanded.

DARSHAN TO HILL PEOPLE-

A group of satsangis from the mountanious region of Kulu were given a group Darshan during their visit to Dera. As it was raining outside, the Guest House dining room was cleared and rugs were put down for them. When Huzur came into the room, everyone spontaneously started crying, it was one of those charged atmospheres which made your hair stand on end, so intense was their love and devotion. Some of them were permitted to approach Maharaj Ji to speak to him, but they could not say anything, they just cried and cried and cried.

DARSHAN AT THE LANGAR-

Every bhandara, as the crowds came into the Dera and ate the langar, Maharaj Ji made twice daily tours of the entire area. He would walk from his house and then go from section to section, ending in the hall where vast number fo chapattis were stacked. As he moved from one part of the langar to the next, he would stop for a few minutes in front of the groups of sevadars to give them darshan. The atmosphere would be so charged, only a heart of stone could fail to be moved.

MISSING HIS SATGURU-

Once during an evening meeting Huzur Maharaj Ji spoke most lovingly about his own Master, Maharaj Sawan Singh Ji. Tears welled up in his eyes as he recalled his relationship with the Beloved. "I would give my life to see him again in his human form." he said.

By this incident, the Master revealed to us that even though the Shabad Master is always with us in his spiritual form, as human beings it is only natural to feel great love for the physical form. On this coarse plane of material existance where the Shabad form is inaccessible to us, it is the physical Master who teaches us how to go within and get in touch with the Inner Master, he is the one who guides us with infinite love, patience and understanding. In fact, it is only because, of our love and trust in him that we are able to move forward and progress on the spiritual path.

But it was only after Huzur Maharaj Ji's sidden passing that we understood the pain and agony Huzur felt that evening. The shocking news of the unexpected departure on the first of June 1990 turned our whole world upside down, it may as well have been doomsday. How could he leave us orphaned and alone? We were inconsolable.

With the years gone by, as initiated of Huzur Maharaj Ji we still find ourselves in pain. Like Huzur, we too shed tears when we think of our Beloved, his beautiful radiant face - if only we could see him again.

Knowing well the grief we would go through, Huzur made sure that we would not be left alone. He left us a precious gift - his most loving discpile, the one who would take over the guidance and care of all his souls and continue his spiritual work on this earth.

It is often said that everything happens for a purpose and perhaps there was an important lesson learned from the passing of our Master - that our attachment to the physical was making us complacent towards our spiritual duty. Huzur often quotes Christ in the Bible "It is expedient for you that I go away.. when I leave you it will be in your interest." He explained again and again that the disciple must connect with the Shabad within, that without the physical form, the disciple would have no choice but to seek him within. In the end, the message is clear, that Meditation and more Meditation is the only way to see him again.

PHOTOGRAPHY - HIS GREATEST INTEREST -

In the last years of his life, with his travels limited by security constraints and his schedule leaving him so little time, he concentrated on photographing flowers. In particular, he loved and photographed roses and took slides of them in thousands. Once he was giving someone a slide show, someone asked him if that was really how they looked. He explained "First I dress them up in all their finery, and then I capture them in my lens." When his mother asked him why he took so many pictures of flowers, he told her, somewhat philosophically, "They dont ask anything of me - and they always smile."

LAST DAYS-

The first hint of the momentous event that was to come in 1990 was in the previous year when, Maharaj Ji fell ill. In April 1989, for the first time ever, he cancelled a scheduled satsang programme.

In March 1989, he had called together all his closest family members to join him on what was to be his last holiday with his family. He squeezed those days into his schedule, driving non-stop 10 hours journey back to Delhi to present himself to the overseas sangat who were awaiting him there since Punjab had not yet been opened to the foreigners. 

He released the book 'Treasure Beyond Measure" just weeks before he left. No book had been rushed through the press so quickly. Here, for the first time a book was released that revealed the private face of Maharaj Ji to the entire sangat. He took personal interest that every family member and friend read the book. It put the record straight and in the open about the difficulties a successor might face in his situation. Many who were close to Maharaj Ji could not understand at that time why he should choose to publish such a book. After 1 June 1990, it became eminetly clear.

When Maharaj Ji returned from the Delhi satsang in March 1990, it was observed that he did not appear interested in what was happening around him. When asked what the matter was, he replied "Nothing interests me and nothing holds me here, my work is done."

On 17 May 1990, he sent Madan Mehta, his close associate and friend in all his photographic activities, a roll of film wrapped in a note which read, "Madan, this is definitly the last, I have even taken out the cells from the camera. Thanks. Love, Charan Singh".

Maharaj Ji delivered his last satsang on 27 May 1990. That morning he felt cardiac pain, which later in the afternoon became quite severe. He didnt consult the Doctors lest they should ask him to cancel the satsang, which would have disappointed a huge gathering number over 300,000 people. All through 80 minutes of the satsang he took care to see that his voice, gestures and expressions would not betray the real state of his health. The entire satsang was delivered in his usual mellifiluous but forceful voice. To many, he looked usually radiant. This was the last occassion on which the sangat saw him, yet little did one realize that he decided to leave this world.

On 29 May 1990, he was not well enough to make his daily visit to his mother, on 30 May 1990, he requested that she be brought to him. He took her hand and placed it for some minutes upon his head, the blessings of a mother to her son, and took her leave. She never saw him again. He also called his other close family members and gave personal and specific guidance to each. He asked his son to bring some of his personal funds to his room, and then to each and everyone who had been employed in the household, he handed a gift of money. To Dr. Joshi, he gave a clock that was not working at that time. Ironically, the time showing on the clock was the exact time that Maharaj Ji left his mortal coil two days later. 

Unknown to the family, he called the Dera Secretary, Shri S.L. Sodhi and some other senior satsangis. What he said came as a terrible shock to them. He dictated his Will, appointing Sardar Gurinder Singh Dhillon from Moga, Punjab as his spiritual successor, entrusting him the power and authority to give satsangs and initiate seekers, and appointed him as the patron of Radha Soami Satsang Beas Society and Maharaj Jagat Singh Medical Relief Society, Beas. After the draft was complete, Maharaj Ji put on his reading glasses and went through it carefully.

On 31 May 1990, he commented to Dr. Joshi "This body is no longer fir for seva, so what is the point of keeping it?"

When, around mid day on 1 June 1990, he finally left his body, it was with the same simplicity that he had lived. He requested those attending him to help him lie down - he said he wanted rest. Once he was comfortable, he asked that they cover him with a sheet, turn out the light and leave the room. The moment they reached the adjoining room, the line on the heart monitor went flat and the alarms went off. Beloved, beautiful and wonderous being, he had left his physical body - he had merged with the Shabad.

His mortal frame was brought for darshan to the satsang compound and placed on a specially prepared reclining dias in front of the platform from where he had delivered satsangs for several decades. 

On 2 June 1990, in the early hours of morning, thousands filed past the bier - about 1,25,000 people reached the Dera to have a last look of their beloved Master. There he was beautiful, serene as ever, the magnificiant white beard, and same benign expression of tranquility on his face, and the familiar divine glow, which had won the hearts of friends and foes alike. It was the start of a new beginning, the light had merged, but another had been lit.

Consummate friend and inseparable, divine companion, he is both the life giving Shabad that sustains us, and he is the successor, with us still on the physical plane. Our Master is at all times giving us his immeasurable perfection. It is a great, good fortune to meet a perfect saint such as he in ones lifetime. When we view it from the standpoint of total existance, life after life and aeon upon aeon, such good fortune cannot be concieved. We can only marvel that any being can be so blessed.

HIS LAST WORDS IN HIS LAST SATSANG 
(27 May 1990)

Here are the Last Wordings of our beloved 'Maharaj Charan Singh Ji' when HE delivered His Last Satsang in Beas on 27th May 1990, these have been edited from the DVD of His Satsangs which we get but, are there in the Old Cassette which, we have at home.

After the Satsang was over, 'Maharaj Ji' took out a small paper from the pocket of His kurta and read it as follows:- 
"Sangat de agge binti hai badi khushi naal apne ghara nu jaao, agla Satsang 29 July nu hovega, jinnane vi aana hai badi khushi de naal aa sakde han, Radha Soami".

Books written by Maharaj Ji - 

1. Die to live
2. Heaven on Earth
3. Divine Light
4. Quest for light
5. Light on Sant Mat
6. Light on Saint John
7. Light on Saint Mathew
8. Spiritual Discourses
9. The Path
10. The Master Answers
11. Thus Saith the Master
12. Teasure beyond measure.

Books about Maharaj Ji-

1. With a living Master
2. Legacy of love
3. Labour of love
4. Love in action
5. Where Masters Walk

“HURT NEVER! LOVE EVER!”


Once Ram used to get angry and irritated often for even silly things.  Due to anger and irritation he used to scold others, and disrespect them.  His father, one day, decided to teach him a lesson, of course, in a different way.  He called Ram and gave him a box of nails and said each time Ram gets angry and irritated, he should fix a nail in their garden.  First day, he fixed 15 nails in the garden since he had hurt others 15 times.  Second day it was around 12 nails.  Gradually it got reduced to NIL.  Ram came to his father and told him that he did not fix any nail on that particular day.  Ram’s father gave him a pat and said, “Good! This shows that you have developed a good control of mind. Now for each day when you don’t become angry you pull out the nail which you have fixed in the garden and tell me when you have removed all the nails”.  Ram also did the same way and reported to his father when he had no nails in the garden to be
removed.  Ram’s father asked Ram to take him to the place to get ensured that he had removed all nails.  Ram’s father said, “Well, Ram you’ve removed all the nails from the Garden.  But the garden is not the same as it was before. Now you’ve left big holes in all the places where you’d fixed the nails.  Now tell me, how you can restore the garden to its original condition”.  For this, Ram was not able to answer and he felt very very guilty.  Ram’s father said, “Dear Child, whenever you get angry and irritated, you hurt and insult others.  Though you might feel bad and say sorry to them, you would have already made an impression in those hearts, which you can never make right how much ever good things you may try to do for them later.  So, from now on, try, not to hurt others and start sharing only your love always with others.”

        Ram learnt a very big lesson that day and from then on he follows the rule “HURT NEVER! LOVE EVER!”

Dil Loche Maahi Yaar Nu


Dil Loche Maahi Yaar Nu

I long for my beloved.

One speaks, laughing in delight,
Another weeps, sobs, dies.
Tell the beautiful, blossoming springtime,
I long for my beloved.

My ablutions have gone to waste,
His heart is hard.
Might as well burn my jewels and adornments!
I long for my beloved.

I have driven messengers crazy,
Encased myself in sorrow.
Come home, dear one, let me see you.
I long for my beloved.

Says Bulla, when my lord comes home.
I will clasp him, my Ranjha, in a tight embrace!
All sorrows flown across the ocean.
I long for my beloved.

Old Man


An old man lived alone in Minnesota. He wanted to spade his potato garden, but it was very hard work.
His only son, who would have helped him, was in prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and mentioned his situation:

Dear Son,

I am feeling pretty bad because it looks like I won't be able to plant my potato garden this year. I hate to
miss doing the garden, because your mother always loved planting time. I'm just getting too old to be
digging up a garden plot. If you were here, all my troubles would be over. I know you would dig the plot
for me, if you weren't in prison.

With Love,
Dad

Shortly, the old man received this telegram:
"For Heaven's sake, Dad, don't dig up the garden!! That's where I buried the **** !!!!!!!!!!!"
At 4 a.m. the next morning, a dozen FBI agents and local police officers showed up and dug up the entire
garden without finding any ****.

Confused, the old man wrote another note to his son telling him what happened, and asked him what to do
next.

His son's reply was: "Go ahead and plant your potatoes, Dad... It's the best I could do for you from here."

NO MATTER WHERE YOU ARE IN THE WORLD, IF YOU HAVE DECIDED TO DO SOMETHING DEEP FROM YOUR HEART YOU CAN DO IT FOR YOUR LOVED ONES. IT IS THE THOUGHT!!

Golden Box


The story goes that some time ago a mother punished her 5 year old daughter for wasting a roll of expensive gold wrapping paper. Money was tight and she became even more upset when the child used the gold paper to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree.

Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift box to her mother the next morning and said, "This is for you, Mamma."

The mother was embarrassed by her earlier over reaction, but her anger flared again when she opened the box and found it was empty.

She spoke to her daughter in a harsh manner. "Don't you know, young lady, when you give someone a present there's supposed to be something inside the package?"

The little daughter had tears in her eyes and said, "Oh, Momma, it's not empty! I blew kisses into it until it was full."

The mother was crushed. She fell on her knees and put her arms around her little girl, and she begged her forgiveness for her thoughtless anger.

An accident took the life of the child only a short time later, and it is told that the mother kept that gold box by her bed for all the years of her life. Whenever she was discouraged or faced difficult problems, she would open the box and take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there.

In a very real sense, each of us, as human beings, has been given a golden box filled with unconditional love and kisses from our children, family, friends and GOD. There is no more precious possession anyone could hold.