<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520</id><updated>2012-01-19T22:34:04.925-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baba Neeb Karori</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>368</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-972261285637308254</id><published>2007-01-31T17:59:00.144-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T22:34:04.949-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Rx49aGEMfEI/AAAAAAAABWU/ASWk1frgGpw/s1600-h/113%2520%2520-%2520BRCD1%2520RT.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Rx49aGEMfEI/AAAAAAAABWU/ASWk1frgGpw/s400/113%2520%2520-%2520BRCD1%2520RT.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124600944508304450"style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Preface&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sri Baba Neeb Karori Maharaj appeared to be an ordinary human, but he was actually divinity incarnate. He inspired people in unseen, intangible ways. No one could predict his behavior. His actions revealed an all-knowing, all-pervading, and all-powerful being who had nature itself under his command. Our rational minds made it difficult to accept such power in a human being, but Baba's divine love melted away our natural scepticism and submerged us in grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The accounts of Baba's lila, or his divine play, described in the main body of this book are devotees' personal experiences of Baba. Since he was averse to public acclaim, the accounts remained verbal during his lifetime and for some time after he left his physical body. Devotees rarely shared their experiences with people they did not know, and no one could gather the courage to keep a record of Baba's lila while they were with him. The renowned thinker and writer K.M. Munshi was impressed after meeting Baba and published an article on him, but he faced Baba's disapproval for his actions. The late Raja Bhadri, former lieutenant governor of Himachal Pradesh, made a great effort to collect many of Baba's lila, but when he sought Baba's consent to get them published, Baba not only refused but had the entire collection destroyed in his presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1971 Baba's American devotee Ram Dass (Dr. Richard Alpert), former professor of psychology at Harvard University, was successful in narrating the powerful effect of Baba's influence on him in his book &lt;i&gt;Be Here Now&lt;/i&gt;. In 1979, six years after Baba left his body, Ram Dass published another book entitled &lt;i&gt;Miracle of Love&lt;/i&gt;. It was through this book that more of the western world came to know about Maharaj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others have also written about Baba in English, but there is a lack of literature about him in the Hindi language. Prabhu Dayal Sharma composed two beautiful poems in Hindi, &lt;i&gt;Vinaya Chalisa&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Pushpanjali&lt;/i&gt;, and after 1973 Vrindavan Ashram started publishing &lt;i&gt;Smriti Sudha&lt;/i&gt;, an annual magazine in which devotees write about their experiences of Baba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In preparation for writing this book, personal interviews were conducted with people from man nations, and all the literature available on Baba was researched. Every effort was made to give information about the people related to the events included except where individuals wished to remain anonymous. Enquiries were made to verify the authenticity of the accounts, and care was taken to reproduce them without exaggeration. In addition to incidents that took place before 1973, peoples' experiences of Baba after his Mahasamadhi are also described.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The accounts have been arranged according to their context and reflection of divine attributes rather than chronologically, for some people related their experiences based on the lasting impression they made rather than the exact date the event occurred. Since the attributes are interdependent, some experiences may reflect more than one. The word "राम" (pronounced Raam) closes every chapter because the name of Lord Ram was most dear to Maharaj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baba's mystical lila inspires us to discover the essence of truth and often brings about a spontaneous change in our perception of this world. His divine ways are so exceedingly impressive and attractive that contemplation of them encourages us to seek improvement of the inner self. As a consequence of this inner cleansing, people start experiencing Baba's grace and sometimes see him in dreams as well as in waking reality. Thus, by thoroughly contemplating and reflecting on his character and divine lila, it is natural that there will be changes in the thoughts and tendencies of aspirants. To facilitate this transformation is the purpose of this book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the opportunity to meet Baba for the first time in 1944 in Lucknow. After 1953 my association with him increased, and I was blessed to be with Baba in Kainchi Ashram for some time every year from 1966 to 1973. In this way I became more and more in touch with his devotees and their wonderful experiences of Baba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bow to the revered feet of Sri Siddhi Ma, who inspired me to write this book, and with whose blessings this great task has been completed. I also express my sincere gratitude to everyone who shared their experiences and encouraged me, especially Shri Kehar Singh ji, who contributed so much from his many years of close association with Baba. I am also grateful to the Hanuman Foundation, U.S.A., for making several photographs of Baba available for publication in this book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I acknowledge that I have neither the intelligence nor the capability to describe the greatness of Baba and so beg pardon of the reader for my inadequacies. Baba concealed his true nature, but by his grace, I present to the reader the little I knew and saw. I publish this book with a selfless prayer for the welfare of all humankind. If in the accomplishment of this task I have inadvertently hurt the feelings of anyone, I humbly seek their pardon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end I submit the book to Sri Kainchi Hanuman Mandir and Trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ravi Prakash Pande "Rajida"&lt;br /&gt;Sri Kainchi Hanuman Mandir &amp; Ashram&lt;br /&gt;Kainchi, District Nainital&lt;br /&gt;Guru Purnima, 11 July 1987&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RzrVkFjVxLI/AAAAAAAABxE/jY2IMslKO0c/s1600-h/0103s.JPG"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RzrVkFjVxLI/AAAAAAAABxE/jY2IMslKO0c/s400/0103s.JPG"&amp;autoplay=1 border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132649541284512946"style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;An Entreaty For Grace&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O Haven of the shelterless, you are the compassionate one, the embodiment of grace, the forgiver. Some know you by the name of Lakshman Das, some as Neeb Karori (Neem Karoli), and a few others as Talaiyya Baba (baba of the lake). Some address you as Maharaj (great king), some as Sarkar (lord), and some as Baba (beloved elder). Baba is dearest to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maharaj, for me, you are Ram, you are Krishna, you are Shiva, you are Goddess Durga, you are Hanuman. Your devotees were close to you, but you used your grace and humility as a curtain to hide your divinity. In childlike innocence, we did not realise that God had come to us as our guru. You said, "I make devotees, not disciples." This was enough to alert us, but we did not wake up. O God incarnate! Protect the bond between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baba! It is your nature to elevate the lowly and make them worthy. You fulfil even the simplest wishes of your devotees. This servant of yours has nurtured a yearning. Knowing the innermost thoughts of all, it is not hidden from you. O Lord! I have a keen desire to spread the story of your divine play, but I feel quite incompetent for the great task. Efforts to describe God all end by saying neti, neti (not this, not this), yet one cannot help praising his glory. Similarly, words have not the power to express your divinity, for there is no end to you or your divine play. Any effort to express who you are is like trying to drain an ocean with cupped hands. No matter how much is said or how much is written, one cannot be satisfied with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am aware of my own lack of capability on one hand and a lack of adequate knowledge of language, literature, and style on the other. Under these circumstances it does not seem possible to safely carry the nectar of your divine life to others. In the evening of my life, as unskilled a sailor as I am, it is my audacity to get into the tumultuous ocean in a worn-out boat with timeworn oars. Yet leaning upon your supernatural powers, may I persist in this stupendous task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Krishna! You made it seem as if your play in this human body was over. Your "disappearance" was a divine act in itself. Your compassion is still alive and giving support to those seeking your grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Lord! May I know if your divine nature need still be concealed? If not, kindly be seated in the heart of this servant of yours, enlighten his wisdom, and gratify him by making his pen write. You alone can make an impossible task possible. By your grace all hurdles will be removed, and this work will be completed. O Ocean of kindness! I await the shower of your loving grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These flowers are offered with love and placed at your feet with care. Please accept them, O Beloved Gurudev.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humbly I bow at your feet,&lt;br /&gt;Ravi Prakash Pande "Rajida"&lt;br /&gt;Sri Kainchi Hanuman Mandir &amp; Ashram, Nainital&lt;br /&gt;Bhadra-Shukla, Anant Chaturdashi&lt;br /&gt;21 September 1983&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 244px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xV3DhGZPFf0/TLcDINdOB5I/AAAAAAAAAqM/9KWO1lstzgY/s400/Maharajji.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527890507206625170" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Introduction&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sri Baba Neeb Karori Maharaj was born in a well-to-do Brahmin family from the village of Akbarpur in District Agra and was known by the name Laxmi Narian. He exhibited spiritual powers from birth, and though he did not show an inclination for study as a child, he seemed to know everything. One night he told his family that there would be burglars in the house. Taking it to be a child's imagination, no one heeded his warning, but his words turned out to be true. Burglars broke into the house the same night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the tender age of eleven, Baba left his home and went to Gujarat, where he lived for seven years. He stayed in the ashram of a Vaishnav (a worshipper of Lord Vishnu) saint who gave him the name Lakshman Das and made him wear the clothes of an ascetic. His hair grew long and matted, and he wore a loincloth tied around his waist with a rope made of reed. His sole possession was a kamandal (a pot made out of a gourd). He also stayed for some time at an ashram in Babania, a village outside the town of Morvi. There he practiced spiritual austerities, which included immersing himself in a lake for long periods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Babania, Baba set off on a journey around the country. While traveling, he arrived at the village of Neeb Karori, in the district of Farrukhabad, and stopped to take some rest. Baba's speech was divine, and although he had little contact with the villagers, whatever he told them came true. They became attached to him and beseeched him to stay. They built an underground cave for him in which he immersed himself in spiritual practice all day. No one saw him coming out even to attend the call of nature. He came out only in the darkness of night. Later the cave gave in, and a new cave (which still exists) was dug out about two hundred meters from the old one, on a neglected piece of land owned by a Brahmin named Goverdhan. Baba had a Hanuman temple built on the roof of this cave, and on the day of consecration he shaved his long, matted hair and started wearing a long, cotton dhoti (length of cotton fabric) instead of the loincloth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After moving into the new cave, Baba started interacting more with the villagers. He developed a friendly association with the younger people of his age group and often participated in their sports. He mingled with them so freely that it was not possible for them to be over-awed by the peculiarities of his astonishing deeds. While playing hide-and-seek, he was able to locate any one of them instantly, wherever they might be hidden in the forest, but when his turn came, he became invisible and was not to be found anywhere. While climbing trees in the forest, his pursuers would follow him up one tree only to reach the top and see him sitting on another. No one saw him leaping from tree to tree. While swimming in the village pond, Baba would disappear under the water and come out after a long time. It was all a matter of amazement and fun for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this period a poor bird catcher named Gopal became Baba's ardent devotee and came to attend to him every day. One day, forgetting Baba's instructions not to enter his cave, Gopal made the mistake of going in with a pot of milk that he had brought for him. He found Baba in deep meditation with serpents wrapped around his body. He was so horrified to see Baba in his Shiva-like form that his legs gave way and the pot of milk slipped from his hands. He ran outside and fainted. Baba came out and lifted him up saying, "You should not have entered the cave without permission." It was by Baba's touch alone that Gopal regained consciousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One time Baba did not get food for several days. This was more of his lila. The villagers said that he appeared agitated. He shouted at the holy image of Hanuman (an incarnation of Shiva and beloved devotee of Lord Ram, he is the reliever of suffering, the embodiment of blessings, and a bridge between people and God), "Will you starve me to death?" No sooner did he say these words than several people came to the temple with plates full of fruits and sweets. Showing disrespect to the deity was an incomprehensible act, but the villagers believed that Maharaj could do such a thing because he was not a devotee of Hanuman but Hanuman himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day Baba was on his way to the Ganges, where he used to bathe on the auspicious days of Ekadashi and Purnima. He was walking with his devotee Gopal and a Muslim companion when he saw a train traveling towards Farrukhabad on which he wished to travel. The moving train, which was about two hundred meters away, suddenly stopped and did not move further until Baba and his attendants boarded. As soon as Baba sat down, the train continued its journey. Later on, at the request of villagers who wished to keep the memory of the event alive, the government of India set up a railway station at the place where Baba boarded and named it Baba Lakshman Das Puri station after Baba. (Baba was called Baba Lakshman Das by the villagers of Neeb Karori.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RumpvGRr8fI/AAAAAAAABLE/sWEl6Q1pVMs/s1600-h/baba_lakshaman_das_puri.JPG"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RumpvGRr8fI/AAAAAAAABLE/sWEl6Q1pVMs/s400/baba_lakshaman_das_puri.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109801878832280050"style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another occasion Baba went to Farrukhabad from Neeb Karori in the first-class compartment of a train. Seeing his sadhu-like appearance, an Anglo-Indian conductor told him to get off the train at the next station. Baba got down and took a seat on the platform. Despite all efforts of the station staff, the train did not move; its departure was delayed for two hours. The conductor could not explain the problem since no mechanical defect was found. In fact, the engine was running, but the wheels would not turn. All the compartments of the train were checked thoroughly and no fault was found anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the authorities were deliberating over the problem, some railway employees asked Baba in jest to make the train move. Baba said, "I am turned out of the train and you are asking me to let it go!" An employee replied, "Perhaps you had no ticket." At this, Baba showed them several genuine first-class tickets. Amazed, they begged him to re-board the train and let it move. Baba willed it to be so, and the train moved instantly. From then on Baba Lakshman Das became famous as Baba Neeb Karori, the baba from Neeb Karori village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1935 a rich man came to Neeb Karori and offered Baba a silver plate full of gold coins in the presence of Goverdhan and some other Brahmins. Baba did not accept the offering. His rejection of it antagonized the Brahmins, for they had wanted Baba to give them the money. Later another rich man came to Neeb Karori bringing thirty cans of ghee (clarified butter) for the forthcoming yagna (fire ceremony) on the full-moon day. Baba was in Farrukhabad at the time, taking a bath in the Ganges. In his absence the Brahmins spoke to the rich man in a derogatory way about Baba and persuaded him to go away with his cans of ghee. Baba could see all that was happening at Neeb Karori from Farrukhabad, and on his return he reprimanded the Brahmins and gave up the idea of performing the annual yagna. One day shortly thereafter, he left the village. He had lived there for eighteen years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After leaving Neeb Karori, Baba lived for some time on the bank of the Ganges at Kilaghat in Fatehgarh. There he associated with the local people and even reared some cows. To the amusement of his devotees, the cows obeyed Baba's commands. During his stay he gave his blessings and darshan to many soldiers. He also changed the heart of Colonel J.C. McKenna, his first western devotee, who had been averse to Indian saints and monks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After leaving Kilaghat, Baba wandered from place to place. Nothing can be said for certain about where he went and what he did during this time. There was, however, a steady growth of reverence for him among people in the towns of Bareilly, Haldwani, Almora, Nainital, Kanpur, Lucknow, Vrindavan, and Allahabad, and also in Delhi, Shimla, and even Madras (Chennai), a far-off city in the South.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without any publicity, urban and rural Indians of all ages, castes, and classes, as well as people from the West became Baba's devotees. Hindus, Muslims, Sikhs, Christians, and even atheists were drawn to him. V.V. Giri, former president of India; Gopal Swarup Pathak, former vice president; Justice Vasudev Mukherjee; Jugal Kishore Birla, the famous industrialist; Sumitra Nandan Pant, the poet; former prime minister Jawahar Lal Nehru, and many other well-known and distinguished persons had Baba's darshan and showed great respect for him.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the 1940s Baba began spending more time in Nainital. A great many of the town's inhabitants became devoted to him. If they saw Baba going anywhere, they would leave their business or chores and like carefree beings, follow him wherever he went. There was an inexplicable bliss in the households that Baba visited. No effort was needed to find out where he was in the town at any particular moment because his presence could be felt by the spirit of joy and festivity pervading that place. He would occasionally stay in the houses of his devotees, but he spent much of his time on the secluded Manora hillside, about two kilometers outside of the town. Sometimes he would pass the nights on the roadside parapets, and householder devotees accustomed to domestic comforts would remain awake with him all night, night after night, and still attend to their usual routine during the day. Instead of feeling fatigued, they felt a new spirit of energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the early 1950s Baba had his first temple, which he named Hanumangarh, constructed on the Manora hillside. Over the next two decades he also had temples, and in some places ashrams, constructed in Bhumiadhar, Kainchi, Kakrighat, Kanpur, Lucknow, Vrindavan, Shimla, Delhi, and other places. Baba valued the temples and ashrams, but he had no desire or attachment for them. As soon as each temple was completed, he would turn its management over to a trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of the social limitations faced by women in India, Baba made special facilities available to them in the ashrams. Consequently the women devotees adored Baba as their guru, father, brother, or son, according to their feelings. They participated in all the activities of the ashrams and contributed greatly to the spirit of service that Maharaj encouraged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many visitors were fed every day in Baba's ashrams and given packets of prasad (blessed food) to carry home for their families. The visiting ascetics were offered money and blankets as well as food. Baba would say, "If you do not empty the stock, how can it be replenished?" Just as the sun never sees darkness, Baba never faced a shortage of anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the 1950s until his Mahasamadhi, Baba visited the temples and ashrams but never stayed in one place for long. Wherever he stayed, he lived simply and was always concerned with the welfare of others. Like a benevolent father, he shed his grace on all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He nurtured the concept of Vasudhaiv kutumbakam (the world as one family) and would say that love binds all together. His blood relations, along with countless others, merged within this worldwide family. Devotees only learned about Baba's relatives when his last rites were performed. Baba said, "The whole universe is our home and all residing in it belong to our family. Every woman is a mother or sister and every man a father or brother. This is all God's family. You can do service of the highest order only if your thoughts are centered on God. Instead of trying to see God in a particular appearance, it is better to see him in everything."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 11 September 1973 Maharaj ji left his physical body. Much remains a mystery about him and his lila before and after this date. K.M. Munshi, former governor of Uttar Pradesh, wrote, "Nobody knows where he came from or where he went away to, nor is his original name known to anyone." What we know about him is only by his grace. He is a perfect example of how the eternal power assumes human form and dwells for a time amidst the masses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a name="babas-divine-nature"&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Rz33qylu-UI/AAAAAAAACBg/f13OzT8d4l8/s1600-h/Baba_New_2%252520PP.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Rz33qylu-UI/AAAAAAAACBg/f13OzT8d4l8/s400/Baba_New_2%252520PP.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133531464778840386" style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Baba's Divine Nature&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sri Baba Neeb Karori Maharaj was the very embodiment of grace and compassion. He showered affection, fed people, and made them laugh. He loved everyone without discrimination and could not bear to see anyone in distress. He was so affable that each of his devotees felt that Baba had special affection for them and believed him to be their very own. Even simple words spoken by him always brought good, just as seeds, in whatever way they are sown, always sprout upright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was like a kapataru (a celestial wish-fulfilling tree) in satisfying the beneficial wishes of people. Baba would often call strangers by name and relieve them of their suffering by advising them suitably. He would cure the diseases of people without their knowledge. He alleviated afflictions—whether physical, spiritual, or mundane—with a mere glance or touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people call Baba the greatest ascetic, some the supreme saint. One devotee said that Baba appeared according to one's thoughts or as a reflection of one's own feelings—often as a beloved family member or as a revered teacher. Baba came to one man in the form of Sri Ram, to another in the form of Goddess Durga. Many believed him to be an incarnation of the all-powerful Hanuman. Swami Karpatri Maharaj said, "In Kali-yuga, many learned saints have come into the world, but none is so enlightened as Baba Neeb Karori." Swami Chidananda, the president of the Divine Life Society and Sri Shivananda ashram, called him "a wonder mystic of Northern India." Baba himself said, "If people got to know the truth about me, they would even pinch off the hair on my body and make talismans."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baba, however, kept his divinity concealed. The villages of Akbarpur and Neeb Karori in Uttar Pradesh were the fields of his lila for more than half a century. Nevertheless, the inhabitants of his native Akbarpur were not aware that their own Laxmi Narain Sharma was known elsewhere as Baba Neeb Karori or Baba Lakshman Das. Nor did the residents of Neeb Karori know that the baba who became famous all over the world by the name of their village was none other than their own Baba Lakshman Das.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baba's unassuming appearance caused common people as well as spiritual aspirants of a high order to mistake him for a prosperous Indian householder. He made no pretensions about being a saint in order to gain respect. He did not mark his forehead or wear a string of beads around his neck, nor did he wear the saffron clothing of a sadhu. Instead, he wore a white dhoti and a blanket. In his own ashrams, if a stranger asked him where they could find Baba, he usually replied, "There is no baba here. Go and have darshan before the murti of Hanuman."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baba often created a misleading impression of himself and bewildered people in order to divert their attention. Many say he exhibited human weaknesses to this end. Baba credited other people with his own extraordinary deeds, and if any of his devotees tried to speak highly of him in public or look for more details about him, he did not allow them to stay in his company for long. Baba disdained the fawning ways used to show esteem for him, though sometimes he would accept ritual adoration (puja) when it was offered with true love and simplicity. Outwardly, however, he would still be busy talking or lost in thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The opinions of others, whether favorable or unfavorable, did not affect Baba. He would unhesitatingly act contrary to expectation and at times even in ways that seemed humiliating in the eyes of the world. His reasons were generally incomprehensible, yet he appealed to people so much that he always remained the object of their reverence and affection. His paradoxical actions could often be explained by the fact that Baba, like other saints, made use of the subtle, unseen forces of the universe. In this way rational logic could not be applied to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RzkZe_KS32I/AAAAAAAABmk/GMqnYyXlec4/s1600-h/M-05-0287.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RzkZe_KS32I/AAAAAAAABmk/GMqnYyXlec4/s400/M-05-0287.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132161270506774370" style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swami Ramanand said that Baba's state of consciousness determined his behavior. When Baba appeared to be asleep, it would be just as likely for him to be in a state of bliss or on another plane. More often Baba appeared restless. Even while sitting or lying down, he was rarely still. Baba's apparent mobility was often attributed to the numerous benevolent works he was doing elsewhere unnoticed. Even Baba's physical form would sometimes reflect his inner state. The photographs in which Baba's hand looks like a monkey's paw suggest his absorption in the contemplation of Hanuman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baba never got tired of moving about day or night. He would often joyfully pass the nights in solitary places, on parapet walls by the roadside, or in jungles. Sometimes he roamed about without food. Sometimes, even after eating meals in the many homes he was invited to, he would say he was hungry and ask for more food. [It is believed that Baba was taking on negative karma by eating at people's homes, thus saving them from adverse effects.] At other times a piece of dry bread from a pious soul satisfied him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swami Rama ('Living With the Himalayan Masters') said that Baba was beyond the physical awareness of his own self and so his behavior appeared childlike. He would occasionally forget to eat or to take his bath. His attendants would remind Baba, and then he would perform the daily chores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes Baba would be smiling at jokes and those around him would be laughing. In an instant he would change the mood and people would start weeping. At times a few lines from the Ramayana (the epic depicting Lord Ram's incarnation on earth), a recollection of Christ, or even an ordinary conversation would touch his heart, and his own tears would flow profusely. Even his picture was seen to shed tears when someone wept before it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baba led such a simple life that there was nothing one could give him. He did not accept money from foreigners and discouraged others from doing so, but he would honor and accept humble offerings from the poor. He had a natural affinity for the destitute and disadvantaged and would walk into their homes uninvited and ask for food. He often said, "Everyone is poor before God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time Baba encouraged charity, generosity, and sacrifice and exhorted the rich to spend money on the construction of temples and ashrams, on bhandaras (public feedings), and for the welfare of others. On occasion he would put a devotee to the test by asking them for something that they were very attached to or felt unable to part with. This again was his lila. He told people that generosity was a result of good deeds performed in a previous birth and said, "To give or sacrifice for another at the cost of hardship to yourself is very difficult. Such acts can only be performed because of sanskaras (predispositions or positive tendencies) of previous births."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baba's nature to forgive was unparalleled. He did not look down on anyone for their evil deeds or for exhibiting human weaknesses such as desire, anger, pride, ignorance, or avarice. It is said in the Ramayana that if God took heed of all of man's deeds, his redemption would become unthinkable. Even though Baba knew everything, he accepted everyone as they were. Indeed, he would become unhappy if someone mistreated a person who had committed an offense. Once, Baba ignored the traffic rules at a crossing and was verbally abused and manhandled by the police officer on duty. Baba did not mind, but someone else reported the incident to a higher authority. When the police officer was called to task, Baba himself went to plead for the man and saved him from punishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RzhRafKS3cI/AAAAAAAABi4/9UgV7mNJjBk/s1600-h/BROR0004.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RzhRafKS3cI/AAAAAAAABi4/9UgV7mNJjBk/s400/BROR0004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131941290871807426"style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were times when Baba made a show of anger—scolding and shouting. His Shiva-like wrath was not easy to cope with. He did not hesitate to use a stream of course swear words, and sometimes he would even strike out with his hand or foot. The person who was the object of his fury, as well as anyone witnessing it, was shaken at these moments. Strangely enough, immediately after such incidents, Baba would appear very calm and kind-hearted, as if nothing had happened. Eventually it was seen that his anger averted the misfortunes of people and acted as a blessing in disguise. Even knowing that his anger was never real, none dared to take it lightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one knew how or on whom Baba's grace would fall. Even though people generally go to the hermitages of saints and sages to have their darshan like a thirsty man goes to a well, Baba would visit the houses of his devotees and often bless them by eating food prepared by them. He would extend this type of blessing to anyone and eat vegetarian food without the slightest hesitation at the houses of Hindus, Muslims, Sikhs, or Christians. He often brought other devotees along with him and expected them to be fed as well. Even when he arrived unexpectedly, there would always be plenty. By his grace the quantity of food would increase to the appropriate amount and save the hosts from embarrassment. Prosperity, peace, and contentment filled the house wherever he took a meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While staying at the homes of his devotees, Baba would sit among them like the head of the family, take interest in and listen to their day-to-day problems, give his opinion, and help them. Many families asked Baba for advice on matrimonial alliances, and at times he would name a suitable bride or groom. Whenever Baba suggested an alliance, it was bound to take place whether it was agreed to at the time or not. Having expressed his view in respect to marriage, Baba would indirectly get it performed in a satisfactory manner and thus relieve the family members of their anxiety. Certain people did not think it proper for a saint to be interested in the worldly activities of householders, but these thinkers betrayed their ignorance of Baba's divine nature. It is said in the Ramayana that the illustrious saints are moved by the sufferings of others. Baba was benevolence itself, and so it was natural for him to shower his grace in so many forms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to visiting his householder devotees, Baba would also go to the hermitages and caves of spiritual aspirants (sadhaks) and grace them by his presence. Real sadhaks could not remain hidden from Baba. He always helped them, directly or indirectly, in their spiritual practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike some sadhus who do not tolerate children or consider them worthy company, Baba, having a childlike temperament himself, loved their company and always fed them his nectar-like prasad. He ignored their pranks and sometimes playfully encouraged them by giving preference to their wishes. Baba's only expectation from children and young people was that they respect their parents and teachers, which he insisted they demonstrate by bowing and putting their heads at the elders' feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He used to quote examples of how one man carried his mother on his shoulders for a bath in the Ganges, or of one who ate only after he had offered food to his parents. Those who showed such devotion to their parents were dear to Maharaj. In one context he said, "It is not necessary to seek God so long as the parents are alive. The worship of living parents is difficult, but it is the best sadhana (spiritual practice)&lt;strong&gt;."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baba would bring people to a higher state of awareness just through normal conversation. Sometimes he kept people so absorbed all through the night that they were surprised to see the approach of dawn. During discussions on spirituality, whatever he uttered touched the heart and had the effect of a great mantra, or devotional incantation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "All religions are basically the same and they all lead to God. All human beings are equal. The blood that circulates in the body through the heart is the same in all." He went to Mecca at the request of Indian Ambassador Shri Kidwai, to church at the request of the American devotees, and accompanied Sikhs and others to temples. Baba, who was initiated as a Vaishnav, appreciated whoever followed their religion conscientiously and respected all religions alike, but he himself was not constrained by any. In making the rituals less cumbersome, he would disregard the precepts of the scriptures when appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Rz3-NSlu-VI/AAAAAAAACBo/8isQR4FvfcU/s1600-h/90213.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Rz3-NSlu-VI/AAAAAAAACBo/8isQR4FvfcU/s400/90213.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133538654554093906" style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baba encouraged the devotees to recite the Hanuman Chalisa (a forty-verse prayer in praise of Hanuman) and the Sundarkand (the chapter in the Ramayana that describes Hanuman's exploits). He also guided them in the prayers and annual religious functions at the ashram. Yet he himself would not participate in them and kept aloof from formal ceremonies such as the consecration of temples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He would tell people, "God resides within every heart." Sometimes he said that food is God. About God's darshan, he said, "God exists in all aspects of nature, his creation. He is everywhere so is never out of our sight. The fault is ours if we are not able to see him or do not earnestly try to see him. We must not limit our vision. The narrow tendencies of the mind keep us so entangled in mundane activities that we are not aware of him. Our impure thoughts prevent us from achieving peace of mind and divine love." He often said that love is the best means for God-realization and would repeat again and again, "There is nothing dearer to Ram than love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baba was continuously uttering "Ram, Ram" or sometimes "Radha, Radha" (names of God). Even while talking, he could be seen moving his thumb continuously around his finger, as if repeating a mantra. At times he became so engrossed that he appeared to be lost in himself. His devotion was sublime. He often said, "Ram's form left this world, Krishna's form left this world, but the name stays. By reciting his name everything is achieved," and shaking his head, he reiterated, "Everything is achieved."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone asked, "Isn't it hypocritical to worship God when you are not sincere in your devotion?" Baba answered, "If you can't do it with true feeling and you don't want to otherwise, what will you do then? Something is better than nothing. To begin with, one may not be entirely sincere, but in due course of time, the thoughts get purified and the honesty of intention comes by itself. Can anyone have the vision of God with naked eyes? One must have divine sight to visualize him and a person only gets it after the purification of thoughts. For this, a pious life, bhajan, and spiritual practice are essential. Go on reciting Ram and one day the true call for Ram will come out and you will be redeemed." According to Baba, one true recitation of the name of Ram from the heart was equal to countless recitations otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He would also say, "Go on worshipping God in thought, word, and action. Then you will be able to perform nishkama karma (deeds performed without any attachment or desire). The ability of nishkama karma can be achieved only by his grace and cannot be acquired by any other means. None can claim a right to his grace. It is up to him to give it, to refuse it, or to take it away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baba would say that attachment and ego are the greatest hindrances to the realization of God and that "a learned man and a fool are alike as long as there is attachment and ego in the physical body." He would advise people to surrender to God's will above everything else so that they might develop love and faith in him and thereby be free of unnecessary worries in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To strengthen people's faith, he would repeat the lines, "O Lord of the Helpless! The strings of my destiny are in they hand." And, "Like a fish in deep water, everyone is secure and happy under the protection of God." He would tell people that prayers made in front of his photographs were answered by him. He also said, "Have trust in God and the most difficult tasks become easy. For success, hard work alone is not enough, God's grace is essential."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baba was surrounded by people all the time and mingled with them freely, but like the wind he touched everyone and remained unaffected. He listened to and inspired people, sometimes giving guidance in dreams. He existed on many different planes. He would quote Kabir saying, "Of this world I am, desirous of the world I am not, passing through the bazaar I am, the buyer I am not." In some ways Baba remained like an open book that everyone could read, but few had the capability of understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In truth, Baba cannot be fathomed. He was transcendent, all pervading, and beyond duality. His physical form performed many miraculous deeds, but the real miracle was the love and concern for human welfare implicit within them. To the seeker, Baba showed possibilities in human life that were beyond imagination. To the man of action, he showed the path of righteousness. To his devotees, Baba gave a glimpse of God in human form.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a name="babas-durbar"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RxSzdGEMecI/AAAAAAAABQ0/zWRx-g8bvV4/s1600-h/Young%2520maharaj%2520at%2520Bandhara.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RxSzdGEMecI/AAAAAAAABQ0/zWRx-g8bvV4/s400/Young%2520maharaj%2520at%2520Bandhara.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121915988652882370"style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Baba's Durbar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lovingly addressed as Maharaj, Baba was a master of the spiritual world. Some compared the gathering of devotees around him to the court of a king surrounded by his courtiers. Unlike a king's court, however, no one held a position in Baba's durbar nor did it have a set venue, time, or duration. Everyone could sit wherever they liked, and there was no obligation for visitors to bow to Maharaj. The durbar would assemble anywhere—in the ashram, by the side of the road, under a tree in the forest, or in the house of a devotee. It was always open to everyone. One of the remarkable features of Baba's durbar was that although it assembled and dispersed, its continuity was maintained. One durbar would end, but another would assemble in no time, wherever Baba went. His great love for people and their love for him assured an unbroken sequence of visitors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The subject of conversation in Baba's durbar arose spontaneously and was never prearranged. Baba usually asked the new visitor three questions: What is your name? Where have you come from? What do you do? It was often from these three questions that a conversation would ensue. Once, Baba put the third question as follows, "You, lawyer, what do you do?" Everybody burst into laughter, for Baba had revealed his omniscience. Maharaj just smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of Baba's lila took place in his durbar. Sometimes he answered the questions of foreigners before the interpreter had finished translating them, and he would ask about members of their family by name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Baba did not preach or give religious discourses, he would often turn the conversation towards spiritual matters. Even when the topic of conversation was common and worldly, which it often was, the implication of Baba's words always had a deeper meaning. Sometimes Baba constantly repeated an ordinary word like a child. Two words, "nan" and "thul," from the Kumaon dialect are synonyms for "small" and "big"; Baba used these words like a chant and would utter "nan, nan" and "thul, thul" continuously. Occasionally he would repeat these words in his durbar for days on end. The mystery lay in the repetition; hearing them again and again, the devotees lost the distinction between big and small or high and low. Consequently the vast community of Baba's devotees greeted and embraced each other without discrimination of caste and creed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of Baba's advice or orders was always very deep. Even common words like "come" and "go" had special implications when spoken by him. Those who were experienced with his way of speaking always thought it better to follow his commands verbatim. The result of non-compliance with his orders or of making any change in them according to the dictates of one's own mental ability was always disappointing and sometimes damaging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baba would often say something simple to one person while another person would receive a powerful message from the same words. Sometimes he would speak in a gathering and only the individual to whom he directed his words would hear them. Others would not hear anything. On occasion Baba would accuse an innocent person of a misdeed when the guilty person was present. The innocent person, although surprised at the accusation, would consider this as part of Baba's lila, whereas the guilty person would understand that Baba knew the truth and feel remorse for his deeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baba enjoyed solving people's problems and happily gave answers to their questions all day and night. People came to him with spiritual questions as well as all types of worldly desires and problems. Some came to him to enquire about their job prospects, some regarding their health or family problems. Businessmen came seeking advice, and others sought boons for prosperity. Students and politicians crowded around him hoping for a glimpse into their future, and childless couples sought his blessings for children. Baba would provide practical solutions to all kinds of matters. He would even speak on subjects such as child-care and suggest remedies for various ailments. Questions were asked on politics, philosophy, yoga, devotion, ethics, diverse personal subjects, conduct, and many other topics. Baba answered even complex questions in a few clear and simple words, sometimes before the person with the questions asked them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baba openly admired virtues in his durbar so that people might be inspired to take on good qualities. Likewise, he condemned wrongdoing, immorality, and deception so that people might renounce them. Baba showered affection on a woman who was devoted to her husband in thought, word, and deed, and addressing her as "Sati (the virtuous)," praised her profusely. On the other hand, he was displeased with men and women who argued a lot and disturbed the peace at home. Behind this apparent disapproval, his grace would still flow towards them indirectly. Baba would openly discuss and solve family problems, and in this way, he encouraged others to improve upon their own behavior. Baba said, "A wife dedicated to her husband is greater than a yogi." And, "Mother is the image of God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baba's devotees came from all walks of life, and although some of them led lives of dissipation, he did not always insist on making them give up their bad habits. On the contrary, he gave them opportunities to carry on and spent time in their company. In due course they gave up their bad habits on their own. He often told people, "All are born into this world with natural wisdom and God is the great giver of this wisdom." Whenever Baba addressed an atheist or a wicked person as a devotee or saint, he sowed a seed of goodness that often brought about a change. With the passage of time, the seed would sprout, grow, bloom, and finally bear fruit. It was common for such people to pass through a transformation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baba treated everyone equally. Although saints generally maintain distance from women, Baba mingled with them freely. He could playfully hold the hand of any woman and without any hesitation, catch hold of her nose and tweak it for fun. Nothing was seen as inappropriate in his behavior. Both male and female devotees pressed and massaged his feet. His presence and touch communicated such good thoughts and feelings that everyone felt uplifted. Baba regarded all human beings as his own children and treated them accordingly. He often said, "You feel pestered with a few children, but I have so many."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like parents with children, Baba was familiar with everyone. He addressed even eminent persons using the words "tu" and "tum" [In the Hindi language, both "tu" and "tum" mean "you," but they are used to address people of inferior status or as a term of endearment] and he used "hum" (we) to refer to himself. His use of informal language was soaked with love and affection. His utterances, like "Tum samajhte nahin, hamari kahi suno" (You do not understand, listen to what I say), and "Hamein bawla mat banao, hum sab jante hein" (Don't drive me mad, I know everything), delighted everyone. A devotee said that Maharaj once asked a group of people who had gathered to see him, "Why do you come to me?" Baba answered himself saying, "You come to me because of my love for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes Baba showed his familiarity by asking someone to shake hands with him on some matter. When the person hesitated, he would quickly take their hand in his own. People generally had no reluctance to talk to him, however, even when a visitor was at ease in Baba's presence, sometimes their thoughts and speech would inexplicably change. Perhaps they would only say what Baba wanted them to say or others to hear. If Baba did not want a person to say anything, the person concerned either forgot or with every effort, could not say anything, even though they were perfectly free to do so. Whatever Baba willed to happen would happen, and what he did not want would never take place. Sometimes a photographer would come to take Baba's photo. Baba would smile and allow it. Yet when the film was developed, Baba's image would not have been captured. The same thing happened if someone tried to record Baba's voice without his consent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a devotee convinced someone of Baba's greatness and took him to have darshan, Baba would present himself in such a way that all the eulogies about him appeared exaggerated or embellished and the devotee felt embarrassed. Incredible as it may sound, Baba's darshan could only be had by his grace. No one could come to him of their own accord. Similarly, some people would become devoted to him after one visit. Others could not understand his elevated spirituality even after a long association with him. In any case, all were blessed by his sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The attraction of Baba's presence cannot be expressed in words. His countenance fascinated visitors. Hours spent with him felt like fleeting moments. Those who came to him never wanted to go away. Nevertheless, Baba knew of people's responsibilities and sent them off saying, "Come again." If Baba told someone to go, they generally did not encounter difficulties on their way, and their work at hand was often accomplished without delay. On the other hand, a person with pressing work would be waiting to get Baba's permission to leave the durbar, and Baba would turn to a person who wished to stay and send them away instead. Eventually it was seen that whenever a person was asked to go, it was the appropriate time for him or her to leave. Either way, Baba's durbar could be summarized as "Aao, khao, jao (Come, eat, go)," and the flow of grace as well as the coming and going never ceased.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;राम&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/omniscience-removal-of-doubt-feeding.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="81" width="100%"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F24189649&amp;amp;show_comments=false&amp;amp;auto_play=false&amp;amp;color=ff7a00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RyTk8wq8nEI/AAAAAAAABaE/A9XX9XAULvo/s400/M-05-0343.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126474008362785858"style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:150%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Omniscience&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/removal-of-doubt.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/feeding-children.html"&gt;Feeding the Children&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/on-path-to-god.html"&gt;On the Path to God&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/devotees-sentiments.html"&gt;A Devotee's Sentiments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/lie.html"&gt;A Lie&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/unexpected-darshan.html"&gt;Unexpected Darshan&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-name.html"&gt;What Name?&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/rupee-from-poor-man.html"&gt;A Rupee From a Poor Man&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/babas-blessings.html"&gt;Baba's Blessings&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/replies-to-unasked-questions.html"&gt;Replies to Unasked Questions&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/it-is-all-show.html"&gt;It Is All a Show&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/future-in-hills.html"&gt;A Future In the Hills&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/md-not-dm.html"&gt;M.D. Not D.M.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/on-meditation.html"&gt;On Meditation&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/sons-transformation.html"&gt;A Son's Transformation&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/all-will-be-set-right.html"&gt;All Will Be Set Right&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/repayment-of-loan.html"&gt;Repayment of a Loan&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/courts-decision.html"&gt;The Court's Decision&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/his-body-is-worn-out.html"&gt;His Body Is Worn Out&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/six-month-wait.html"&gt;A Six-month Wait&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/promotion-foretold.html"&gt;A Promotion Foretold&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/darshan-after-twenty-years.html"&gt;Darshan After Twenty Years&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/transfer-cancelled.html"&gt;A Transfer Cancelled&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/two-more-children.html"&gt;Two More Children&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/ordinary-problems.html"&gt;Ordinary Problems&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/whereabouts-of-missing-person.html"&gt;Whereabouts of a Missing Person&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/three-sons.html"&gt;Three Sons&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/fail-pass.html"&gt;Fail-Pass&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/she-wont-marry.html"&gt;She Won't Marry&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/babas-bdo-daughter.html"&gt;Baba's B.D.O. Daughter&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/hidden-devotion.html"&gt;Hidden Devotion&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/magic-of-speech.html"&gt;The Magic of Speech&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/proposal-accepted-by-government.html"&gt;Proposal Accepted By the Government&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/destined-proposal.html"&gt;The Destined Proposal&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/it-will-not-be-done.html"&gt;It Will Not Be Done&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/speculation-in-gold.html"&gt;Speculation In Gold&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/unexpressed-desire-fulfilled.html"&gt;An Unexpressed Desire Fulfilled&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/interrupted-samadhi.html"&gt;Interrupted Samadhi&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/one-ailment-different-treatment.html"&gt;One Ailment, Different Treatment&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/you-will-be-ig.html"&gt;You Will Be I.G.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/desire-for-halwa.html"&gt;A Desire For Halwa&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/no-discrimination.html"&gt;No Discrimination&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/bhushans-promotion.html"&gt;Bhushan's Promotion&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/not-by-this-bus.html"&gt;Not By This Bus&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/desire-fulfilled.html"&gt;A Desire Fulfilled&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/twofold-blessing.html"&gt;A Twofold Blessing&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/freed-from-worry.html"&gt;Freed From Worry&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/unusual-way-of-showering-grace.html"&gt;An Unusual Way of Showing Grace&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/unexpected-visit.html"&gt;An Unexpected Visit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/peace-in-family.html"&gt;Peace In the Family&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/peace-to-restless-mind.html"&gt;Peace to a Restless Mind&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/grudge-against-baba.html"&gt;A Grudge Against Baba&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/significance-of-his-command.html"&gt;The Significance of His Command&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/his-words-came-true.html"&gt;His Words Came True&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/opportunity-to-serve.html"&gt;An Opportunity to Serve&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/seasonal-fruit.html"&gt;Seasonal Fruit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/disregarding-babas-instructions.html"&gt;Disregarding Baba's Instructions&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/warning.html"&gt;A Warning&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/not-to-marry.html"&gt;Not to Marry&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/resisting-babas-influence.html"&gt;Resisting Baba's Influence&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/02/consequence-of-disobedience.html"&gt;The Consequence of Disobedience&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/roadside-darshan.html"&gt;Roadside Darshan&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/cook-again.html"&gt;Cook Again&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/giving-test.html"&gt;Giving a Test&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/testing-maharaj.html"&gt;Testing Maharaj&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/go-test-is-over.html"&gt;Go, the Test Is Over&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/he-knew-everyone.html"&gt;He Knew Everyone&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/peace-and-comfort-beyond-imagination.html"&gt;Peace and Comfort Beyond Imagination&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/go-away-from-here.html"&gt;Go Away From Here&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/present-on-call.html"&gt;Present On Call&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/prasad-for-tewari.html"&gt;Prasad For Tewari&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/exam-results.html"&gt;Exam Results&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/last-exam.html"&gt;The Last Exam&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/awakening-india.html"&gt;Awakening India&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/dr-bhonsle.html"&gt;Dr. Bhonsle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maharaj ji's appearance had a childlike innocence. He welcomed people openly, and they in turn talked freely with him. If someone requested Baba to speak, he would feign ignorance and say he didn't know anything; he directed his words to individuals rather than groups. Likewise, displays of knowledge or oratory did not impress Baba, who said that even the children in India were proficient at this. He called lectures or sermons the gymnastics of words and said, "Whatever we experience through the mind and the senses is not the truth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baba's knowledge, like the great prophets, Christ, Kabir, Ramakrishna, Mohammed, and St. Peter, encompassed universal truths far deeper than academic knowledge. Living in a simple manner among ordinary people, Baba taught by his own conduct and caused an awakening in them. The past, present, and future were all within Baba's vision, but it was only through his lila that one could catch a glimpse of his vastness. As described in the accounts that follow, Maharaj would see into the minds and hearts of people, and reading their innermost thoughts, use his power to relieve suffering, inspire faith, and fulfil desires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RxTGSWEMedI/AAAAAAAABQ8/_5VWXqffZ7o/s1600-h/9Maharaj-ji_033.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RxTGSWEMedI/AAAAAAAABQ8/_5VWXqffZ7o/s400/9Maharaj-ji_033.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121936694690216402"style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Removal of Doubt&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In May 1944 I had Maharaj's darshan for the first time at a house in Blunt Square, Lucknow. Upon returning from my office, I found that members of my family were getting ready to go and see Baba. He had just arrived in the neighborhood, and they asked me to accompany them. I did not know Baba then, and while I always secretly gave reverence to those wearing sadhu's clothing, I generally kept myself apart from them because I could not tell the difference between a real holy man and a fake. I did not agree to go with them because I would not be able to offer salutation openly to Maharaj, and since this meeting was in a neighbor's home, I felt this would be disrespectful to all. Somehow I also felt bad that I did not go or even make an effort to find out who the baba was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everybody had gone, I sat and meditated on Baba. I told him about my inner conflict and asked him to either send for me or come to my house and give me darshan. I told him I knew that he could do this if he was a saint. At that very moment, in my neighbor's house, Baba asked my sister, "Where is your brother? Why has he not come here?" She tactfully replied that I had just returned from my office and was at home. Baba commanded her, "Go and fetch him. Bring him here." I was surprised when my sister arrived and told me all that had happened. It removed my doubt, and I went at once and bowed at Baba's feet in reverence. He turned his eyes away from me immediately. He did not say anything to me. He got up and went away with another neighbor, Gargi Datt Mishra, to his house. All the others followed him, and I came back home alone and upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I again meditated on Baba and prayed to him to come to my house and give me darshan. After a short while I saw Maharaj coming to our house with some other devotees. We welcomed him, and he lay on a takhat (wooden bed), talking to everyone as I massaged his feet. Though I was quite eager to talk to him, he did not look towards me. He then got into a car and left. Baba had fulfilled all my preconditions, but I still could not get peace of mind. How could I? My uneasiness was the ugly consequence of testing a sidhatma (spiritually elevated soul).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight years later I again had Baba's darshan, this time in Tagore Town, Allahabad. I felt that the long wait was my penance. Holding me by the hand this time, he took me outside, and in a secluded place he started humming, "Ramahi keval prem piyara." [The only thing that is dear to Ram is love.] Indeed, the only access to Baba is through love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baba's holding the hand of someone had its own significance. It meant that he had accepted that person. I have been closely associated with my beloved and revered Baba ever since then, and sometimes he gratified us by coming to our home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Rajida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/feeding-children.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-1949261325843790497?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/1949261325843790497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/1949261325843790497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/omniscience-removal-of-doubt-feeding.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RyTk8wq8nEI/AAAAAAAABaE/A9XX9XAULvo/s72-c/M-05-0343.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-1973315117799284748</id><published>2007-01-24T11:53:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T13:54:14.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RxTGu2EMeeI/AAAAAAAABRE/09H5537zW74/s1600-h/M-05-0349.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RxTGu2EMeeI/AAAAAAAABRE/09H5537zW74/s400/M-05-0349.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121937184316488162"style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Feeding the Children&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Fewer visitors were coming to Kainchi ashram, for it was October and getting cold in the hills. One day at about 2 p.m. Kundanlal Sah, an engineer, was going from Ranikhet to his home in Bareilly. On his way he stopped his car at the ashram and went in to have Maharaj ji's darshan. There were only four people with Baba. After some time many elderly lady devotees arrived from Nainital, and Baba asked all of them to prepare puris in the kitchen. Sah said that he could not understand why so many ladies would be preparing so much food when there were only four people with Baba and all the inmates of the ashram had already taken prasad. It came to his mind that there must be some other reason for preparing large quantities of puris and vegetables. At about 7 p.m. two buses full of scouts from Rajasthan arrived unexpectedly at the gates of the temple. They were touring the hills and arrived at the ashram via Dwarahat and Ranikhet. Baba was very happy to see the children and made them eat to their hearts' content.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/on-path-to-god.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/omniscience-removal-of-doubt-feeding.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-1973315117799284748?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/1973315117799284748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/1973315117799284748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/feeding-children.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RxTGu2EMeeI/AAAAAAAABRE/09H5537zW74/s72-c/M-05-0349.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-2072393490508422592</id><published>2007-01-24T11:44:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T13:54:26.132-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RxTk1WEMegI/AAAAAAAABRU/ujGaIyROpro/s1600-h/M-05-0238.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RxTk1WEMegI/AAAAAAAABRU/ujGaIyROpro/s400/M-05-0238.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121970281334471170" style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;On the Path to God&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Late one evening Sri Ma and Sri Jivanti Ma and some other women devotees arrived in Kainchi for Baba's darshan. Baba was not there; he had gone to Bhumiadhar. There were no buses at that time to return to Nainital or to travel to Bhumiadhar. However, Sri Ma and Sri Jivanti Ma decided to go and see Baba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They did not take prasad at Kainchi ashram because both Mothers ate only after having Maharaj ji's darshan. They decided to walk the twelve kilometers to Bhumiadhar in the darkness of night on that lonely deserted road. As they started on their way, a black dog appeared out of the darkness and accompanied them as if he was there for their protection. When they arrived at Bhumiadhar at midnight, Sri Ma thought of giving the dog some food. Almost in an instant the dog disappeared and could not be found anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Sri Ma and Sri Jivanti Ma arrived, Maharaj ji had asked Brahmachari ji to prepare food for them. Brahmachari ji waited outside the temple to greet them, and as soon as they arrived, they had Maharaj ji's darshan. He praised them for their devout fervor and said, "When you have started on the path to God, proceed, do not stop. He will take care of you." He then asked them to go and have prasad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/devotees-sentiments.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/feeding-children.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-2072393490508422592?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/2072393490508422592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/2072393490508422592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/on-path-to-god.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RxTk1WEMegI/AAAAAAAABRU/ujGaIyROpro/s72-c/M-05-0238.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-8036938099759453357</id><published>2007-01-24T11:40:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T13:54:37.041-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RxTsQmEMehI/AAAAAAAABRc/1cNdHF9fzdk/s1600-h/0131.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RxTsQmEMehI/AAAAAAAABRc/1cNdHF9fzdk/s400/0131.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121978446067300882" style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Devotee's Sentiments&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bhuvan Chandra Tewari always took an offering when he went for Baba's darshan. One day Tewari saw some small pears in a shop in Bhowali and selected a kilogram of good ones with the thought that whichever pear Baba chose to eat, it should be tasty. After washing them carefully and with love, he put them in a bag and went to the temple in Bhumiadhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maharaj was sitting on a roadside parapet a short distance from the temple. He was surrounded by devotees who were offering him good quality sweets and expensive dried fruit. Tewari put his simple bag of pears before Baba. While talking to people, Baba ate all the pears one by one and smilingly handed the empty bag back to Tewari. He distributed the offerings of the other devotees among the people present. Tewari was touched by how Baba valued the sentiment behind the offering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/lie.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/on-path-to-god.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-8036938099759453357?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/8036938099759453357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/8036938099759453357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/devotees-sentiments.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RxTsQmEMehI/AAAAAAAABRc/1cNdHF9fzdk/s72-c/0131.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-404737302258539935</id><published>2007-01-24T11:34:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T13:54:52.184-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Rx4Xr2EMeyI/AAAAAAAABTk/hAj9wGLvAGc/s1600-h/M-05-0069%2520PPandRS.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Rx4Xr2EMeyI/AAAAAAAABTk/hAj9wGLvAGc/s400/M-05-0069%2520PPandRS.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124559468009126690" style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Lie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;One day Karanvir Singh returned home late from school. Baba was at his house and asked him, "Why did you take so long? I have been waiting for you a long time." Karanvir Singh replied, "I have come straight from college." Baba at once said, "It's a lie. You are deceiving Baba. You were free at one o'clock and it is four o'clock now. Why don't you say that you were roaming around with your friends?" Baba then gave the names of the friends that he had been with. Karanvir was dumbfounded. Baba laughed loudly and said, "You can lie to your father, he is a simple man. But you can't deceive Baba."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/unexpected-darshan.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/devotees-sentiments.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-404737302258539935?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/404737302258539935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/404737302258539935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/lie.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Rx4Xr2EMeyI/AAAAAAAABTk/hAj9wGLvAGc/s72-c/M-05-0069%2520PPandRS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-403625839661851846</id><published>2007-01-24T11:18:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T13:55:01.235-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Rx4ZPmEMezI/AAAAAAAABTs/2LMfrrkVlHc/s1600-h/M-05-0302%2520PP-s.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Rx4ZPmEMezI/AAAAAAAABTs/2LMfrrkVlHc/s400/M-05-0302%2520PP-s.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124561181701077810"style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Unexpected Darshan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mahavir Singh loved the company of ascetics and saints, and he regularly attended to their needs. One day in the early 1940s, while he was on his rounds at the Agra Cantonment railway station, he came across a bulky man of about forty-five years of age. The man was wearing half of his dhoti around his waist and the remaining half covering the upper part of his body. The man spoke to Mahavir amiably, saying, "Mahavir Singh, how are you keeping now?" Mahavir replied, "I am much better." The man then asked, "How is your liver pain?" Mahavir replied, "It is a little less." The man said, "It will be alright." Both of them began walking together. Then Mahavir Singh said, "I do not remember you." Putting his hand gently on Mahavir's shoulder, the man said, "I am Baba Neeb Karori." Mahavir had heard about Baba, but at that moment he felt bewildered by his closeness. In the unexpected presence of Baba, he could not think of what to say to him. Baba said, "Let us go to your house." They went, and since that time Mahavir Singh has always had his grace. Baba gave him darshan every month for about six years, and Mahavir kept a takhat and blanket ready for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-name.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/lie.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-403625839661851846?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/403625839661851846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/403625839661851846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/unexpected-darshan.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Rx4ZPmEMezI/AAAAAAAABTs/2LMfrrkVlHc/s72-c/M-05-0302%2520PP-s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-4275713171557693926</id><published>2007-01-24T11:11:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T13:55:13.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Rx4brmEMe4I/AAAAAAAABUU/hdfHGLlYMI8/s1600-h/M-05-0304%2520PP%25202.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Rx4brmEMe4I/AAAAAAAABUU/hdfHGLlYMI8/s400/M-05-0304%2520PP%25202.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124563861760670594" style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Name?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A truck driver around the age of twenty-eight from Pithoragarh came to see Baba at Kainchi for the first time in 1966. He offered pranaam (a respectful greeting made by joining the palms or bowing at the feet) and Baba asked him, "What name?" He immediately replied, "Lalit Mohan." Baba said, "That's a lie, Laxman Singh." The man was surprised to hear his real name from Baba, and by way of explanation he said, "Baba, you are right. My name is Laxman Singh, and the members of my family call me by this name. In my childhood, when I was first registered in school, my family wanted a better name to be written in the school register, and they chose Lalit Mohan." This incident impressed the man so much that he became Baba's devotee, and later, the driver of Baba's jeep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/rupee-from-poor-man.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/unexpected-darshan.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-4275713171557693926?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/4275713171557693926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/4275713171557693926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-name.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Rx4brmEMe4I/AAAAAAAABUU/hdfHGLlYMI8/s72-c/M-05-0304%2520PP%25202.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-5799424868137780236</id><published>2007-01-24T10:59:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T13:55:24.205-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RyIqVgq8mpI/AAAAAAAABWo/bhswGw0QWB4/s1600-h/0111.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RyIqVgq8mpI/AAAAAAAABWo/bhswGw0QWB4/s400/0111.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125705874936732306" style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Rupee From a Poor Man&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;One day Baba arrived with some devotees at the house of Prem Lal, the manager of Titagarh Paper Mills in Lucknow. Prem Lal had engaged a new servant to clean in the kitchen who was keen to have Baba's darshan. After finishing his work, he sat on the doorstep of the room in which Baba was sitting. His upper body was bare, and he sat with his head bowed in reverence. Baba asked him, "Whenever you visited your guru, you gave him one rupee?" The servant confirmed this by nodding his head. Baba then said, "You have brought a rupee tucked in your waistband for me?" He nodded again. Baba then said, "Come, why don't you give it." The servant took out the rupee and gave it to him. Maharaj, who would refuse the offering of lakhs (hundreds of thousands) of rupees, accepted a rupee from a poor man with great affection that day. Sending him away, he told his devotees, "A rupee from this poor man is more valuable than your twenty thousand rupees."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/babas-blessings.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-name.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-5799424868137780236?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/5799424868137780236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/5799424868137780236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/rupee-from-poor-man.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RyIqVgq8mpI/AAAAAAAABWo/bhswGw0QWB4/s72-c/0111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-1086429615205759879</id><published>2007-01-24T10:45:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T19:56:50.087-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RyIrUwq8mqI/AAAAAAAABWw/_ufgKP-vecQ/s1600-h/0112.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RyIrUwq8mqI/AAAAAAAABWw/_ufgKP-vecQ/s400/0112.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125706961563458210" style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Baba's Blessings&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The government of Uttar Pradesh under Chandra Bhan Gupta wanted to take over the Barabanki Sugar Mills because of mismanagement. However, the cane growers got their way, and the government gave up its intent. The government appointed Devkamta Dixit ji, one of the mill's directors, as the mill's receiver. Dixit ji had to collect a large sum of money to run the mill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Central Bank of Barabanki turned down his application for a loan but advised him to approach the chairman of the bank in Bombay. Dixit ji came to know that the chairman was going abroad in two days time but decided to hurry to Delhi and then take a flight to Bombay to meet him. On his way he thought of receiving Baba's blessings in Vrindavan for success in his efforts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he arrived in Vrindavan, the watchman at the ashram told him that Baba had left two hours earlier. Dixit ji was perturbed at not being able to see him and thought that his efforts with the bank would be in vain. Seeing Dixit ji disappointed, the watchman asked if he had come from Kanpur. The astonished Dixit ji said yes. The watchman informed him that before leaving, Baba said to him, "A devotee of mine will come from Kanpur. Tell him that his efforts will be successful. He should take prasad from Bihari ji."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bihari ji's temple remains closed during the afternoon, and Dixit ji had to leave for Delhi immediately. There was no possibility of getting prasad at that hour, but he decided to bow at the door of Bihari ji's temple and buy prasad from the market. While he was bowing at the gate of the temple, a man opened the door a little and came out. Dixit ji at once gave some money as an offering to Bihari ji and asked for some prasad. The man went inside. He came out bringing a basketful of prasad and gave it to him. Dixit ji received it happily and left for Bombay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he arrived, Dixit ji called on the chairman at his house in the Malabar Hills, but he was not home. On an impulse he sent the basket of prasad into the house with a message that it was from Bihari ji. On receiving the prasad, the chairman's wife herself came out to meet him. They were a Gujarati family. The lady had been planning for some time to go to Vrindavan to have Bihari ji's darshan but had not been able to. By getting the prasad at her home, she felt blessed by Bihari ji's grace. She asked Dixit ji to return the following morning. The next day Dixit ji met the chairman, who immediately issued orders to the bank in Barabanki to make funds available to Dixit ji as required. Dixit ji took a loan of two million rupees and saved the mill from total collapse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/replies-to-unasked-questions.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/rupee-from-poor-man.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-1086429615205759879?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/1086429615205759879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/1086429615205759879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/babas-blessings.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RyIrUwq8mqI/AAAAAAAABWw/_ufgKP-vecQ/s72-c/0112.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-9050038061976424770</id><published>2007-01-24T10:14:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T19:59:41.238-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RyPSXAq8mvI/AAAAAAAABXc/e-p1aEMni1A/s1600-h/0143r.JPG"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RyPSXAq8mvI/AAAAAAAABXc/e-p1aEMni1A/s400/0143r.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126172093636713202" style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Replies to Unasked Questions&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I met Baba at the home of my colleague Dixit ji on 14 November 1944, while I was posted to the head office of the State Bank of India in Kanpur. Baba said to me, "I shall come to your house," and then got up and left. I could not understand what he meant at that moment, but my brief meeting with him had such an effect on me that I followed him in my car. Maharaj's car traveled too fast for me to keep up, but after that I had a great desire to meet him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some time I found out that Baba had come to Lucknow and was at Suraj Narayan Mehrotra's house. The next day I went there with my wife and sister-in-law and found Baba sitting in a room with many devotees. We stayed outside the room, and after Baba sent all the devotees away one by one, he called us inside. First Baba said to me, "Ask what you want." I asked for his blessings, and ever since he has always bestowed his grace on me. To my sister-in-law he said, "You worry about your husband unnecessarily. Leave the worries aside and all will be well." Lastly he spoke to my wife, "You have come with something in your mind. Say what you want to ask." Baba asked her twice to speak, but she kept quiet. Baba asked her once again, and when she did not speak that time, he said, "Alright, I shall come to your house and see you. Tell me then." My wife remained silent because she had made up her mind not to express her questions in words and wanted to hear Baba's answers in private.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Baba visited Dixit ji's house in Kanpur, and from there I brought him to my home. We had arranged for his reception in the outer room of the house, but instead of going there he said, "I shall sit in your small prayer room." He went into the house as if he were already familiar with it, and I simply followed him. He sat in the prayer room and asked me to send for my wife. Maharaj said to her, "What do you want to ask?" Still she did not say anything. Baba then spoke for about ten minutes, answering all her questions in detail. In the end he said, "Tell me if anything has been left out." As was her nature, she did not speak, but there was a look of joy and contentment on her face. Maharaj said, "Never trouble a saint in this way in the future." Baba left, and she told me that he gave replies to all her questions. After this incident our whole family became his devotees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-G.C. Ganda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/it-is-all-show.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/babas-blessings.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-9050038061976424770?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/9050038061976424770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/9050038061976424770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/replies-to-unasked-questions.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RyPSXAq8mvI/AAAAAAAABXc/e-p1aEMni1A/s72-c/0143r.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-6388673771552817044</id><published>2007-01-24T09:39:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T13:55:58.234-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RyPUOwq8mxI/AAAAAAAABXs/wY1_7sJRaJs/s1600-h/0165.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RyPUOwq8mxI/AAAAAAAABXs/wY1_7sJRaJs/s400/0165.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126174150926048018" style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It Is All a Show&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kishan Lal Sah, a teacher from Ramgarh, Nainital, often visited Kainchi to have Baba's darshan. His devotion was such that Baba was both his guru and God. In spite of his deep faith, Kishan Lal was feeling depressed. He was disturbed by the evil seen in the world and by his own lack of spiritual progress. One day he went to Kainchi with the thought of discussing the matter with Baba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he arrived, Kishan Lal saw Baba sitting on one end of the wooden bridge over the river. He went to him and bowed reverently. Before he could ask anything, Baba said, "You see others trapped by maya [illusion]. Narada and Bharata were entrapped by maya. These great sages were trapped by it, so what is there to say about others?" Kishan Lal felt that there was no need to question Baba further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different occasion Sah went to Baba with innumerable questions on spirituality. He greeted Baba, who was lying in his kuti (room), but he could not think of which question to ask first. Baba selected one important question from the unexpressed ones and answered it without being asked. Baba said, "This temple and whatever is seen by the human eye are illusion. What can you do about it?" This led to other doubts and questions in Kishan Lal's mind. Baba again answered them without being asked. Baba said, "Delusion makes everything look real." Kishan Lal thought that there should be a way out. Baba answered, "Attachment is only dispelled by his grace." How can one obtain grace came to Sah's mind. Baba said, "Constant repetition of God's name, even without feelings of devotion, in anger or lethargy, brings out his grace. Once this is realized, there is no room for any misgivings."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this way Baba satisfied the seeker by giving him simple answers to his important, unexpressed questions. As it says in the Ramayana, "Ram, the embodiment of truth, consciousness, and bliss dispels attachment as the sun dissipates darkness."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/future-in-hills.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/replies-to-unasked-questions.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-6388673771552817044?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/6388673771552817044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/6388673771552817044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/it-is-all-show.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RyPUOwq8mxI/AAAAAAAABXs/wY1_7sJRaJs/s72-c/0165.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-5790743054096289740</id><published>2007-01-24T09:15:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T20:00:57.391-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RyPV3Aq8mzI/AAAAAAAABX8/F6UBYbdWUeI/s1600-h/M-05-0200.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RyPV3Aq8mzI/AAAAAAAABX8/F6UBYbdWUeI/s400/M-05-0200.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126175941927410482" style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Future In the Hills&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dr. A.J. Ventrov, a famous physician from France, was interested in the spiritual life and came to India via Sri Lanka in 1950. He was initiated by a guru at Varanasi and renouncing the world, he became known by the name Viyajananda. In his book &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;In the Steps of the Yogis&lt;/span&gt;, he wrote about his own experiences of Maharaj ji and narrated this lila:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"While I was watering plants one day, I saw Baba coming into the ashram with someone. He was telling him about me, saying that I was English. By "English" he meant a foreigner, the word used for foreigners in common parlance in the Hindi language. I had heard of Baba, as his name was often mentioned in the ashram, but I had never had his darshan. Hence, I could not recognize him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Baba was well received, and all the swamis in the ashram were called to have his darshan in Annapurna's temple. Looking at me, Baba said, "He is a saint. He feels at home here now, but he will go to the hills." Baba repeated, "He will go to the hills." At that time I had no intention of going to the hills. I wanted to complete my sadhana in that ashram. Two years after this event, in 1959, I had a desire to visit the hill town of Almora. After roaming about in the hills for many months, I returned to Kashi ashram, but the unpolluted mountain environment attracted me. In the beginning of the next year I went back to those hills and stayed there. I was greatly impressed at the truth of Baba's words about me at our first meeting."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/md-not-dm.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/it-is-all-show.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-5790743054096289740?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/5790743054096289740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/5790743054096289740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/future-in-hills.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RyPV3Aq8mzI/AAAAAAAABX8/F6UBYbdWUeI/s72-c/M-05-0200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-6519355311859022830</id><published>2007-01-24T00:09:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T13:56:19.469-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RyPb0Aq8m0I/AAAAAAAABYE/HS077gza1cE/s1600-h/M-05-0294.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RyPb0Aq8m0I/AAAAAAAABYE/HS077gza1cE/s400/M-05-0294.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126182487457569602" style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;M.D. Not D.M.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dr. Anup Kumar Saxena of Bareilly, the son of Kailash Chandra Saxena of Kiccha farm, was a student of Standard VII when Maharaj visited his family's house and asked him, "What do you want to be?" He replied, "D.M. [district magistrate]," for his grandfather was an I.C.S. (Indian Civil Service) officer. Baba said, "You might become D.M. of Bombay or Calcutta, but what is the use of it? You will get a telegram from home and will not be able to reach there by the time of your parent's death. You will become a doctor. You are born to be a doctor. You will serve your parents at home and the people in general outside. You will be educated at Meerut." The family was not at all interested in the medical profession. However, Anup Kumar succeeded in his exams and applied to go to Meerut Medical College. He did not become a D.M., but contrary to his own childhood aspirations and those of the family, he became an M.D., doctor of medicine. He opened his own clinic as prophesied by Baba and looked after his parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/on-meditation.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/future-in-hills.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-6519355311859022830?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/6519355311859022830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/6519355311859022830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/md-not-dm.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RyPb0Aq8m0I/AAAAAAAABYE/HS077gza1cE/s72-c/M-05-0294.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-5014565541502215252</id><published>2007-01-23T23:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T13:56:30.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RyPcqwq8m2I/AAAAAAAABYU/22l7HEvAo-k/s1600-h/M-05-0301.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RyPcqwq8m2I/AAAAAAAABYU/22l7HEvAo-k/s400/M-05-0301.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126183428055407458" style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;On Meditation&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Baba often talked about the importance of meditation, but strangely enough, he would disturb some people when they tried to meditate in front of him. On several occasions, while Baba was busy talking to people, I took his feet in my hands and tried to meditate. Sometimes he moved his feet away, sometimes he started moving his toe in my palm, and at times, knowing I was unable to reply, he would ask me questions on the topic being discussed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baba understood all states of meditation and was aware of every individual's limited capacity for concentration. In this context he once said, "The mind, bound by the physical body, has its own limitations. A meditative state of mind must be acquired gradually or else there is a risk of becoming insane. It is true that concentration imparts an insight that can lead to self-realization, but for those who remember God and serve living beings, meditation and other kinds of ritual worship are not necessary. Remembering God and cultivating the seva bhav [spirit of service] are easy methods to progress on the spiritual path."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/sons-transformation.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/md-not-dm.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-5014565541502215252?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/5014565541502215252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/5014565541502215252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/on-meditation.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RyPcqwq8m2I/AAAAAAAABYU/22l7HEvAo-k/s72-c/M-05-0301.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-1144183641890011381</id><published>2007-01-23T23:41:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T13:56:41.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RyUeKAq8nLI/AAAAAAAABa8/2s4m97r2zhw/s1600-h/M-05-0044.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RyUeKAq8nLI/AAAAAAAABa8/2s4m97r2zhw/s400/M-05-0044.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126536908158835890" style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Son's Transformation&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One day Thakur Mahavir Singh of Agra told Maharaj, "You love Karanvir so much, yet he calls you a mad baba." It made Baba laugh heartily, and he said, "This is the reason that I like him most. People come to me with some motive. He only comes to me with love." Thereupon Thakur said, "Why don't you reform Karanvir when you like him so much? See, his elder brother neither chews betel nor smokes. He always occupies himself by doing well for others. But Karanvir is fond of all sorts of nonsense and his health is always impaired. Why don't you make him realize it?" Baba unexpectedly became serious and said, "Mahavir, you should not count on your elder son. Karanvir will improve with time and fulfil all your expectations."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahavir Singh did not take Maharaj's words seriously at that time. Two years later his elder son died. Karanvir was so touched by the pitiable condition of his grief-stricken father that he decided not to do anything that would hurt his feelings. Baba's words proved true. As far as he could, Karanvir Singh fulfilled all his father's expectations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/all-will-be-set-right.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/on-meditation.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-1144183641890011381?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/1144183641890011381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/1144183641890011381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/sons-transformation.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RyUeKAq8nLI/AAAAAAAABa8/2s4m97r2zhw/s72-c/M-05-0044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-8586889453097806013</id><published>2007-01-23T20:22:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T13:56:53.744-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RyPjGQq8m4I/AAAAAAAABYk/yYw3dXtkA5c/s1600-h/M-05-0249.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RyPjGQq8m4I/AAAAAAAABYk/yYw3dXtkA5c/s400/M-05-0249.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126190497571576706" style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;All Will Be Set Right&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The D.I.G. (Deputy Inspector General) of police came to Aligarh for an inspection. He was unhappy with the local police because a gang of wire thieves had not been caught. He told them to make an arrest soon. Baba arrived in Aligarh the same day. The D.I.G., who was a devotee of Baba's, sent Durga Prasad Tewari in a jeep to get Baba. While escorting him, Tewari was thinking of how to arrest the wire thieves, for it was weighing heavily on his mind. Baba unexpectedly spoke out, "The order to make an arrest has caused you anxiety." Tewari did not understand what Baba was talking about. When Baba repeated his words, he understood that it concerned him. He replied, "Maharaj, being in service, I have got to worry about my job." Baba said, "Don't worry. Everything will be set right within three days," and repeated, "Everything will be set right within three days."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day a head constable and two constables woke Tewari up. They had the three thieves who had cut the wire with them. The police got information about the other wire thieves from them and recovered about fifty kilograms of wire. On the third day the man who had bought the stolen wire was also arrested. Everything was set right in three days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/repayment-of-loan.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/sons-transformation.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-8586889453097806013?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/8586889453097806013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/8586889453097806013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/all-will-be-set-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RyPjGQq8m4I/AAAAAAAABYk/yYw3dXtkA5c/s72-c/M-05-0249.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-8512666950158072333</id><published>2007-01-23T18:46:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T13:57:04.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RySk0gq8m6I/AAAAAAAABY0/2VJ1k1551tY/s1600-h/0057.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RySk0gq8m6I/AAAAAAAABY0/2VJ1k1551tY/s400/0057.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126403497884687266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Repayment of a Loan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In 1973 Ravi Kumar, an army contractor in Allahabad, came to Kainchi for Baba's darshan. He wanted to offer some items that could be used in the ashram, but he did not have enough money. He contracted Nandlal ji, a ghee merchant in Haldwani, and told him of his problem. He asked Nandlal ji to help him and promised to repay all the costs incurred on his return to Allahabad. Nandlal ji did not know him nor did he ask him his address, but he assured the contractor that he would soon buy everything requested and send it all to Kainchi ashram. He spent a lot of money buying the things required.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day Baba unexpectedly sent for Nandlal ji from Haldwani and asked him why he had sent all the provisions. Nandlal ji told Baba all that had happened. Baba asked, "Do you know that man?" When Nandlal ji replied in the negative, Baba asked him, "How will the money be collected?" Nandlal ji replied, "I have sent all the goods on the word of that gentleman. If he doesn't send the money to me, it will not bankrupt me." Baba was pleased with his reply and said, "You did right. That man is a thorough gentleman. Had he asked you to send things costing even ten times more, he would have paid in full." Baba's words fully assured Nandlal ji of the payment. A month after Baba's Mahasamadhi, Nandlal ji received a bank draft from that person repaying the amount in full.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/courts-decision.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/all-will-be-set-right.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-8512666950158072333?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/8512666950158072333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/8512666950158072333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/repayment-of-loan.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RySk0gq8m6I/AAAAAAAABY0/2VJ1k1551tY/s72-c/0057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-1307139909325572280</id><published>2007-01-23T18:25:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T13:57:15.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RySljgq8m7I/AAAAAAAABY8/f5q0s8Hjpdc/s1600-h/0138.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RySljgq8m7I/AAAAAAAABY8/f5q0s8Hjpdc/s400/0138.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126404305338538930"style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Court's Decision&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Many cases of a political nature were pending in the courts against me and my five friends between 1958 and 1968. Maharaj told me that they would finally be settled in our favor, so I was never worried about them. At first we were acquitted by the court, but the government appealed to the High Court against the decision. The cases were remanded for a review. After reviewing the cases, the Sessions Court sentenced each of us to two years imprisonment. We appealed against the sentences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile some of my relatives went to Kainchi to see Baba and asked him about me. Baba told them that the matter would be set right when a particular judge, who he mentioned by name, decided the case. Soon after, the judge who was hearing the case was transferred, and another judge came in his place. The appeal was heard in his court. The case was argued for a full day, and then the hearing was adjourned until the following day. I was afraid because the new judge was not the one mentioned by Baba. The next day the hearing was postponed for an indefinite period. It was taken up again when the judge mentioned by Baba took charge. He gave the decision in our favor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Harish Chandra Dhaundiyal, Nainital&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/his-body-is-worn-out.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/repayment-of-loan.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-1307139909325572280?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/1307139909325572280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/1307139909325572280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/courts-decision.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RySljgq8m7I/AAAAAAAABY8/f5q0s8Hjpdc/s72-c/0138.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-5507734375435886782</id><published>2007-01-23T17:33:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T13:57:32.229-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RySmpgq8m8I/AAAAAAAABZE/XfpeLzRkIFo/s1600-h/0140.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RySmpgq8m8I/AAAAAAAABZE/XfpeLzRkIFo/s400/0140.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126405507929381826" style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;His Body Is Worn Out&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dhaundiyal once asked Baba about the health of three people. His first question was about his law teacher, who had suffered a second heart attack. The second question was about his mother, and the third concerned his brother-in-law, who had been ill for some time. Baba told Dhaundiyal not to worry about the first two people. He asked him to tell his teacher to move about and to go out of Bareilly to work. Regarding his brother-in-law, Baba said, "His body is worn out." Thirteen days after Baba said those words, Dhaundiyal's brother-in-law died.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/six-month-wait.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/courts-decision.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-5507734375435886782?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/5507734375435886782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/5507734375435886782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/his-body-is-worn-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RySmpgq8m8I/AAAAAAAABZE/XfpeLzRkIFo/s72-c/0140.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-7060419094917868834</id><published>2007-01-23T14:18:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T13:57:45.064-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RySn_gq8m-I/AAAAAAAABZU/FRPfX-UheQA/s1600-h/0142.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RySn_gq8m-I/AAAAAAAABZU/FRPfX-UheQA/s400/0142.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126406985398131682" style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Six-month Wait&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One day in 1955 Maharaj was staying at Birla temple in Delhi, and Radhay Shyam, a dealer in gold and silver from Firozabad, was busy attending to him. He stood at the door all day, directing visitors to Baba's room. A man who seemed to have no faith in ascetics or temples sat alone at a distance. When Radhay Shyam saw that night was setting in, he asked the man who he was waiting for. The man replied that Birla had advised him to meet Baba. He also said that he wanted to see him alone. Although Radhay Shyam asked the man to return the next day, he refused to go home. Radhay Shyam explained it all to Baba who said, "Let him sleep in your room. We shall talk tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day Baba gave darshan to the man. The man told Baba, "My family consists of only three people—my wife, a son, and myself. My son has been missing since 1947. I want to know whether he is alive or not. If alive, should I hope to met him again?" Maharaj sent him away saying, "Go, you will meet him in six months."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After four months the man began writing letters to Radhay Shyam in Firozabad, expressing his disappointment at the fact that his son had still not returned. Radhay Shyam replied, informing him that Baba had gone to the hills and that his letters could only be delivered on his return. He also requested him not to send more unnecessary letters since the period mentioned by Baba had not yet elapsed. After six months Radhay Shyam received a letter from the man stating that by Baba's grace his son had returned home and that he was a teacher in Chandigarh. He also requested Baba's address so that he could go to thank him in person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/promotion-foretold.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/his-body-is-worn-out.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-7060419094917868834?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/7060419094917868834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/7060419094917868834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/six-month-wait.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RySn_gq8m-I/AAAAAAAABZU/FRPfX-UheQA/s72-c/0142.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-2601673279044102755</id><published>2007-01-23T13:50:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T13:57:56.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RySuPAq8nBI/AAAAAAAABZs/_-Y_g7N8L94/s1600-h/0149.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RySuPAq8nBI/AAAAAAAABZs/_-Y_g7N8L94/s400/0149.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126413848755870738"style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Promotion Foretold&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sub-Inspector of Police Ram Narain Sinha was very devoted to Maharaj. One day, when he had been in the department for just a few years, Baba asked him to bring a pen and paper. When he brought it, Baba wrote "Ram, Ram, Ram" all over it. At the end of the page he write, "You will become superintendent of police." He then put his thumbprint on it and signed "Baba Neeb Karori" underneath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In those days of British administration it was unthinkable for an Indian junior sub-inspector to rise to the post of superintendent of police. Consequently, Sinha did not believe Baba's written prophecy. Nevertheless, he kept that piece of paper with care. When India gained independence in 1947, the British officers went back to England, and the Muslim officers opted to go to Pakistan, which created a scarcity of police officers in Uttar Pradesh. In those circumstances Sinha was promoted to superintendent of police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After continuing in that capacity for more than five years, the government brought forward a scheme whereby officers promoted from the ranks were to be demoted and replaced by newly trained I.P.S. officers. Sinha was very much upset by this scheme. He was telling his wife that he had better retire or resign rather than serve in such humiliating circumstances, when his attendant came to tell him that there was an ascetic in the street outside who wanted to talk to him. Sinha went out and saw that the ascetic was none other than Baba Neeb Karori. Seeing him, Baba said, "You won't leave the job. I say that none can remove you." Soon after, Sinha received a government letter stating that in recognition of his meritorious service, his promotion to superintendent was confirmed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/darshan-after-twenty-years.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/six-month-wait.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-2601673279044102755?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/2601673279044102755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/2601673279044102755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/promotion-foretold.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RySuPAq8nBI/AAAAAAAABZs/_-Y_g7N8L94/s72-c/0149.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-3994194884909968883</id><published>2007-01-23T13:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T13:58:09.511-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RyTljAq8nFI/AAAAAAAABaM/bHlW6H-jiaU/s1600-h/114%252520-%252520BRCD1%252520RT.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RyTljAq8nFI/AAAAAAAABaM/bHlW6H-jiaU/s400/114%252520-%252520BRCD1%252520RT.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126474665492782162"style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Darshan After Twenty Years&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Purnanand Tewari and his brother went to Nainital with some papers concerned with the litigation of their land. Purnanand had to return to Kainchi to get one more document, but his brother fell sick. This required Purnanand to remain in Nainital taking care of him until evening. By that time there were no buses back to Kainchi, so leaving his brother in Nainital, Purnanand began to walk to Gathia (a stop on the way back to Kainchi). The darkness of night had fallen, and he still had several miles to go. There was only one shop at Gathia, and when he reached there, Tewari asked the owner if he could stay overnight. Choudhry, the owner, refused but said that if a truck stopped, he would ask the driver to pick him up along the road. Purananad set out into the darkness again, carrying a small torch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the way he came to a frightening culvert known as Kufia Danth. A steel chain hung from a tree there, and it was said that an ascetic had tied a ghost to it. Though Tewari was a young man of about twenty-one years, he was scared of ghosts. As he got closer, he saw a bulky man in the dim torchlight sitting on the parapet in that lonely place. The man called out loudly, "Who is there? What's your name? Where do you live?" Tewari got frightened. He thought it was a ghost, but he believed that there was no point in running away from an evil spirit. He went closer and saw that the man was Baba Neeb Karori. Tewari had heard of Baba's fame and had seen him earlier that same day in the house of an overseer in Nainital. Purnanand still cherished a desire in his heart to touch Baba's feet, for he had hesitated to do so that morning. At that solitary place he thought that perhaps Baba was giving him the opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tewari said his name and that Kainchi was the name of his village. Baba said, "Your brother has fallen sick. Don't worry, he will be alright." Tewari was amazed and remained standing respectfully with folded hands. Baba continued, "Now go. You will get a lift on the way. Litigation is on, do not worry, you won't lose in court. It is suffering due to karma. The case will drag on for a long time." When Tewari asked Baba why he was there, Baba said, "I have come here to avoid evil spirits. There are many evil spirits in Nainital." Tewari then asked, "Baba, when will I have your darshan again?" He replied, "After twenty years. Now go. You will get a lift." Tewari bowed, touched his feet, and went on his way. He thought that Baba said "after twenty years" because he did not want to give him darshan anymore. He hardly walked five hundred yards when a truck driver approached from behind and offered him a ride. This event took place in 1942.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 25 May 1962 Baba stopped in Kainchi on his return from Ranikhet. Purnanand was sleeping in his house when Baba sent a laborer to go and get him. The laborer told Tewari that a bania (businessman) had come to meet him. He came out and saw that Baba Neeb Karori was waiting for him. Baba kept his word and fulfilled the promise he made to him twenty years earlier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/transfer-cancelled.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/promotion-foretold.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-3994194884909968883?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/3994194884909968883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/3994194884909968883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/darshan-after-twenty-years.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RyTljAq8nFI/AAAAAAAABaM/bHlW6H-jiaU/s72-c/114%252520-%252520BRCD1%252520RT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-7809761842651746779</id><published>2007-01-23T03:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T13:58:21.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RyUYYAq8nGI/AAAAAAAABaU/72sWuWcWK3Y/s1600-h/0162.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RyUYYAq8nGI/AAAAAAAABaU/72sWuWcWK3Y/s400/0162.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126530551607237730"style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Transfer Cancelled&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In 1965 Central Jail in Agra was vacated so that the prisoners from the Pakistan War could be accommodated. Bhushan Chandra Joshi was superintendent of the jail. One day the inspector general of jails was in Agra and told Joshi to get ready because he was going to be transferred. Joshi immediately got his luggage packed. Later that day he received news that Baba was visiting someone's house in Agra and went there to have darshan. Upon seeing Joshi, Baba at once said, "Is the I.G. God, that you have packed your luggage on his word? I say go and unpack your luggage. You will not be transferred now." Joshi was a great devotee, and on returning to his house, he obeyed Baba. Later he received a written order from the government entrusting him with the supervision of the Pakistani prisoners. He remained in Agra until 1968.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/two-more-children.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/darshan-after-twenty-years.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-7809761842651746779?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/7809761842651746779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/7809761842651746779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/transfer-cancelled.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RyUYYAq8nGI/AAAAAAAABaU/72sWuWcWK3Y/s72-c/0162.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-6159519265103807598</id><published>2007-01-23T03:09:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T13:58:38.187-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RyUYygq8nHI/AAAAAAAABac/U2SKQfnd4fw/s1600-h/M-05-0291-roc20-shoS90.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RyUYygq8nHI/AAAAAAAABac/U2SKQfnd4fw/s400/M-05-0291-roc20-shoS90.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126531006873771122" style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Two More Children&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In 1971 my wife's health deteriorated gradually until one day her condition became serious. I was worried about her and went to the ashram to tell Baba of my concern. The sun was setting, and Maharaj was sitting alone in his kuti, facing the window. I bowed to him from outside the window, went into the room, and sat facing his back on the floor by his takhat. Some moments passed in silence. Then Baba suddenly turned around and showing two raised fingers, said, "Two more children are yet to be born." He then became serious and sat quietly facing the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mental state I was in at the time, I could not understand him. My wife was at death's door, and Baba was saying two more children were to be born. It came to my mind that my wife would not die if two more children were still to be born. Surely she would escape death. I felt a little more relaxed. I offered pranaam to Baba and went back home. Then I began to think that my wife was aging and that if she was going to give birth to more babies, she would not be able to withstand the physical strain. I then thought that the birth of a child was a matter for joy and wondered why Baba became serious and quiet. I did not have any answer to this question and it remained a mystery. Gradually my wife recovered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In September 1973 Maharaj took Mahasamadhi, and in the winter of that very year, my wife gave birth to twins. Both children had a beautiful appearance, but they were stillborn. It was then that I understood the meaning of Baba's silence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Purnanad Tewari, Kainchi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/ordinary-problems.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/transfer-cancelled.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-6159519265103807598?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/6159519265103807598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/6159519265103807598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/two-more-children.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RyUYygq8nHI/AAAAAAAABac/U2SKQfnd4fw/s72-c/M-05-0291-roc20-shoS90.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-4477860759370777121</id><published>2007-01-23T03:04:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T13:58:50.314-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RyUZiwq8nII/AAAAAAAABak/RLITdr6FHHU/s1600-h/M-05-0380.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RyUZiwq8nII/AAAAAAAABak/RLITdr6FHHU/s400/M-05-0380.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126531835802459266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ordinary Problems&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One day I was irritated by an itch on my head. Although I did not have lice in my hair, I suspected them to be the cause. I asked Dwarkanath, who was standing nearby, to look, but he did not find any. At that very moment Maharaj sent for me. I bowed before him and sat on the floor by his takhat. Without saying anything, he patted me on the head and rubbed it for a while. I got much relief from it. Both of us were silent; no one uttered a single word. I take it to be one of his many ways of showing that he was aware of even insignificant problems.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Radha Baum, U.S.A.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/whereabouts-of-missing-person.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/two-more-children.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-4477860759370777121?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/4477860759370777121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/4477860759370777121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/ordinary-problems.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RyUZiwq8nII/AAAAAAAABak/RLITdr6FHHU/s72-c/M-05-0380.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-5303382130513653974</id><published>2007-01-23T01:46:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T13:59:03.330-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RyUZ_wq8nJI/AAAAAAAABas/wrulnadHAws/s1600-h/M-05-0006.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RyUZ_wq8nJI/AAAAAAAABas/wrulnadHAws/s400/M-05-0006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126532334018665618"style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Whereabouts of a Missing Person&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In 1932 Jagdev Singh came to see Baba with a subordinate Sikh officer. Speaking about Baba's greatness, Jagdev Singh told the officer that Baba would answer his question correctly even if he did not ask it. The Sikh officer wanted to ask something in particular about his friend Gainda Singh, whose son had disappeared in grief after the death of his wife, but he did not say anything to Baba. Looking at him, Baba said, "You want to ask about Gainda Singh's son who has run away from home. The boy has been asking the priest in the gurdwara [Sikh place of worship] at Amritsar to take him as a disciple. His wife has died and his mother is alive. The priest is not inclined to make him a disciple without his mother's permission." The officer passed this information on to his friend Gainda Singh, who at that time was jailer at Farrukhabad. Gainda Singh went to Amritsar immediately and brought his son back home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/three-sons.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/ordinary-problems.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-5303382130513653974?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/5303382130513653974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/5303382130513653974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/whereabouts-of-missing-person.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RyUZ_wq8nJI/AAAAAAAABas/wrulnadHAws/s72-c/M-05-0006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-4697181872333845564</id><published>2007-01-23T01:37:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T13:59:18.334-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RyU9pwq8nNI/AAAAAAAABbM/_MkpBDk53C4/s1600-h/0058.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RyU9pwq8nNI/AAAAAAAABbM/_MkpBDk53C4/s400/0058.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126571538480143570"style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Three Sons&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In 1968 Rajinder Anand came to Kainchi with her mother for Baba's darshan. As soon as Baba saw her, he said to her mother, "Get the marriage of your daughter arranged." He gave Rajinder two rupees and sent them away. They came out of the ashram, got on a bus for Haldwani, and sat down. When the conductor came to give them tickets, they found that they were two rupees short of the fare. They paid with the money that Baba had given to Rajinder. While they had accepted the money from Baba very reluctantly, they came to understand that his purpose in giving it was to save them from that embarrassing situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At home the family began to make arrangements for Rajinder's marriage, which took place the following year. After her marriage Rajinder and her husband went to Kainchi for Baba's darshan. Baba held up three fingers and said to her, "Three sons will be born." Indeed, she gave birth to three children—all boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/fail-pass.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/whereabouts-of-missing-person.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-4697181872333845564?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/4697181872333845564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/4697181872333845564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/three-sons.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RyU9pwq8nNI/AAAAAAAABbM/_MkpBDk53C4/s72-c/0058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-9074906904235691513</id><published>2007-01-23T00:53:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T13:59:32.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RyU-9gq8nOI/AAAAAAAABbU/iYiPdVDeThM/s1600-h/0164.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RyU-9gq8nOI/AAAAAAAABbU/iYiPdVDeThM/s400/0164.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126572977294187746"style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fail-Pass&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After Shrimati Durga Mai's son took his B.A. exam, he was afraid of having failed and seemed depressed. His mother came to Kainchi, and telling Baba of the situation, she asked whether her son would pass the exam or not. Baba at once said, "Fail-Pass," and smiled. All the devotees present laughed. Then he said, "He will pass and get a job in a bank." The boy's name was published in the pass list, and later he got a job in a bank.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/she-wont-marry.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/three-sons.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-9074906904235691513?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/9074906904235691513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/9074906904235691513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/fail-pass.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RyU-9gq8nOI/AAAAAAAABbU/iYiPdVDeThM/s72-c/0164.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-4406453318667299004</id><published>2007-01-23T00:24:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T13:59:47.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RydzZwq8nQI/AAAAAAAABbk/aqWtVNKoNOI/s1600-h/Maharaj-ji_291.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RydzZwq8nQI/AAAAAAAABbk/aqWtVNKoNOI/s400/Maharaj-ji_291.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127193587183557890"style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;She Won't Marry&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Godawari Tewari got a job in the Department of Planning, Uttar Pradesh, after completing her education. One day she went to Hanumangarh to have Baba's darshan. When Baba saw her, he immediately said, "She won't marry." Later she narrated, "Baba's utterance proved true in my case. I was rendered helpless by circumstances. I had to shoulder the responsibilities of the education and marriages of my brothers and sisters. Under these circumstances, I had to give up the idea of my own marriage."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/babas-bdo-daughter.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/fail-pass.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-4406453318667299004?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/4406453318667299004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/4406453318667299004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/she-wont-marry.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RydzZwq8nQI/AAAAAAAABbk/aqWtVNKoNOI/s72-c/Maharaj-ji_291.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-3050706073724395733</id><published>2007-01-23T00:18:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T14:00:10.204-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Ryd1UAq8nTI/AAAAAAAABb8/OYWsA1g6sBE/s400/Maharaj-ji_335.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127195687422565682"style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Baba's B.D.O. Daughter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Once, when I went to Bhumiadhar to see Baba, he said, "My B.D.O. daughter has come." I wasn't B.D.O. (block development officer) then, so I did not understand. Baba then said, "Don't go to America. Stay in this country and serve it. If you go there, you will become a westerner." This also seemed completely irrelevant. About a year after Baba said this, I was posted to the Garampani block of Nainital as B.D.O. I also got the opportunity to go to America, but remembering Baba's advice, I did not accept the offer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Godawari Tewari&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/hidden-devotion.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/she-wont-marry.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-3050706073724395733?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/3050706073724395733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/3050706073724395733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/babas-bdo-daughter.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Ryd1UAq8nTI/AAAAAAAABb8/OYWsA1g6sBE/s72-c/Maharaj-ji_335.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-9021806034941284801</id><published>2007-01-22T23:38:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T14:00:25.334-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Ryjh6Aq8nfI/AAAAAAAABdc/ce9vuxVAzJA/s1600-h/0007.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Ryjh6Aq8nfI/AAAAAAAABdc/ce9vuxVAzJA/s400/0007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127596562490105330"style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hidden Devotion&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Shrimati Damyanti Tewari's husband was very much devoted to Maharaj and always kept Baba's photo in his wallet. One day in 1964 he and his wife came to Kainchi for darshan. Shrimati Tewari bowed at Baba's feet and asked her children to do the same. Then she gestured to her husband to touch Baba's feet. Maharaj saw her gesture and said, "He offered pranaam to me before the others. He believes in deeds done without making a show of them." After looking at Tewari for some moments, Baba asked her, "Does he keep my photo in his pocket?" and smiled affectionately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/magic-of-speech.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/babas-bdo-daughter.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-9021806034941284801?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/9021806034941284801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/9021806034941284801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/hidden-devotion.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Ryjh6Aq8nfI/AAAAAAAABdc/ce9vuxVAzJA/s72-c/0007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-972927229463015258</id><published>2007-01-22T23:27:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T14:00:41.814-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RbWVvWJHvUI/AAAAAAAAATA/DVSiH9KpJy8/s1600-h/163-6380_IMG.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023085600031882562" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" style="DISPLAY: block; FILTER: alpha(opacity=70); MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RbWVvWJHvUI/AAAAAAAAATA/DVSiH9KpJy8/s400/163-6380_IMG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Magic of Speech&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kamla Soni was scared because she had to undergo a stomach operation. Others in the family were also worried, so the whole atmosphere in the house was gloomy. Suddenly the telephone rang; it was Baba. He asked Soni, "What's the matter?" Soni started talking about Kamla's operation. Maharaj interrupted him saying, "The operation is done. Talk about something else." Kamla said, "There was a mysterious charm in Baba's speech. It changed the atmosphere in the house. Everyone became more relaxed and I myself felt relieved." The next day she went for the operation happily. She faced the trouble with ease, and the operation was successful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/proposal-accepted-by-government.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/hidden-devotion.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-972927229463015258?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/972927229463015258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/972927229463015258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/magic-of-speech.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RbWVvWJHvUI/AAAAAAAAATA/DVSiH9KpJy8/s72-c/163-6380_IMG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-3864904974687346791</id><published>2007-01-22T23:21:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T10:22:07.771-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Ry3ltAq8ngI/AAAAAAAABdk/43YFkSw65G4/s1600-h/0008.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Ry3ltAq8ngI/AAAAAAAABdk/43YFkSw65G4/s400/0008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129008112081870338"style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Proposal Accepted By the Government&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I first had Maharaj's darshan in 1946 at the home of Bhagwan Sahai, I.C.S. (Indian Civil Service) officer in Lucknow. As soon as I touched Baba's feet, he said to me, "Where were you? What did you talk about with Lal Bahadur and Pant? They did not accept your proposal? They will agree with you the day after tomorrow." I was surprised that Baba knew about the secret matters of the government, but I purposely avoided further conversation about the matter. Two days later I had another meeting with Govind Ballabh Pant and Lal Bahadur Shastri, and they accepted my proposal completely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Jagan Prasad Rawat, Kamlanagar, Agra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/destined-proposal.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/magic-of-speech.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-3864904974687346791?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/3864904974687346791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/3864904974687346791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/proposal-accepted-by-government.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Ry3ltAq8ngI/AAAAAAAABdk/43YFkSw65G4/s72-c/0008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-2516354016366744153</id><published>2007-01-22T23:12:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T14:00:53.804-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Ry3m1wq8nhI/AAAAAAAABds/GDJl7vJyV3U/s1600-h/0010.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Ry3m1wq8nhI/AAAAAAAABds/GDJl7vJyV3U/s400/0010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129009361917353490"style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Destined Proposal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Deshraj Pabbi of Rudrapur received two marriage proposals for his daughter—one from a family in Delhi and the other from a family in Bareilly. His preference was for the one from Bareilly, but his wife preferred the one from Delhi. Because of this difference of opinion, they could not accept either proposal. Deshraj was worried because they wasted a lot of time in indecision. At last both of them agreed to accept whichever proposal Baba chose for their daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Deshraj came to Kainchi to settle the matter, Baba said, "It has to take place somewhere else," and then got up and left. Deshraj did not understand what Baba meant. He went to Delhi to accept that proposal, but because of the delay, it was too late. Then he went to Bareilly where he was also disappointed, for the boy had got engaged to another girl. Some time later they received a proposal from Amritsar that they were all happy with and their daughter was married there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/it-will-not-be-done.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/proposal-accepted-by-government.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-2516354016366744153?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/2516354016366744153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/2516354016366744153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/destined-proposal.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Ry3m1wq8nhI/AAAAAAAABds/GDJl7vJyV3U/s72-c/0010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-7302671608064950354</id><published>2007-01-22T22:41:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T14:01:05.073-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Ry3pnAq8niI/AAAAAAAABd0/nrSvf0olwUE/s1600-h/0011.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Ry3pnAq8niI/AAAAAAAABd0/nrSvf0olwUE/s400/0011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129012407049166370"style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It Will Not Be Done&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mahinder Singh, an acquaintance of Deshraj, appeared for a job interview at Pantnagar University. In spite of being quite confident that he would get the job, he did not receive the letter of appointment after waiting for some time. Deshraj sent Mahinder Singh to Kainchi for Baba's darshan. As soon as Maharaj saw him, he said, "He has come for a job. Thakur [a name for God] has spoiled your case. The work will not be done now." Baba's words proved true. Mahinder Singh did not get the job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/speculation-in-gold.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/destined-proposal.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-7302671608064950354?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/7302671608064950354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/7302671608064950354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/it-will-not-be-done.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Ry3pnAq8niI/AAAAAAAABd0/nrSvf0olwUE/s72-c/0011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-5290637332389797328</id><published>2007-01-22T22:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T14:01:18.131-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Ry3sGAq8njI/AAAAAAAABd8/cvkKsYNYAfE/s1600-h/17no%2520reduced%2520size.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Ry3sGAq8njI/AAAAAAAABd8/cvkKsYNYAfE/s400/17no%2520reduced%2520size.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129015138648366642"style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Speculation In Gold&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One day a rich man who speculated in gold on the stock market was present in Baba's durbar. Baba introduced gold as a topic of conversation and said, "The price of gold will go down in future." The rich man said, "No Baba, there is no such possibility." Baba gave certain reasons and said, "Its price will certainly go down." The man got the point and sold all his gold at a marginal profit. Later the price did go down and the man escaped a great loss. When he came to meet Baba the next time, he offered him two thousand rupees as a way of showing his gratitude. Despite all his entreaties, Baba did not accept the money. After he left, a devotee told Baba that the money could have been utilized for the ashram and temple. He wanted to know why Baba had rejected the offer. Baba said, "He wanted to buy me with that money." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/unexpressed-desire-fulfilled.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/it-will-not-be-done.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-5290637332389797328?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/5290637332389797328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/5290637332389797328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/speculation-in-gold.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Ry3sGAq8njI/AAAAAAAABd8/cvkKsYNYAfE/s72-c/17no%2520reduced%2520size.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-1848231266339705870</id><published>2007-01-22T22:12:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T14:01:33.469-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Ry3w-Qq8nkI/AAAAAAAABeE/MUUAYWk_U10/s1600-h/164-6446%2520PP.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Ry3w-Qq8nkI/AAAAAAAABeE/MUUAYWk_U10/s400/164-6446%2520PP.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129020503062519362"style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;An Unexpressed Desire Fulfilled&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Shrimati Durga Sah had heard of Baba, as every household in Nainital knew of him by that time, but she had not found time from her housework to visit him at Hanumangarh. Once, when Guru Purnima (full moon day dedicated to the worship of the guru) was being celebrated in Kainchi, she went there in the company of some other women. When they arrived, puja to Maharaj was being performed. At her first glimpse of Baba, Durga Mai received so much grace that a wave of bliss passed through her body. She remained sitting with her eyes closed and felt that she was having the darshan of Hanuman through Baba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months later many of Maharaj's devotees from Nainital were going to Vrindavan to see him. Durga Mai was keen to go with them but felt unable and helpless due to family circumstances. She was sad at heart since everyone known to her had left for Vrindavan. In the meantime a woman who had not gone telephoned Durga Mai's husband and persuaded him to allow his wife to accompany her to Vrindavan. Durga Mai hurriedly left with the woman. When she reached the ashram and bowed to Baba in reverence, he said jokingly, "I had to chant a mantra to call you." She was overwhelmed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/interrupted-samadhi.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/speculation-in-gold.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-1848231266339705870?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/1848231266339705870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/1848231266339705870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/unexpressed-desire-fulfilled.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Ry3w-Qq8nkI/AAAAAAAABeE/MUUAYWk_U10/s72-c/164-6446%2520PP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-5901661854845672238</id><published>2007-01-22T21:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T14:01:48.339-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Ry4VIQq8nlI/AAAAAAAABeM/xYecL90TLE8/s1600-h/164-6450%2520PP.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Ry4VIQq8nlI/AAAAAAAABeM/xYecL90TLE8/s400/164-6450%2520PP.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129060257279811154"style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Interrupted Samadhi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There was no permanent bridge over the river when I went to see Baba. Instead, there was a narrow wooden bridge, and Baba was sitting at one end of it. It was raining heavily, yet devotees were going there to touch his feet. I remained standing in the temple and did not dare to go to him. I prayed to the Almighty saying, "O God, bestow upon me such devotion that I might bring Baba from the bridge into the ashram." When everyone had come back after having his darshan, I also went to him. As soon as I got there, Baba got up and said, "Who are you? You made me get up from my samadhi." Then he walked back to his kuti with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Shrimati Savitri Devi, Begumpul, Meerut&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/one-ailment-different-treatment.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/unexpressed-desire-fulfilled.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-5901661854845672238?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/5901661854845672238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/5901661854845672238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/interrupted-samadhi.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Ry4VIQq8nlI/AAAAAAAABeM/xYecL90TLE8/s72-c/164-6450%2520PP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-8290611732137836917</id><published>2007-01-22T21:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T14:01:59.365-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Ry4X9wq8nnI/AAAAAAAABec/6zkDes5GDl0/s1600-h/Baba_New_5%2520PP.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Ry4X9wq8nnI/AAAAAAAABec/6zkDes5GDl0/s400/Baba_New_5%2520PP.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129063375426068082"style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;One Ailment, Different Treatment&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One day Baba was sitting on a parapet by the roadside when a sadhu named Balak came and offered pranaam to him. Baba said to Balak, "What's the trouble?" Balak told him that he had been suffering from stomach pain since the previous evening. Baba gave him some of the remaining water from the lota (metal pot) that he used when washing. Balak drank this, and then Baba made him run around. In a little while the pain subsided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same day Pandit Mama also had pain in his stomach. Baba immediately got him admitted to Ramsay Hospital in Nainital and sent his devotees to enquire about his health throughout the day. A devotee asked Baba the reason for according different treatment to Pandit Mama. In reference to Balak, Baba said, "God takes care of the person who has no one to look after him. Pandit is a well-to-do man. He wants good treatment and also expects others to express their sympathy for him."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/you-will-be-ig.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/interrupted-samadhi.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-8290611732137836917?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/8290611732137836917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/8290611732137836917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/one-ailment-different-treatment.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Ry4X9wq8nnI/AAAAAAAABec/6zkDes5GDl0/s72-c/Baba_New_5%2520PP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-7836077541872150675</id><published>2007-01-22T21:26:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T14:03:10.084-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Ry4Yqgq8noI/AAAAAAAABek/FlbzVQcZ3ps/s1600-h/BROR0191.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Ry4Yqgq8noI/AAAAAAAABek/FlbzVQcZ3ps/s400/BROR0191.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129064144225214082"style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Will Be I.G.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Once, when the appointment for the post of I.G. (inspector general) of police was under consideration by the govenment of Uttar Pradesh, Hari Shankar Mathur, a devotee of Maharaj, was the D.I.G. (deputy inspector general). There were six or seven other D.I.G.s who were senior to him. One day Maharaj asked Mathur, "Why haven't you taken charge of the I.G.?" Mathur replied that he was quite junior. Maharaj said, "No, you will be I.G. Go and take charge." The same night Mathur received a letter from the government appointing him I.G.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/desire-for-halwa.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/one-ailment-different-treatment.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-7836077541872150675?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/7836077541872150675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/7836077541872150675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/you-will-be-ig.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Ry4Yqgq8noI/AAAAAAAABek/FlbzVQcZ3ps/s72-c/BROR0191.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-6974269988370573737</id><published>2007-01-22T21:06:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T14:03:23.973-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Ry4bdgq8nrI/AAAAAAAABe8/Qq7sj_bkRsE/s1600-h/baba.JPG"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Ry4bdgq8nrI/AAAAAAAABe8/Qq7sj_bkRsE/s400/baba.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129067219421798066"style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Desire For Halwa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On his way to Kainchi, Iftiqar Hussein bought some mangoes to offer to Baba. One of the mangoes was a peculiar shape, and he had a fancy for it. It came to his mind that Baba could be regarded as an enlightened saint if he gave that particular mango back to him as prasad. He was also aware that Baba gave puris (deep-fried bread) and vegetables to every visitor, which prompted another idea to flash in his mind. His presumptions about Baba being an enlightened saint would be confirmed if Baba gave him warm halwa (Indian pudding) to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Hussein arrived at the ashram, Baba gave instructions for the preparation of halwa. When Iftiqar Hussein arrived, Baba was in his room. After some time the door was opened and everybody went inside. Iftiqar Hussein placed the mangoes at Baba's feet. Baba smiled and at once gave him the mango of his choice. Iftiqar Hussein was amazed and said, "Master, I apologize for my thoughts." Maharaj immediately sent someone to bring the warm halwa and gave it to Iftiqar Hussein to eat. Tears welled up in Iftiqar Hussein's eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/no-discrimination.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/you-will-be-ig.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-6974269988370573737?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/6974269988370573737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/6974269988370573737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/desire-for-halwa.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Ry4bdgq8nrI/AAAAAAAABe8/Qq7sj_bkRsE/s72-c/baba.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-9121975883973448589</id><published>2007-01-22T20:51:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T20:06:08.585-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Ry4cpQq8nsI/AAAAAAAABfE/ZsJ2pCFqyns/s1600-h/Maharaji%2520big%2520toothless%2520smile.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Ry4cpQq8nsI/AAAAAAAABfE/ZsJ2pCFqyns/s400/Maharaji%2520big%2520toothless%2520smile.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129068520796888770"style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No Discrimination&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In an issue of &lt;i&gt;Kadambini&lt;/i&gt;, a Hindi magazine, Dr. R.K. Karoli described his own experience with Baba. He wrote that before going to the hospital one day, he went to the house where Baba was staying. On his way he had thought of taking some bananas for Baba but could not buy any. When he arrived, he had to wait for his turn amongst the other visitors. Meanwhile an industrialist drove up, got out of the car, and walked straight into the room to meet Baba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling that the rich and famous were receiving easy access to the saint, Dr. Karoli was very perturbed. He decided to go back to the hospital to make good use of his time. He was about to leave when a man came up to him and asked if he was Dr. Karoli. When he said yes, the man said that Baba was calling for him. Asking the doctor to accompany him, the man led him to Maharaj, who said, "You have not brought bananas? Come, take these bananas as prasad. You were intending to go back. Listen, I don't discriminate between people."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/bhushans-promotion.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/desire-for-halwa.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-9121975883973448589?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/9121975883973448589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/9121975883973448589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/no-discrimination.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Ry4cpQq8nsI/AAAAAAAABfE/ZsJ2pCFqyns/s72-c/Maharaji%2520big%2520toothless%2520smile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-2601378868585612999</id><published>2007-01-22T19:38:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T14:08:11.095-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Ry4e_Qq8ntI/AAAAAAAABfM/utqCVX63rDU/s1600-h/Profo%2520185.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Ry4e_Qq8ntI/AAAAAAAABfM/utqCVX63rDU/s400/Profo%2520185.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129071097777266386"style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bhushan's Promotion&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bhushan Chandra Joshi was promoted to deputy inspector general of prisons in Uttar Pradesh. He was not at all happy with his promotion. He did not know whether to accept the appointment or not because he had a weak heart and was afraid that too much traveling would be involved. He was confused and could not decide what to do. He went to Kainchi to seek Baba's advice on the matter. When he was at the gate of the ashram, Baba was sitting in his room. Baba said to the devotees present, "Joshi is coming. He thinks he would die of touring duty." They did not understand what he meant. After a short while Joshi ji came into the room, and Baba said to him, "Are you afraid? Will you die of a touring duty? Accept the promotion. You still have to become inspector general." Although there was no chance of him becoming an inspector general (I.G.), or so he thought, he did in time become an additional I.G. and later retired from that post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/not-by-this-bus.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/no-discrimination.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-2601378868585612999?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/2601378868585612999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/2601378868585612999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/bhushans-promotion.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Ry4e_Qq8ntI/AAAAAAAABfM/utqCVX63rDU/s72-c/Profo%2520185.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-3611891482174748127</id><published>2007-01-22T18:41:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T14:08:28.467-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Ry4gZAq8nuI/AAAAAAAABfU/h-ccmBy8Chk/s1600-h/Maharaj-ji_164%2520DAS.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Ry4gZAq8nuI/AAAAAAAABfU/h-ccmBy8Chk/s400/Maharaj-ji_164%2520DAS.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129072639670525666"style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Not By This Bus&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After staying at Kainchi ashram for some time, Shankar Prasad Vyas got ready to return to his home in Varanasi. He decided to go to Kathgodam by bus and went to Baba for his blessings. Maharaj said, "You won't go by this bus," and sent him by another bus the same day. Vyas ji narrated later that he saw the bus that he had originally wanted to travel in along the roadside, where it was lying damaged after having met with an accident. He then understood the significance of Maharaj ji's words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/desire-fulfilled.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/bhushans-promotion.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-3611891482174748127?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/3611891482174748127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/3611891482174748127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/not-by-this-bus.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Ry4gZAq8nuI/AAAAAAAABfU/h-ccmBy8Chk/s72-c/Maharaj-ji_164%2520DAS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-904441680643885739</id><published>2007-01-22T18:14:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T14:08:40.305-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Ry4ieQq8nvI/AAAAAAAABfc/lrW0G3i-JCE/s1600-h/Maharaj-ji_021.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Ry4ieQq8nvI/AAAAAAAABfc/lrW0G3i-JCE/s400/Maharaj-ji_021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129074928888094450"style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Desire Fulfilled&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When I first came to Kainchi, I did not know the ashram way of life, nor was I acquainted with the people there. One day I saw a relative of mine taking a piece of roti (bread) from Maharaj's room. I got curious about it, and he told me that it was called mahaprasad (specially consecrated prasad). I understood that it was the leftover food from Baba's meal, but my desire was not limited to a piece of bread. I thought that I would be very lucky if I got the entire leftovers of his meal without asking for them. The very next morning, after Baba finished his meal, he asked Shakuntala to give me all the leftovers. I did not know Shakuntala then, but she came to my room bringing Baba's thali (plate). She said, "This plateful of Maharaj ji's prasad has been sent for you." Then she gave me the plate, which she had covered with a piece of cloth. I was very surprised and deeply moved. I thought myself very fortunate indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my experience that Baba fulfilled all sorts of desires that arose in my mind, no matter how trivial, whenever I was in Kainchi. Consequently I felt that I was giving a lot of trouble to Baba by desiring things unnecessarily. I resolved not to do so, but when other such occasions arose, I forgot my resolution or found myself hopelessly lacking in determination.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Rajida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/twofold-blessing.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/not-by-this-bus.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-904441680643885739?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/904441680643885739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/904441680643885739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/desire-fulfilled.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Ry4ieQq8nvI/AAAAAAAABfc/lrW0G3i-JCE/s72-c/Maharaj-ji_021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-137754462965031394</id><published>2007-01-22T18:01:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T14:08:52.659-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Ry4jaAq8nwI/AAAAAAAABfk/DeEBBljHmec/s1600-h/Maharaj-ji_027.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Ry4jaAq8nwI/AAAAAAAABfk/DeEBBljHmec/s400/Maharaj-ji_027.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129075955385278210"style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Twofold Blessing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In 1946 Devkamta Dixit ji had Maharaj ji's darshan with his uncle, Durga Shankar Dixit ji, in Nainital. Baba told Devkamta Dixit ji, "Stay with your uncle, do not leave him to get yourself treated by a vaidya [ayurvedic physician] or a doctor. Have a long walk every day and eat a lot of fruit." Dixit ji was surprised when Baba mentioned his illness. He did not place any importance on Baba's instructions, but he did as Baba told him. In fact, doctors had thought that he was suffering from a serious illness, but after further tests they found it was no longer the case. He recovered quickly and continued to maintain a close relationship with his uncle, who unexpectedly gave him the management of Budhwal Sugar Mills. In this way Baba blessed him twofold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/freed-from-worry.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/desire-fulfilled.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-137754462965031394?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/137754462965031394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/137754462965031394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/twofold-blessing.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Ry4jaAq8nwI/AAAAAAAABfk/DeEBBljHmec/s72-c/Maharaj-ji_027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-3248285264713364592</id><published>2007-01-22T17:45:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T14:09:05.855-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Ry5WmQq8nxI/AAAAAAAABfs/uookTYjyf84/s1600-h/Maharajiqus%2520thakat%2520in%2520Bhumiadar%2520Ashram%252005.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Ry5WmQq8nxI/AAAAAAAABfs/uookTYjyf84/s400/Maharajiqus%2520thakat%2520in%2520Bhumiadar%2520Ashram%252005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129132240931692306"style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Freed From Worry&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Once, while Pooran Chandra Joshi was attending Maharaj, he stayed in Bhumiadhar ashram for about fifteen continuous days. During this time he did not even think of his family or his office. Some people suggested to his wife that he might intend to become a sadhu. They said she should inform other members of the family so that they could have a timely word with him to deter him from this course. She did not believe that her husband would ever become a sadhu, and she did not want to involve other family members unnecessarily. She was, however, worried about him. The very next day Baba came to their house from Bhumiadhar and said to her, "You think that your husband will become a sadhu? Don't worry about it. If he could become a sadhu, I would have immersed you in bliss."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/unusual-way-of-showering-grace.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/twofold-blessing.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-3248285264713364592?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/3248285264713364592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/3248285264713364592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/freed-from-worry.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Ry5WmQq8nxI/AAAAAAAABfs/uookTYjyf84/s72-c/Maharajiqus%2520thakat%2520in%2520Bhumiadar%2520Ashram%252005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-6256132936774304158</id><published>2007-01-22T14:53:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T14:09:23.805-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Ry5baAq8nyI/AAAAAAAABf0/9HODajI16s4/s1600-h/M-05-0093.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Ry5baAq8nyI/AAAAAAAABf0/9HODajI16s4/s400/M-05-0093.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129137528036433698"style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;An Unusual Way of Showing Grace&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At Church Lane, Sudhir Mukerjee once showed Baba a calendar from Lucknow depicting Hanuman deep in meditation of Lord Ram. Seeing it, Maharaj said, "Hanuman ji is absorbed in meditative bliss and so am I. Get it framed tomorrow and keep it in the nearby almirah." I suggested that the picture be placed there the next day accompanied by the recitation of the Sundarkand and the Hanuman Chalisa. Baba agreed and leaving the task to me, asked me not to tell anyone about it. It is not clear how and from where many people gathered there on that auspicious occasion since it was not publicized in any way. The bhandara lasted until midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this celebration I longed to have the same calendar to provide a focus for worship. I looked for it in vain in Allahabad and again when I went home to Lucknow. One day my nephew saw the same calendar in the house of Dr. Har Narayan Singh, a lecturer at D.A.V. Degree College in Lucknow. My nephew asked Dr. Singh to give the calendar to me, but Dr. Singh said, "I myself am a devotee of Hanuman. I cannot part with this picture of my deity." That night Hanuman ji appeared in Dr. Singh's dream and ordered him to give his picture, the calendar, to me in the morning. He also told him that the outcome of my worship would also accrue to him. The next day while I was reading the morning paper in the living room of my home, Dr. Singh arrived and introduced himself to me. He gave me the calendar and told me about his dream. Thanking Dr. Singh, I was overwhelmed by Baba's grace. I understood that my desire was not hidden from Maharaj and that it was he who gave darshan to Dr. Singh in the form of Hanuman. After all, he himself is Hanuman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Rajida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/unexpected-visit.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/freed-from-worry.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-6256132936774304158?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/6256132936774304158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/6256132936774304158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/unusual-way-of-showering-grace.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Ry5baAq8nyI/AAAAAAAABf0/9HODajI16s4/s72-c/M-05-0093.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-4814508316186680336</id><published>2007-01-22T14:06:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T14:09:36.427-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Ry5t1gq8n0I/AAAAAAAABgE/n8G2M-QPqF4/s1600-h/M-05-0116.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Ry5t1gq8n0I/AAAAAAAABgE/n8G2M-QPqF4/s400/M-05-0116.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129157791692136258"style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;An Unexpected Visit&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I practice homeopathy from my home, and patients with chronic diseases would occasionally come to me and tell me that Baba Neeb Karori had sent them for treatment. I attended them, and they would be cured. It surprised me to notice that my medicines worked better on the patients sent by Baba than on other patients. I did not know Baba, nor had I ever seen him. Although I had a keen desire to meet him, it was not possible for me to leave my work to look for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day a robust man with bare feet entered my room when his turn came. He was wearing a dhoti and had a blanket wrapped over his shoulder. Without any formal introduction, he stood before me. When I asked him what his problem was, he told me that he had a burning sensation in the palms of his hands. I asked him a few questions to help with the diagnosis, but he did not give specific answers and then said, "Give me any medicine that comes to your mind." I was rather disturbed by this and asked him to report back to me on the fourth day. He said, "What will this small quantity of medicine do? Give me a larger quantity. I am going away and will not come back." Then he asked the man who was with him to give me twenty rupees. From his appearance and his way of talking, I guessed that he was a sadhu baba. Being busy at the time, however, it did not come to my mind that he might be Baba Neeb Karori. I filled a bottle with the medicine and gave it to him. In spite of my saying that I did not charge sadhus for medicines, the man with him put two ten-rupee notes on my table. They took the medicine and left. I immediately put that money in the charity box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next patient entered the room. After the usual exchange of greetings, he said to me, "Do you know the man who just went out of your room?" When I said that I did not, he told me that it was Baba Neeb Karori. I was stunned that such a great being had sat waiting for his turn two hours. My conscience pricked me, for I did not show him due respect because of my ignorance. I went outside to look for him, but he was nowhere to be seen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Dr. Brahma Swarup Saxena, Allahabad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/peace-in-family.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/unusual-way-of-showering-grace.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-4814508316186680336?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/4814508316186680336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/4814508316186680336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/unexpected-visit.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Ry5t1gq8n0I/AAAAAAAABgE/n8G2M-QPqF4/s72-c/M-05-0116.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-4021127285780367419</id><published>2007-01-22T13:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T14:09:51.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Ry9QwQq8n3I/AAAAAAAABgc/B_ByQrGairo/s1600-h/Maharaji%2520Kainchi%25202.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Ry9QwQq8n3I/AAAAAAAABgc/B_ByQrGairo/s400/Maharaji%2520Kainchi%25202.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129407290637328242"style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Peace In the Family&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ram Narain Sinha's parents had died, and while he treated his two young stepbrothers like his sons, both of them harbored ill feelings towards him. In spite of the fact that there was electricity in the house, one day they quarrelled with Ram Narain's wife over a kerosine lamp. They told her that the lamp had belonged to their father, so it was theirs. This lamp was very dear to Sinha's father, and Sinha had kept it carefully as a momento. On his return from work, he heard about the harshness of his brothers and was deeply hurt. He gave the lamp to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that very moment Baba stepped into their house. Sinha did not know him nor had he ever seen him before, but such was the impact of Baba's presence that he bowed before him. Baba called both boys to him and severely reprimanded them. He made them apologize and bow at the feet of their elder brother. He also made them say that they would respect him not only as their brother but also as their father. Having restored peace to the family, Baba went outside where his devotees were waiting for him. Sinha went outside with him and learned from the waiting devotees that Baba was Neeb Karori Maharaj. Sinha has been a devotee ever since.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/peace-to-restless-mind.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/unexpected-visit.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-4021127285780367419?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/4021127285780367419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/4021127285780367419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/peace-in-family.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Ry9QwQq8n3I/AAAAAAAABgc/B_ByQrGairo/s72-c/Maharaji%2520Kainchi%25202.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-4927687610422443270</id><published>2007-01-22T13:41:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T14:10:05.275-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Ry9P0wq8n2I/AAAAAAAABgU/cypv3oRF4z8/s1600-h/Maharaji%2520sitting%2520with%2520folded%2520hands.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Ry9P0wq8n2I/AAAAAAAABgU/cypv3oRF4z8/s400/Maharaji%2520sitting%2520with%2520folded%2520hands.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129406268435111778"style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Peace to a Restless Mind&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My future wife's aunt was making the arrangements for our marriage at her house. She was very worried because she did not have enough money for it and could not find a way to solve the problem. It is said that saints are moved by the distress of others. The family members were devotees of Maharaj, and one day he arrived at her house. Just before he was about to go, he said to her, "Why do you worry about money? Look into that box of yours. You have kept money in it." When Baba had gone, she thought about how he knew that she kept money in a box. She knew how much money was inside, so she was not eager to open it. She left it for a while and then thought again about the circumstances. When she went to open the box, she was simply amazed to find it full of money. Baba's compassion moved her deeply. There was nothing more needed, and the wedding arrangements went ahead smoothly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Ramesh Chandra Pandey, Barot, Meerut&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/grudge-against-baba.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/peace-in-family.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-4927687610422443270?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/4927687610422443270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/4927687610422443270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/peace-to-restless-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Ry9P0wq8n2I/AAAAAAAABgU/cypv3oRF4z8/s72-c/Maharaji%2520sitting%2520with%2520folded%2520hands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-997381856186324387</id><published>2007-01-22T13:32:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T14:10:19.717-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Ry9SEwq8n4I/AAAAAAAABgk/ZJwz2wtZff4/s1600-h/Maharaj-ji_017.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Ry9SEwq8n4I/AAAAAAAABgk/ZJwz2wtZff4/s400/Maharaj-ji_017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129408742336274306"style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Grudge Against Baba&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;An aimless, unemployed youth came to meet Baba one day. Baba took pity on him and got him a good job through people present at the time. He also spoke to members of the boy's family and arranged for his marriage into a good family. Baba gave him the opportunity to lead a happy and comfortable life. After getting the job, the youth increased his expenses to such an extent that he became distressed. His family became a burden to him, and he lost the ability to think rationally. He blamed Baba for his marriage and held a grudge against him. One day on the pretext of having darshan, he went into Baba's room at the house of Mehrotra ji in Lucknow. As soon as Baba saw him, he put his blanket aside and baring his chest said, "Kill me if you want to." The youth was stunned to see the expression on Baba's face and at the exposure of his own thoughts. Holding him by the hand, a devotee immediately took him outside and asked him what the matter was. The man confessed that Baba had revealed his true motive. He felt utterly humiliated and left with his head bowed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/significance-of-his-command.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/peace-to-restless-mind.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-997381856186324387?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/997381856186324387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/997381856186324387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/grudge-against-baba.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Ry9SEwq8n4I/AAAAAAAABgk/ZJwz2wtZff4/s72-c/Maharaj-ji_017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-4365214000534145873</id><published>2007-01-22T13:18:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T14:10:37.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Ry9S0Qq8n5I/AAAAAAAABgs/LrQRATObFC4/s1600-h/Maharaj-ji_031.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Ry9S0Qq8n5I/AAAAAAAABgs/LrQRATObFC4/s400/Maharaj-ji_031.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129409558380060562"style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Significance of His Command&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Maharaj was at Church Lane when a woman from Jagati Niwas, Colonelganj, came for his darshan. Seeing her, he said, "Are you well?" The woman, who seemed to be healthy, answered, "Baba, I am quite well." He at once said, "Consult the lady Dr. Barar and complete the treatment she suggests. Don't worry about money. I shall give money. Her fee is sixteen rupees." The woman then said, "I am healthy. I don't require any treatment." Baba did not agree with her and said, "It is my command. Won't you carry it out? When your legs fail you, even the members of your family will not care about you." Hearing his words, the woman got scared. She could not discuss it with her family, for she felt healthy. As it was imperative to obey Baba, she went to see Dr. Barar without telling them. Dr. Barar checked her thoroughly and told her that because she had come early for examination, her condition could be cured with a long course of treatment. Maharaj saved her from intense agony in the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/his-words-came-true.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/grudge-against-baba.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-4365214000534145873?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/4365214000534145873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/4365214000534145873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/significance-of-his-command.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Ry9S0Qq8n5I/AAAAAAAABgs/LrQRATObFC4/s72-c/Maharaj-ji_031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-7088074396125828433</id><published>2007-01-22T11:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T14:10:50.591-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RzMTyPKS3QI/AAAAAAAABhM/uccJtzGQa4g/s1600-h/0005.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RzMTyPKS3QI/AAAAAAAABhM/uccJtzGQa4g/s400/0005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130466154289224962"style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;His Words Came True&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In 1930 Jagdev Singh Vohra of Rai Bareilly was sent from Quetta to Rajput Centre for training and stayed with Ram Singh. One day Ram Singh took him to Baba. As soon as Baba saw them, he told Ram Singh, "He has come from Quetta. He worships Shiva. You retire, take your pension, and leave your post for him." After completing his training, Jagdev Singh went back to Quetta, and eventually all that Baba said took place. Although there were many subedars senior to him, Jagdev was promoted to the rank of subedar major and transferred to Fatehgarh Centre, where he took over from Subedar Major Ram Singh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/opportunity-to-serve.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/significance-of-his-command.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-7088074396125828433?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/7088074396125828433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/7088074396125828433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/his-words-came-true.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RzMTyPKS3QI/AAAAAAAABhM/uccJtzGQa4g/s72-c/0005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-8470581693856912239</id><published>2007-01-22T11:31:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T14:11:02.707-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RzMUN_KS3RI/AAAAAAAABhU/POLPx1W02yA/s1600-h/Maharaji%2520standing.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RzMUN_KS3RI/AAAAAAAABhU/POLPx1W02yA/s400/Maharaji%2520standing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130466631030594834"style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;An Opportunity to Serve&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Whenever Baba moved from one place to another, devotees got busy preparing for the journey. Someone would get his car filled with petrol; another would buy railway tickets for him and the people accompanying him. A devotee in Allahabad once made up his mind to buy Baba a railway ticket. When Maharaj got ready to leave Allahabad, the devotee kept some money in his pocket and went with Baba to Prayag station. When they got there, the devotee followed Baba but hesitated to ask him if he could buy his ticket. Baba turned to him and said, "You are carrying money in your pocket. Why don't you buy a ticket?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/seasonal-fruit.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/his-words-came-true.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-8470581693856912239?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/8470581693856912239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/8470581693856912239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/opportunity-to-serve.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RzMUN_KS3RI/AAAAAAAABhU/POLPx1W02yA/s72-c/Maharaji%2520standing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-2692565254795738789</id><published>2007-01-22T11:27:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T14:11:15.442-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RzMYI_KS3TI/AAAAAAAABhk/-4UOJKOek6c/s1600-h/BROR0205.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RzMYI_KS3TI/AAAAAAAABhk/-4UOJKOek6c/s400/BROR0205.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130470943177760050"style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Seasonal Fruit&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Shankar Prasad Vyas of Varanasi was sitting in his room at Kainchi ashram involved in a discussion about fruit. He said he had eaten all kinds of fruit, but he had not eaten a mango since his arrival. Sometime later he went into the temple area and saw Baba sitting in his room. Baba saw him and at once said, "You didn't get mangoes to eat?" Shankar Prasad felt petty and sat quietly by Baba. After a while a devotee arrived with a basketful of mangoes and offered it to Baba. Baba asked an attendant who was standing nearby to carry the basket to Vyas' room. With folded hands Vyas ji humbly said, "Baba, I was talking casually about mangoes in my room. What shall I do with so many mangoes?" He then picked up a few mangoes from the basket and raised them to his head in reverence. Baba looked at him, smiling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/disregarding-babas-instructions.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/opportunity-to-serve.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-2692565254795738789?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/2692565254795738789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/2692565254795738789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/seasonal-fruit.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RzMYI_KS3TI/AAAAAAAABhk/-4UOJKOek6c/s72-c/BROR0205.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-4033275228833326853</id><published>2007-01-22T10:57:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T14:12:11.068-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RzMYpfKS3UI/AAAAAAAABhs/m4ImiQKYiS8/s1600-h/Maharaji%2520and%2520Lama%2520Govinda%2520and%2520Lee%2520Gotami.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RzMYpfKS3UI/AAAAAAAABhs/m4ImiQKYiS8/s400/Maharaji%2520and%2520Lama%2520Govinda%2520and%2520Lee%2520Gotami.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130471501523508546"style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disregarding Baba's Instructions&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ganga Prasad Shastri was very devoted to Baba. One day he asked Baba whether his sadhana would be accomplished. Baba replied, "Pandit, you have Hanuman's complete grace with you. There is no need for you to do anymore sadhana now. If you do, you will have problems." Shastri thought that Baba said this because he was old. He felt he was quite strong and undertook another arduous spiritual sadhana. In a small accident he fractured his pelvis and could no longer move about independently. Whenever he remembered Baba, he would say, "Baba gave me good advice, which I ignored. I would not have suffered in this manner if I had followed his advice." He died in this helpless state.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/warning.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/seasonal-fruit.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-4033275228833326853?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/4033275228833326853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/4033275228833326853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/disregarding-babas-instructions.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RzMYpfKS3UI/AAAAAAAABhs/m4ImiQKYiS8/s72-c/Maharaji%2520and%2520Lama%2520Govinda%2520and%2520Lee%2520Gotami.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-7010606318233544024</id><published>2007-01-22T10:49:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T14:12:26.239-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RzMXp_KS3SI/AAAAAAAABhc/fEFFPBRzSHs/s1600-h/Maharaj-ji_048.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RzMXp_KS3SI/AAAAAAAABhc/fEFFPBRzSHs/s400/Maharaj-ji_048.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130470410601815330"style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Warning&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A Muslim constable named Haji did sentry duty at the gate of Kainchi ashram. One day he went for Baba's darshan before starting his work, as he usually did. Maharaj said with a smile, "Haji, it is a bad day for you. Don't leave your duty. Don't go anywhere." Haji bowed before him and went away to his duty. Later he forgot Baba's warning and leaving the gate, walked towards the bus stand. On the way he slipped on a banana peel and fell down. He fractured his arm and was sent to the hospital. He regretted that he did not pay attention to Baba's warning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/not-to-marry.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/disregarding-babas-instructions.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-7010606318233544024?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/7010606318233544024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/7010606318233544024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/warning.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RzMXp_KS3SI/AAAAAAAABhc/fEFFPBRzSHs/s72-c/Maharaj-ji_048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-2017892320556740583</id><published>2007-01-22T10:34:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T14:12:40.195-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RyiSOAq8nUI/AAAAAAAABcE/vsfAfTSWSh8/s1600-h/M-05-0163.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RyiSOAq8nUI/AAAAAAAABcE/vsfAfTSWSh8/s400/M-05-0163.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127508945157266754"style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Not to Marry&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The marriage of a girl in Ramesh Chandra Pandey's family could not be settled, and everyone was worried about it. The astrologer who read her horoscope said that she would be married in the thirty-second year of her life. A marriage was arranged for her that year, and all the preparations for it were underway. One day Baba arrived quite unexpectedly. Everyone in the house came to do pranaam to him. When the girl bowed to him in reverence, Maharaj said to her, "Do not get married." Nobody understood the significance of his words, so they were taken lightly. She was married as arranged. Five months later her husband died, and she became a widow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/resisting-babas-influence.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/warning.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-2017892320556740583?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/2017892320556740583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/2017892320556740583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/not-to-marry.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RyiSOAq8nUI/AAAAAAAABcE/vsfAfTSWSh8/s72-c/M-05-0163.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-8514801600883969148</id><published>2007-01-22T09:49:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T20:09:11.595-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Rzj-d_KS30I/AAAAAAAABmU/wbrDYuAJyXg/s1600-h/0169.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Rzj-d_KS30I/AAAAAAAABmU/wbrDYuAJyXg/s400/0169.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132131566512955202" style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Resisting Baba's Influence&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I first heard about Baba while I was teaching in Ghorakhal. One day in 1966 I decided to go for his darshan. As soon as I went into Maharaj ji's kuti, he said, "Come, Srivastava, come." and told the devotees present, "He belongs to Ayodhya. His father works in the Water Works Department." Considering I had never met him before, I was surprised and impressed by his words. After that I went to Kainchi ashram to see him often, and each time the impression he left on me deepened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My guru had initiated me into the Nanak Shahi mantra, and I recited it every day. Once, when I came to Kainchi to see Baba, I deliberately sat behind other visitors. I was having his darshan and simultaneously reciting my guru mantra. Baba called me to him again and again and gave me fruit. After taking prasad from him, I returned to my place each time and started to repeat my mantra. At one point I said to him, "Baba, you are giving me all the fruit." Thereupon Baba smiled and whispered, "Because you were testing me. Now you go." Baba knew what was in my mind. I did not want to leave his company, but at the same time I wanted to restrain his influence on me because I was afraid that it might lessen my devotion to my own guru.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-R.C. Srivastava, Khochan, Ayodhya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/02/consequence-of-disobedience.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/not-to-marry.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-8514801600883969148?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/8514801600883969148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/8514801600883969148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/resisting-babas-influence.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Rzj-d_KS30I/AAAAAAAABmU/wbrDYuAJyXg/s72-c/0169.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-1932925869734251836</id><published>2007-01-22T09:40:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T14:13:19.417-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Rx4PtWEMesI/AAAAAAAABS0/6jkaz9GaTUA/s1600-h/Img0002%2520Brown%2520and%2520tan%2520blanket%2520RTandrs%252010.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Rx4PtWEMesI/AAAAAAAABS0/6jkaz9GaTUA/s400/Img0002%2520Brown%2520and%2520tan%2520blanket%2520RTandrs%252010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124550697685908162" style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Consequence of Disobedience&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At Hanumangarh, Maharaj once told his devotee Bhagwati Prasad, "Go and recite Hanuman Chalisa before Hanuman ji and do not go anywhere else." Just then the Raja of Kashipur's car arrived for Baba, and he left. After Baba's departure other devotees also started leaving. Since Bhagwati Prasad did not want to stay at Hanumangarh on his own, he ignored Baba's words and went with them. On the way a huge stone came rolling down the mountainside onto the road. Bhagwati Prasad was hurt, but the others remained unharmed. He was immediately admitted to Ramsay Hospital in Nainital.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/roadside-darshan.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/resisting-babas-influence.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-1932925869734251836?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/1932925869734251836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/1932925869734251836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/02/consequence-of-disobedience.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Rx4PtWEMesI/AAAAAAAABS0/6jkaz9GaTUA/s72-c/Img0002%2520Brown%2520and%2520tan%2520blanket%2520RTandrs%252010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-8383789016776092511</id><published>2007-01-22T09:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T14:13:35.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RzkkxPKS3-I/AAAAAAAABng/6oY8AQMPmOk/s1600-h/90186.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RzkkxPKS3-I/AAAAAAAABng/6oY8AQMPmOk/s400/90186.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132173678667292642" style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Roadside Darshan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kainchi was on my bus route, so I had seen the construction of the temple and ashram. There was always a crowd of devotees there, and I always drove past. I never went to have Baba's darshan because I could not leave the bus. The Bhumiadhar temple had been constructed earlier and was also on my route. One day while I was driving to Ganai via Bhumiadhar, I saw a large crowd along the way and heard that Baba Neeb Karori was there. I could not stop to have his darshan for the same reason. I consoled myself, thinking that highly enlightened saints are the images of God, therefore, if Baba was an enlightened soul, he would know my feelings and give me darshan on his own. The very next morning, while I was driving past the ashram on my way back to Bareilly, Baba was standing alone at a turn in the road as if he had been waiting for me. I immediately stopped, got off the bus, and did pranaam to him. Baba asked, "Where are you going?" and without waiting for a reply said, "You should never bother a sadhu in this way, understand?" I apologized for my mistake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Sardar Ranjeet Singh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/cook-again.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/02/consequence-of-disobedience.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-8383789016776092511?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/8383789016776092511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/8383789016776092511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/roadside-darshan.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RzkkxPKS3-I/AAAAAAAABng/6oY8AQMPmOk/s72-c/90186.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-6692393091182302746</id><published>2007-01-21T19:58:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T14:13:50.448-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RzkmJfKS3_I/AAAAAAAABno/K1p-6jslm68/s1600-h/130%2520-%2520BRCD1%2520RTvc.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RzkmJfKS3_I/AAAAAAAABno/K1p-6jslm68/s400/130%2520-%2520BRCD1%2520RTvc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132175194790748146" style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cook Again&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One morning at about 10 o'clock, Maharaj and some devotees arrived in Bareilly by train and went to the house of Dr. Bhandari. Dr. Bhandari gave everyone lunch, and after some time Baba said, "Clean the dining table and cook food again for seven people." Baba was obeyed, and everyone waited for the guests. Before evening Prem Lal arrived from Lucknow with his family. He had not told Baba about his visit, nor had he informed Dr. Bhandari. He was surprised and happy to see Baba at the house. The family came to know that Baba had already asked that a meal be prepared for them. Baba's consideration made them realize how much he loved them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/giving-test.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/roadside-darshan.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-6692393091182302746?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/6692393091182302746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/6692393091182302746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/cook-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RzkmJfKS3_I/AAAAAAAABno/K1p-6jslm68/s72-c/130%2520-%2520BRCD1%2520RTvc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-2307779365410899492</id><published>2007-01-21T19:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T14:14:02.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RzknoPKS4BI/AAAAAAAABn0/mt0wie9WrjA/s1600-h/90184.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RzknoPKS4BI/AAAAAAAABn0/mt0wie9WrjA/s400/90184.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132176822583353362" style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Giving a Test&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;One day Baba was sitting in a closed room at Radhay Shyam's house with some members of the family when someone knocked at the door. Radhay Shyam did not like any disturbances during Baba's darshan. He was also aware of Baba's supernatural powers, so before opening the door, he asked, "Baba, who is it?" Smilingly, Baba asked, "Are you testing me?" and went on to say, "He is the brother of Badshah, the advocate. He works at Solan. His wife has TB, and sitting by her bedside at night, he weeps." On opening the door, the man who entered introduced himself as Baba had said and then entreated Baba for his blessings to rid his wife of her disease.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/testing-maharaj.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/cook-again.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-2307779365410899492?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/2307779365410899492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/2307779365410899492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/giving-test.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RzknoPKS4BI/AAAAAAAABn0/mt0wie9WrjA/s72-c/90184.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-7320415955506970717</id><published>2007-01-21T19:49:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T14:14:18.418-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RzkogfKS4CI/AAAAAAAABn8/bSYDDqBjxf4/s1600-h/0175.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RzkogfKS4CI/AAAAAAAABn8/bSYDDqBjxf4/s400/0175.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132177788950994978" style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Testing Maharaj&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We were having tea with a dentist at Indra Pharmacy in Nainital when we learned that Maharaj had arrived in Bhumiadhar. The dentist proposed that we go and give Maharaj a test. He prepared some questions concerning turiyavastha (one of the highest states of samadhi in which the individual self merges with the universal self), and we took a bus to Bhumiadhar. Baba usually ignored people who came to test him, and we were also treated with a befitting indifference. Since Baba's room was full of devotees and visitors, we did not find any room inside to sit. We offered pranaam to him from the door and sitting on the shoes that lay scattered outside, had his darshan from there. Baba looked at us once. Without saying anything to us, he asked one of his devotees to read out of the Yogavashistha. The devotee opened the book at random and started reading from that page. Whatever he read was the complete answer to my friend's unasked questions. We had nothing in our hearts but the utmost reverence for Baba's supernatural powers. Having offered pranaam to him again, we returned to Nainital. The dentist later became a sadhu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Dr. Ramlal Sah, Haldwani&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/go-test-is-over.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/giving-test.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-7320415955506970717?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/7320415955506970717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/7320415955506970717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/testing-maharaj.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RzkogfKS4CI/AAAAAAAABn8/bSYDDqBjxf4/s72-c/0175.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-5072520699308577777</id><published>2007-01-21T19:43:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T14:14:29.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Rzko9fKS4DI/AAAAAAAABoE/WNS0mJaUczg/s1600-h/0191.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Rzko9fKS4DI/AAAAAAAABoE/WNS0mJaUczg/s400/0191.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132178287167201330" style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Go, the Test Is Over&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Godawari went to Kainchi to see Baba one day and saw him giving out mangoes. There was a small packet of cloves among them. When all the mangoes had been distributed, Baba picked up that packet. He told the visitors who brought the mangoes, "You, husband and wife, quarrel a lot. The wife should attend to her husband and the husband should not lose his temper unnecessarily." Then, giving the husband the packet containing the cloves, Baba said, "Yesterday at your house you were talking about giving me a test. Now go, the test is over." They put that little packet of cloves there deliberately to test Baba.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/he-knew-everyone.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/testing-maharaj.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-5072520699308577777?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/5072520699308577777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/5072520699308577777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/go-test-is-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Rzko9fKS4DI/AAAAAAAABoE/WNS0mJaUczg/s72-c/0191.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-911171736458851965</id><published>2007-01-21T19:37:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T14:14:51.673-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Rzm00PKS4II/AAAAAAAABos/ne7enZpwQx4/s1600-h/123%2520-%2520BRCD1%2520RT.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Rzm00PKS4II/AAAAAAAABos/ne7enZpwQx4/s400/123%2520-%2520BRCD1%2520RT.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132332059881300098"style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;He Knew Everyone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A couple came into the room while I was sitting with Maharaj at Church Lane in Allahabad. Glancing at Baba, the man looked around the room for a chair to sit on. Not seeing one, he sat on the floor with great difficulty. He completely forgot to pay his respects to Baba or to greet him, but his wife touched Baba's feet with great devotion. Baba asked the man, "What name?" The man thought for a little while and replied, "Baba, you would not be able to know me by name?" He had hardly finished his sentence when Baba all of a sudden asked, "How is your aunt from Park Road, Allahabad, feeling now?" The man was taken aback and looked at Baba in astonishment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Rajida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/peace-and-comfort-beyond-imagination.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/go-test-is-over.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-911171736458851965?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/911171736458851965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/911171736458851965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/he-knew-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Rzm00PKS4II/AAAAAAAABos/ne7enZpwQx4/s72-c/123%2520-%2520BRCD1%2520RT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-4955426565495311560</id><published>2007-01-21T19:01:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T14:15:04.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Rzm0FvKS4HI/AAAAAAAABok/Vjr9VzRUALE/s1600-h/90192.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Rzm0FvKS4HI/AAAAAAAABok/Vjr9VzRUALE/s400/90192.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132331261017383026"style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Peace and Comfort Beyond Imagination&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One day in Kainchi, Maharaj ji asked for puris and vegetables to be prepared throughout the night. Nobody understood the purpose of Baba's order since there was no festival at the ashram. Nevertheless, many hundreds of kilos of puris were fried. The next day prasad was distributed as usual and much of the food remained. The workers were worried that such a large quantity of food would go to waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards evening a bus went out of control because of some mechanical defect and collided with the parapet of the road just outside the ashram. Its front wheels slipped onto a steep slope, and the bus came to rest in such a way that it blocked the traffic on both sides. About one hundred and fifty buses were stranded. Darkness soon fell on the Kainchi valley, and there seemed to be no way out of the situation. In those days there were no shops in the village except for a small tea stall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The passengers were planning to spend a cold night in the buses with nothing to eat when Baba sent for everyone and gave them hot tea and plenty of food. The women and children were provided with bedding and accommodated in the ashram. The men were given blankets so that they could spend the night in the buses and keep watch on their luggage. The passengers were amazed and grateful. The comforts and facilities provided to them in that lonely place at that odd hour were totally unexpected.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/go-away-from-here.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/he-knew-everyone.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-4955426565495311560?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/4955426565495311560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/4955426565495311560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/peace-and-comfort-beyond-imagination.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Rzm0FvKS4HI/AAAAAAAABok/Vjr9VzRUALE/s72-c/90192.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-2018225605656891863</id><published>2007-01-21T18:47:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T14:15:16.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RzkpovKS4FI/AAAAAAAABoU/ecvqzVm2mto/s1600-h/90199.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RzkpovKS4FI/AAAAAAAABoU/ecvqzVm2mto/s400/90199.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132179030196543570" style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Go Away From Here&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After attending a meeting of the Public Accounts Committee in Ranikhet, Minister Jagan Prasad Rawat went to have Baba's darshan at Bhumiadhar along with many other people. Maharaj gave them a lot of prasad, and while the minister wanted to stay with Baba for some time longer, all of a sudden Baba said, "Go away. Go away from here immediately." The minister followed his instructions and went to Nainital. Hardly had he sat down in his room when there was a severe earthquake. If he had delayed in following Baba's instructions, anything could have happened on the way, for the consequences of an earthquake in the hill region were often devastating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/present-on-call.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/peace-and-comfort-beyond-imagination.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-2018225605656891863?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/2018225605656891863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/2018225605656891863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/go-away-from-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RzkpovKS4FI/AAAAAAAABoU/ecvqzVm2mto/s72-c/90199.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-8777027265202760896</id><published>2007-01-21T18:35:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T14:15:28.919-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Rzkp-vKS4GI/AAAAAAAABoc/GEYRnJQy-z0/s1600-h/0195.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Rzkp-vKS4GI/AAAAAAAABoc/GEYRnJQy-z0/s400/0195.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132179408153665634" style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Present On Call&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One day Maharaj ji arrived at the house of Devkamta Dixit ji in Kanpur. Before 4 a.m. the next morning they both left by car for Prayag, Allahabad. It was very foggy and visibility was poor. Feeling that it was too early to travel, Dixit ji suggested that they spend more time in Kanpur. Baba didn't say anything, so the car continued on for another two kilometers. Near Chakeri, Baba suddenly directed the driver to drive through the gates leading to a bungalow. As soon as the car entered, Hiralal Sah "Habba" came out to welcome Baba. Overwhelmed by love and joy, he said, "Baba, when I woke up, I remembered you. It was my keen desire to have your darshan today."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/prasad-for-tewari.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/go-away-from-here.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-8777027265202760896?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/8777027265202760896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/8777027265202760896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/present-on-call.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Rzkp-vKS4GI/AAAAAAAABoc/GEYRnJQy-z0/s72-c/0195.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-8329665358149096460</id><published>2007-01-21T18:27:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T14:15:39.225-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RzkZ8fKS33I/AAAAAAAABms/ChOZr98_1LI/s1600-h/KC%2520Tewari%2520in%2520white%2520fnum8202D2.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RzkZ8fKS33I/AAAAAAAABms/ChOZr98_1LI/s400/KC%2520Tewari%2520in%2520white%2520fnum8202D2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132161777312915314"style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prasad For Tewari&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One day Bhuvan Chandra Tewari, a clerk at the Roadways bus station in Bhowali, was sent to replace another worker at the Brewery station. He left home without having anything to eat that day and was so busy at the station that he continued working on an empty stomach. Maharaj was in Bhumiadhar and could not bear a devotee going hungry. At about 2 p.m. he sent a basket packed full of puris and spicy potatoes for Tewari with a bus conductor going via Bhumiadhar to Brewery. Tewari felt Baba's kind-heartedness and shared that prasad with everyone there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/exam-results.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/present-on-call.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-8329665358149096460?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/8329665358149096460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/8329665358149096460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/prasad-for-tewari.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RzkZ8fKS33I/AAAAAAAABms/ChOZr98_1LI/s72-c/KC%2520Tewari%2520in%2520white%2520fnum8202D2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-8611604995021220197</id><published>2007-01-21T18:09:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T14:15:49.641-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RzkhyvKS35I/AAAAAAAABm4/9lqASEvjxyo/s1600-h/0179.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RzkhyvKS35I/AAAAAAAABm4/9lqASEvjxyo/s400/0179.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132170405902213010"style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Exam Results&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My cousin had seen Baba many times and had heard talk of his lila every day at home. He was worried after taking his high school exam and thought that he should visit Baba to know of his results before they were released. He went to Kainchi ashram and told Baba about his concern. Like a child, Baba at once said, "You will fail." The way he spoke was convincing enough, but the boy could not persuade himself to accept the truth of the words. Realizing that it was an utterance of a saint, he was even more worried. He thought about it for days, and finally, presuming that Baba would have forgotten what he said, the boy went back to Kainchi to ask him the same question again. This time Baba said straightaway, "You will pass." The reply pleased the boy, but the thought that Baba had initially said "fail" and then "pass" put him in a quandary. After a gap of several days he went to Kainchi again and asked the same question for the third time. This time Baba said "fail." Hearing the word "fail" twice from Baba, the boy became sad. Baba said to his devotees, "Even the wisest have not been able to fathom me, how can this boy do so?" The boy failed. His name was published for a supplementary exam, and he got through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Rajida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/last-exam.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/prasad-for-tewari.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-8611604995021220197?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/8611604995021220197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/8611604995021220197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/exam-results.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RzkhyvKS35I/AAAAAAAABm4/9lqASEvjxyo/s72-c/0179.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-3203771566219220009</id><published>2007-01-21T18:00:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T14:16:02.629-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RzkkU_KS39I/AAAAAAAABnY/Ymn1K3ZMz7Y/s1600-h/0212.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RzkkU_KS39I/AAAAAAAABnY/Ymn1K3ZMz7Y/s400/0212.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132173193335988178"style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Last Exam&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mahendra Singh of Bareilly came to Kainchi with his father in 1965. As their bus was driving through the hilly region on the way to the ashram, Mahendra told his father that the journey would have been more enjoyable on a motorbike. No more was said. His father was taking him to see Baba to have his blessings for a successful result in his exams. The boy had failed for the last two years. Just after having Baba's darshan, the boy's father brought up the topic of the exams. Baba immediately said, "He won't study. He will drive a motorbike." Hearing this, Mahendra Singh was astonished as he remembered what he had said to his father on the way to Kainchi. When his father entreated favor, Baba said, "I won't tell a lie. Let me ask Hanuman ji." Immediately after that Baba said, "He will get through the examination this time. But for the future, I say nothing." Mahendra Singh said, "I knew very well what I wrote in the exam, but I was declared pass anyway. That exam was my last. Exactly what Baba said happened."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/awakening-india.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/exam-results.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-3203771566219220009?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/3203771566219220009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/3203771566219220009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/last-exam.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RzkkU_KS39I/AAAAAAAABnY/Ymn1K3ZMz7Y/s72-c/0212.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-7642431091842291989</id><published>2007-01-21T17:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T14:16:16.558-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RzkjpfKS38I/AAAAAAAABnQ/JjBztf-ChQE/s1600-h/0101%2520PP.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RzkjpfKS38I/AAAAAAAABnQ/JjBztf-ChQE/s400/0101%2520PP.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132172446011678658"style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Awakening India&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One day during the Chinese aggression against India, I saw Baba in a house in Allenganj, Allahabad. Sitting by his feet, I was brooding over the morning news. The Chinese forces had penetrated deep into the country via Tejpur, and the Indian army, caught by surprise, was not able to hold them back. Depressed by this state of affairs, and the crisis it caused, I expressed my disappointment to him. He simply said, "India is a country of saints and follows the dictates of religion. Communism cannot stay here. China will go back." I thought, How indifferent we Indians are even at a time of crisis, and felt further saddened. I humbly expressed my doubts and asked, "Baba, why has China invaded India if it has to go back?" His prompt and brief reply was, "To awaken you." It did not satisfy me, but I kept quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the third day after this conversation, I was surprised to read the headlines in the morning newspapers, stating that the Chinese had withdrawn unconditionally without giving any reason. Baba's statement from our last meeting immediately flashed in my mind, however, the truth of his words did not dawn on me until shortly after this event, when the government of India took concrete steps for the defence of the eastern, western, and northern boundaries of the country.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Rajida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/dr-bhonsle.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/last-exam.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-7642431091842291989?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/7642431091842291989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/7642431091842291989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/awakening-india.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RzkjpfKS38I/AAAAAAAABnQ/JjBztf-ChQE/s72-c/0101%2520PP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-91911868176386494</id><published>2007-01-21T17:16:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T21:26:54.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Rzki6vKS37I/AAAAAAAABnI/VHxicMr8Q1o/s1600-h/M-05-0382.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Rzki6vKS37I/AAAAAAAABnI/VHxicMr8Q1o/s400/M-05-0382.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132171642852794290"style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Helper of the Helpless&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dr. Bhonsle, who was renowned for the treatment of incurable diseases by massage, was involved in a political movement during the struggle for India's independence and had to go underground. While the police were searching for him, he took shelter in a dharamshala (rest house for people on pilgrimage) in Rishikesh and had to remain there without food for several days. All of a sudden Baba came into his room and as if he knew him very well, said, "Oh, you are famished. You haven't had food for several days. Come." He took him into an adjoining room where a plate of food was already set out. When Bhonsle finished eating, Baba said to him, "You run away from here now. The police are coming after you." Baba then asked him, "Where will you go?" and without waiting for a reply, he said, "Go straight to Tibet, crossing the Himalayas." Following Baba's advice, Bhonsle went to Tibet and stayed there a free man for many years. Later, when the political climate changed, he returned to India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day after his return Dr. Bhonsle went to former member of parliament Shiv Narain Tandon's home in Kanpur to treat Tandon's nephew. Seeing Baba's photograph there, he started talking about him. When Tandon told him that Baba was in Lucknow, staying at the home of Suraj Narayan Mehrotra ji, Dr. Bhonsle left immediately. He arrived at Mehrotra's house at about 8 p.m. and had Baba's darshan. Taking Baba's feet in his hands, he massaged them for a long time while narrating the experiences he had had twenty years before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;राम&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/omnipresence-babas-darshan-in-london.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/awakening-india.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-91911868176386494?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/91911868176386494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/91911868176386494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/dr-bhonsle.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Rzki6vKS37I/AAAAAAAABnI/VHxicMr8Q1o/s72-c/M-05-0382.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-5537534476306935642</id><published>2007-01-21T06:07:00.024-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T12:25:59.231-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="omnipresence"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Rzxx6ilu8lI/AAAAAAAABzk/WvWO0TuvJo8/s400/0014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133102925826945618"style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:150%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Omnipresence&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/babas-darshan-in-london.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/babas-darshan-in-hanumans-murti.html"&gt;Baba's Darshan In Hanuman's Murti&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/visit-to-varanasi.html"&gt;A Visit to Varanasi&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/suitable-height.html"&gt;A Suitable Height&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/ganga-gives-shelter.html"&gt;The Ganga Gives Shelter&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/tigers-darshan.html"&gt;A Tiger's Darshan&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/one-blurred-image.html"&gt;One Blurred Image&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/punishment-for-impure-thoughts.html"&gt;Punishment For Impure Thoughts&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/tears-of-joy.html"&gt;Tears of Joy&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/birth-of-son.html"&gt;The Birth of a Son&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/mango-prasad-at-khairna-bridge.html"&gt;Mango Prasad at Khairna Bridge&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/saving-food-expenses.html"&gt;Saving Food Expenses&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/come-eat-and-go.html"&gt;Come, Eat, and Go&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/experience-of-indrayani-ji.html"&gt;An Experience of Indrayani ji&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/vyas-jis-remorse.html"&gt;Vyas ji's Remorse&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/saved-from-drowning.html"&gt;Saved From Drowning&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/saint-passes-away.html"&gt;A Saint Passes Away&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/freed-from-bondage-of-desire.html"&gt;Freed From the Bondage of Desire&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/sharp-reprimand-for-rumors.html"&gt;A Sharp Reprimand For Rumors&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/misleading-thought.html"&gt;A Misleading Thought&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/she-has-come-after-writing-aum.html"&gt;She Has Come After Writing "Aum"&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/you-didnt-go.html"&gt;You Didn't Go?&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/two-lives-saved.html"&gt;Two Lives Saved&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/suffering-from-dropsy.html"&gt;Suffering From Dropsy&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/late-by-half-hour.html"&gt;Late By Half an Hour&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/operation-is-done.html"&gt;The Operation Is Done&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/saved-from-suicide.html"&gt;Saved From Suicide&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/car-deal-in-germany.html"&gt;A Car Deal In Germany&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/02/maharaj-jis-justice.html"&gt;Maharaj Ji's Justice&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/immunity-from-conscription.html"&gt;Immunity From Conscription&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/cured-with-laddu.html"&gt;Cured With a Laddu&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/dumb-child-speaks.html"&gt;The Dumb Child Speaks&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/pavan.html"&gt;Pavan&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/baba-disappears.html"&gt;Baba Disappears&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/avoiding-meeting.html"&gt;Avoiding a Meeting&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/monkey-took-form-of-mosquito.html"&gt;The Monkey Took the Form of a Mosquito&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/another-disappearance.html"&gt;Another Disappearance&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/ghost.html"&gt;The Ghost&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/invisible-arrival-long-ago-many.html"&gt;An Invisible Arrival&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/appropriate-medicine.html"&gt;The Appropriate Medicine&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/ask-your-guru.html"&gt;Ask Your Guru&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/sincere-call.html"&gt;Sincere Call&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/see-you-in-bareilly.html"&gt;See You In Bareilly&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/babas-saving-grace.html"&gt;Baba's Saving Grace&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/seeing-baba-in-different-places.html"&gt;Seeing Baba In Different Places&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/from-narmada-to-bareilly.html"&gt;From the Narmada to Bareilly&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/multiple-darshan.html"&gt;Multiple Darshan&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/unusual-experience-on-4-november-1971.html"&gt;An Unusual Experience&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/agra-to-jhansi.html"&gt;Agra to Jhansi&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/hand-of-blessing.html"&gt;The Hand of Blessing&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/offering-of-kheer.html"&gt;An Offering of Kheer&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/taking-rams-name.html"&gt;Taking Ram's Name&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/be-here-now.html"&gt;Be Here Now&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/baba-appears.html"&gt;Baba Appears&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;#187&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/now-see-he-is-saved.html"&gt;Now See, He Is Saved&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maharaj ji had a physical form, but he was not limited by his body. Instead, it was a source of continuous, often amazing, supernatural acts. Matter never impeded his movements. He would appear or disappear in an instant, observe events in distant locations, and give darshan to different people at different places simultaneously. He could create and control all kinds of situations and circumstances. Without doing anything obvious, he was doing everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing a call for help, Maharaj ji would appear no matter how trivial the desire. He would often respond to a devotee's distress without being called. He frequently said, "If I hold the hand of anyone, whoever he may be, I do no leave him, even though he may leave me." In these cases Maharaj ji took the welfare of his devotee upon himself. Even if the devotee strayed,  Baba never forgot him. His devotees were so impressed by this reassurance that their faith continues unabated, even after his Mahasamadhi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Baba's Darshan In London&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One day I was traveling by a double-decker bus in London and had occupied a seat near the entrance. There was nobody by my seat, and the conductor was on the upper deck. The bus was almost empty. Suddenly the bus stopped and an old beggar got on. He was wearing many layers of tattered clothes and was holding a red and blue blanket in his hand. He stood in front of me and looked at me with a gentle smile as if saying, Move aside I want to sit by you. I moved aside and he sat down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not like staring at people, so I turned my face a little and peered out of the window. At the time I thought, What a lovely smile he has. How nice that old man is! The words "old man" turned my thoughts to Maharaj ji. I had always heard that he was known as "the old man with a blanket," so I turned my face to see him again and was surprised to see that the seat by my side was vacant. It had only been a few minutes. Where had he disappeared? I looked outside, but the bus had not stopped anywhere. If he had wanted to get off the bus, how could he? The road was deserted, and the beggar was not to be seen anywhere. I could not understand how it had all happened, and it was not a case of hallucination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day some of my friends came to me and said that the previous morning (the same time that I was on the bus) they had had a sudden inspiration to help me buy a ticket to go to India to visit Maharaj ji. It was all rather strange. Although the amount offered by my friends met my travel expenses, a poor student like me had no means of subsistence in India. Maharaj ji had to show another miracle to solve this problem. In England a student gets travel expenses from the university to go back home after the end of each term. I had applied for this, but I was surprised to see that the authorities had issued a check for double the amount that I had asked for. I pointed out the mistake to them by telephone, but going through their account books, they informed me that the amount paid to me was correct. I finally realized that Maharaj ji wanted me to go have his darshan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived in Delhi by plane within a month and went directly to Kainchi to see Maharaj ji. As I went into the ashram, I decided to ask him if he was the same old man who had met me in London. When I went to him, I saw that he was wearing the same blanket that the old man was carrying that day on the bus. Baba looked at me with the same I-know-all smile. After this there was nothing left to ask. I knew he was the same old man who had met me in London. What a benign look that was! It filled my heart and soul with bliss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Heather Thompson, U.K.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/babas-darshan-in-hanumans-murti.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/dr-bhonsle.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-5537534476306935642?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/5537534476306935642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/5537534476306935642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/omnipresence-babas-darshan-in-london.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Rzxx6ilu8lI/AAAAAAAABzk/WvWO0TuvJo8/s72-c/0014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-2925606888913527549</id><published>2007-01-21T05:40:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T20:13:15.201-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Rzp4_ljVw2I/AAAAAAAABuc/y6ZUxKDKV1o/s1600-h/Hanumanji%2520from%2520DV%2520book.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Rzp4_ljVw2I/AAAAAAAABuc/y6ZUxKDKV1o/s400/Hanumanji%2520from%2520DV%2520book.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132547759149532002" style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Baba's Darshan In Hanuman's Murti&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I came to Kainchi with my wife and two children, aged six and four, after hearing about Baba from Devilal Sah of Nainital. After we bowed before him, our children prostrated at Baba's feet. Baba put his hand on their heads and blessed them saying, "They will make good progress in life and will attain high positions." We were pleased to hear Baba's blessing. After this Baba said to me, "You are an atheist, you do not believe these things." Agreeing with him, I said that I had no faith. Baba at once bade us farewell and said, "Go now, have Hanuman ji's darshan in the temple." On our return to the temple, we did not see Hanuman ji at all. In the place of the murti, we had Baba's darshan in person. We were struck speechless with wonder at this spectacle and had darshan for some time before leaving the temple. This event changed our lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Colonel S.S. Chinvan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/visit-to-varanasi.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/omnipresence-babas-darshan-in-london.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-2925606888913527549?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/2925606888913527549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/2925606888913527549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/babas-darshan-in-hanumans-murti.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Rzp4_ljVw2I/AAAAAAAABuc/y6ZUxKDKV1o/s72-c/Hanumanji%2520from%2520DV%2520book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-5494856058267598638</id><published>2007-01-21T05:14:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T14:17:10.834-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RyiS4gq8nVI/AAAAAAAABcM/IMrl3ovcnpk/s1600-h/M-05-0230.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RyiS4gq8nVI/AAAAAAAABcM/IMrl3ovcnpk/s400/M-05-0230.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127509675301707090"style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Visit to Varanasi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Maharaja of Vijayanagaram and Devkamta Dixit were both on the board of directors of Prem Lal's paper mill. They were also good friends, so when the Maharaja passed away, Dixit ji wanted to go to Varanasi to offer his condolences to the family. However, he hesitated to do so since he had not met them before. After a few days Baba came to his house and said, "You didn't go to Varanasi?" Dixit ji explained the difficulty. Baba said, "Come, I'll go too. I'll also let you have Shankar's [Lord Shiva's] darshan." When they arrived at the Maharaja's mansion in Varanasi, Baba said, "Don't take the car inside. I'll go to the temple of Sankat Mochan Hanuman." Dixit ji was surprised that Baba was changing the program without any apparent reason. Instead of meeting the family or going to the Vishwanath (Lord Shiva) temple, they went to the Hanuman temple. When they arrived, Dixit ji saw that the family of the Maharaja had also come to the temple for darshan. All of them received Baba warmly and took him to their mansion with great love and reverence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/suitable-height.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/babas-darshan-in-hanumans-murti.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-5494856058267598638?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/5494856058267598638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/5494856058267598638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/visit-to-varanasi.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RyiS4gq8nVI/AAAAAAAABcM/IMrl3ovcnpk/s72-c/M-05-0230.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-5540499346230935477</id><published>2007-01-21T04:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T14:17:24.022-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RbM8A5xiI1I/AAAAAAAAAR0/qjlRnV6pSNs/s1600-h/Maharaj-ji_050.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022423995654480722" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" style="DISPLAY: block; FILTER: alpha(opacity=70); MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RbM8A5xiI1I/AAAAAAAAAR0/qjlRnV6pSNs/s400/Maharaj-ji_050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Suitable Height&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We received many proposals of marriage for my elder son and wanted to make the decision with Baba's consent and blessing. One of the things my wife hoped for was a tall girl to suit our tall son. While I was in Kainchi for the 15 June consecration ceremony in 1973, I made every effort to talk to Baba alone. One day during evening darshan Baba spoke to me about this in front of many people. He said, "Now you should get your son married." I asked him, "Where?" He asked, "Where have you got proposals from?" I told him about all the proposals, but he did not approve of any of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end he asked me to arrange a marriage with the daughter of Amba Datt Tewari of Allahabad, who had never met Baba. I had received a proposal from him just the previous day in Kainchi, which I had forgotten about. Then I realized why Baba had not given me the opportunity to talk to him about it for so many days; he wanted me to receive Tewari's proposal first. Anyway, an educated girl from a cultured family was selected by Baba. He gave his consent about this girl twice and finally said in clear words, "It is my command." I took out the two horoscopes of the bride and groom-to-be from my pocket and placed them at Baba's feet. He picked them up and put them under his arm. Raising the forefinger of his right hand, he said, "Girl's height is suitable." It was a reply to my wife's desire. I was surprised that Baba had heard the conversation we had had in our house in Allahabad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Rajida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/ganga-gives-shelter.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/visit-to-varanasi.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-5540499346230935477?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/5540499346230935477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/5540499346230935477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/suitable-height.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RbM8A5xiI1I/AAAAAAAAAR0/qjlRnV6pSNs/s72-c/Maharaj-ji_050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-339188540084246158</id><published>2007-01-21T04:49:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T14:17:49.527-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RyiVswq8nWI/AAAAAAAABcU/Vu4kGSObUIk/s1600-h/M-05-0324.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RyiVswq8nWI/AAAAAAAABcU/Vu4kGSObUIk/s400/M-05-0324.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127512771973127522"style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Ganga Gives Shelter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Maharaj was surrounded by about two hundred devotees at Sarsaiyya Ghat in Kanpur when Panwar, Deputy Superintendent of Police, and Govind Chandra, Senior Superintendent of Police, arrived and requested Baba to see Gulzarilal Nanda and Lal Bahadur Shastri, for they wanted to have his darshan. In spite of Baba saying that he would not be able to meet them, the two police officers brought them to the ghat. Before Nanda and Shastri arrived, however, Baba disappeared. Nobody saw him go or knew where he went. A search was made for him, but he was nowhere to be found. The same evening I saw Baba at the railway station and asked why he did not want to give darshan to Nanda. Baba said, "Instead of coming by himself, he wanted to come escorted by the police." When asked where he had hidden himself, Baba answered, "The Ganga Mai [Ganges River] gave me shelter." In gratitude to Mother Ganga, he asked me to arrange a bhandara. Before I could make the arrangements, people started arriving with food and sweets for prasad, and a bhandara was held.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Bhagwati Sevak Bajpai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/tigers-darshan.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/suitable-height.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-339188540084246158?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/339188540084246158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/339188540084246158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/ganga-gives-shelter.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RyiVswq8nWI/AAAAAAAABcU/Vu4kGSObUIk/s72-c/M-05-0324.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-7565545473524755037</id><published>2007-01-21T04:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T14:18:03.338-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Ryjdowq8neI/AAAAAAAABdU/JSau32QiiII/s1600-h/M-05-0168.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Ryjdowq8neI/AAAAAAAABdU/JSau32QiiII/s400/M-05-0168.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127591868090850786"style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Tiger's Darshan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After my graduation from Allahabad University, Baba got me appointed as manager of Kehar Singh ji's farm in Rudrapur, Nainital. One day I went to Rampur for some work, and while I was returning to the farm through a grassy stretch of land, I saw a tiger, a tigress, and a cub coming from the opposite direction. I stood stock-still. I did not have any weapon with me for my protection. I could not even run away. As they were coming towards me, all of a sudden the tiger turned to one side and the tigress to the other, and the cub began to smell my body. I was terrified. Meanwhile the tigress growled and holding the cub between her teeth, dragged it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that time Baba was staying at the house of Jamuna Dutt in Allahabad. A friend of mine who lived in the nearby university hostel went to see Baba. During their conversation Baba asked him about me and immediately made him write me a letter saying, "Don't be afraid of lions or tigers. They also come to meet good souls." It was the divine power of the omnipresent Baba that protected me from that perilous situation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Jagdish Chandra Pande, Nainital&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/one-blurred-image.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/ganga-gives-shelter.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-7565545473524755037?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/7565545473524755037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/7565545473524755037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/tigers-darshan.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Ryjdowq8neI/AAAAAAAABdU/JSau32QiiII/s72-c/M-05-0168.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-1970380881960588340</id><published>2007-01-21T04:25:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T14:18:55.411-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Rzp7rljVw4I/AAAAAAAABus/sUCLcc_vX8k/s1600-h/M-05-0112.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Rzp7rljVw4I/AAAAAAAABus/sUCLcc_vX8k/s400/M-05-0112.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132550714087031682"style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;One Blurred Image&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Devkamta Dixit asked Baba to inaugurate the new girls' school at Vagarka on 6 December 1960, but Baba wanted Kehar Singh, Secretary of Education for the government of Uttar Pradesh, to do it. All three of them went to Vagarka. The villagers were pleased to see Baba. There was an arrangement for lunch, and afterward a request was made for a group photograph. Kehar Singh ji did not want to be in the group photograph, for it would prove that he was not in Lucknow doing his official duty that day. However, Baba asked him to sit with the group, so he had to obey. Baba was aware of Kehar Singh ji's worry, and the next day, when the print of the photograph was received from Kanpur, all were surprised to see that the image of Kehar Singh was so blurred that he could not be identified. The images of the others were very clear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/punishment-for-impure-thoughts.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/tigers-darshan.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-1970380881960588340?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/1970380881960588340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/1970380881960588340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/one-blurred-image.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Rzp7rljVw4I/AAAAAAAABus/sUCLcc_vX8k/s72-c/M-05-0112.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-825846243569929298</id><published>2007-01-21T03:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T14:19:09.045-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RzjvLvKS3jI/AAAAAAAABkM/gqXBjIWzaxg/s400/M%252520in%252520sheet%252520in%252520mountains%252520BandW%252520PP.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132114760305925682" style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Punishment For Impure Thoughts&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;An army officer arrived in Kainchi and stood at the door of Baba's kuti. Vishambher of Aligarh was also standing there holding a large puja plate. They were waiting to go inside since all the ma's (women devotees) were in Baba's kuti. When Baba asked the women to leave so that his devotee Vishambher could also have a chance to do his puja, the army officer started to count the women as they came out. When all of them had left the kuti, Vishambher, the army officer, and others went into the room. Baba suddenly got up and started hitting the army officer with his fist. Vishambher's puja plate and its contents fell and were scattered all over the floor. Baba threw off his blanket, pulled the officer into the courtyard, and hit him so hard that he rolled across the ground like a ball. Everyone in the ashram was unnerved. It was clear to all present that the officer had had improper thoughts on seeing and counting the women devotees. This was intolerable to Baba, who punished the officer and told him, "Do not come here again ever." The officer continued to come to Kainchi now and then, even after Baba's Mahasamadhi, but he never entered the temple premises. He would do pranaam from outside and then go away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/tears-of-joy.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/one-blurred-image.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-825846243569929298?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/825846243569929298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/825846243569929298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/punishment-for-impure-thoughts.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RzjvLvKS3jI/AAAAAAAABkM/gqXBjIWzaxg/s72-c/M%252520in%252520sheet%252520in%252520mountains%252520BandW%252520PP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-103007615416871288</id><published>2007-01-21T03:23:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T13:52:42.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RzjyR_KS3kI/AAAAAAAABkU/LcHNaQ8B-Pc/s1600-h/BROR0280.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RzjyR_KS3kI/AAAAAAAABkU/LcHNaQ8B-Pc/s400/BROR0280.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132118166214991426"style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tears of Joy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Many of us were sitting together inside the ashram when all of a sudden Baba said, "He has gone to Hanumangarh." Nobody understood who Baba was referring to. After some time he said, "He will come here just now. He is hungry. Prepare fresh puris and vegetables for him." He then said to me, "Go with a gas lamp and stand across the bridge. Hold the old man by the hand and help him cross the bridge carefully. His sons will not take care of him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was dark when a car stopped in front of the ashram gate. An old man and his two sons got out of the car. Seeing me there with a gas lamp, the old man said, "Has Baba sent you to escort us?" When I said yes, his eyes became moist. Meanwhile his two sons had crossed the bridge, forgetting to help their old father. I helped him cross the bridge carefully and took him to Baba. The old man prostrated himself at Baba's feet. Tears flowed from his eyes. He was choked with emotion, and his body trembled with joy. Baba gave him warm food to eat and sent him off lovingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man was Ram Narain Sinha. He had come to see his son at Raj Bhavan (governor's residence) in Nainital that day and had said that he would eat his meal only after having Baba's darshan. So his two sons had first taken him to Hanumangarh, and learning of Maharaj's whereabouts from there, they brought him to Kainchi ashram.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/birth-of-son.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/punishment-for-impure-thoughts.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-103007615416871288?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/103007615416871288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/103007615416871288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/tears-of-joy.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RzjyR_KS3kI/AAAAAAAABkU/LcHNaQ8B-Pc/s72-c/BROR0280.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-7342189641093748448</id><published>2007-01-21T03:11:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T14:19:33.008-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Rzjy6fKS3lI/AAAAAAAABkc/eK0CQkbrHhw/s1600-h/BROR0282.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Rzjy6fKS3lI/AAAAAAAABkc/eK0CQkbrHhw/s400/BROR0282.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132118861999693394"style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Birth of a Son&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dr. Suresh Chandra Mehrotra from Gorakhpur was living in Agra when his friend Dr. Laxmi Chandra Joshi took him to have Maharaj's darshan. They did not take anything with them to offer, but when Baba saw them, he said, "Give me sweets. I would like to have some." Mehrotra immediately went to the market and got a kilo of sweets for him. Baba took a small piece and got the rest distributed among the people present. Mehrotra then asked Baba, "Why did you ask me to bring sweets for you and then give them all away to people?" He replied, "You have been blessed with a son." At the time Mehrotra's wife was in Delhi with her parents, awaiting the birth of a child. Mehrotra had no idea of the birth or the sex of the child. On hearing Maharaj's words, he kept quiet. He returned to his house and was surprised to find a telegram announcing the birth of a son.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/mango-prasad-at-khairna-bridge.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/tears-of-joy.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-7342189641093748448?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/7342189641093748448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/7342189641093748448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/birth-of-son.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Rzjy6fKS3lI/AAAAAAAABkc/eK0CQkbrHhw/s72-c/BROR0282.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-8520738801660968679</id><published>2007-01-21T03:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T14:19:44.038-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RzjzafKS3mI/AAAAAAAABkk/TcB92i7WEfI/s1600-h/BROR0081.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RzjzafKS3mI/AAAAAAAABkk/TcB92i7WEfI/s400/BROR0081.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132119411755507298"style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mango Prasad at Khairna Bridge&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Major Sunanda had Baba's darshan at Kainchi and then left for Ranikhet by car. On the way he saw Baba sitting at Khairna Bridge. Major Sunanda had just left Baba at Kainchi, so he was surprised to see him there. He stopped the car, and bowing to him in salutation, he asked, "How come you are here?" Baba replied, "You left Kainchi without taking prasad, so I had to come here." Baba took some mangoes out from under his blanket and gave them to him as prasad. It was not the mango season, so it came as another surprise for Major Sunanda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/saving-food-expenses.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/birth-of-son.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-8520738801660968679?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/8520738801660968679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/8520738801660968679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/mango-prasad-at-khairna-bridge.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RzjzafKS3mI/AAAAAAAABkk/TcB92i7WEfI/s72-c/BROR0081.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-6803730877133875335</id><published>2007-01-21T02:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T14:19:57.942-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Rzjz6fKS3nI/AAAAAAAABks/4lOnqe9ZwSg/s1600-h/BROR0322.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Rzjz6fKS3nI/AAAAAAAABks/4lOnqe9ZwSg/s400/BROR0322.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132119961511321202" style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saving Food Expenses&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Once, when Godawari Tewari was going to Kainchi to see Baba, an acquaintance of hers named Pant asked if he could accompany her. Godawari suggested that Pant eat before going. She herself did not eat anything because she wanted to have Baba's darshan before having her evening meal. Pant said, "Food is served to everyone in Baba's ashram, so let me save a day's food expenses." When they arrived for darshan, a woman was offering Baba fresh kalakand (a sweet made with milk and sugar). Baba gave some kalakand to Godawari saying, "Have prasad." He then turned to Pant and said, "You go and take prasad in the dining room. That will save you your one day's food expenses."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/come-eat-and-go.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/mango-prasad-at-khairna-bridge.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-6803730877133875335?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/6803730877133875335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/6803730877133875335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/saving-food-expenses.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Rzjz6fKS3nI/AAAAAAAABks/4lOnqe9ZwSg/s72-c/BROR0322.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-6244286248971869847</id><published>2007-01-21T02:04:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T21:23:01.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Rzj0WfKS3oI/AAAAAAAABk0/u2chTATGFwU/s1600-h/BROR0014.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Rzj0WfKS3oI/AAAAAAAABk0/u2chTATGFwU/s400/BROR0014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132120442547658370"style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Come, Eat, and Go&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nandlal ji, who supplied the Kainchi ashram with ghee from his shop, had had Maharaj ji's darshan in Haldwani and had faith in him, but he had never gotten an opportunity to visit Kainchi. One of Nandlal ji's friends, who was a devotee of Baba's, had bought a new truck and was going to Kainchi to ask for Baba's blessings. He invited Nandlal ji to accompany him. Nandlal ji got ready saying, "I have never been to satsang [a gathering of devotees] in Kainchi. Let me enjoy it today." He checked the ashram ghee account and found that he needed to collect 1,300 rupees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They arrived in Kainchi at 11 p.m. and found Baba seated on a takhat on the roof of the ashram's dharamshala with some devotees. When they got there, Baba sent everyone except for Nandlal ji to have prasad. Taking his hand out of his blanket, Baba placed it on his own shoulder and then gave Nandlal ji a wad of notes that he asked him to count. There were 1,100 rupees. Baba then told Nandlal ji to go and take prasad. After Nandlal ji had eaten, a worker at the ashram directed him to the room where he would spend the night. The thought that he had not brought any bedding with him worried Nandlal ji, and he was not sure what to do about it. When he got to the room, he was happy to see two freshly made beds—one for him and one for his friend. Baba then asked him, "How is your satsang getting on?" Nandlal ji replied, "Nothing special." Baba then said, "Why don't you go to your guru's place?" Without waiting for a reply, Baba described the guru's physique and appearance saying, "He was a saint of a very high order." Referring to Kainchi, he said, "Here the satsang is aao, khao, jao [come, eat, go]."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/experience-of-indrayani-ji.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/saving-food-expenses.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-6244286248971869847?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/6244286248971869847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/6244286248971869847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/come-eat-and-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Rzj0WfKS3oI/AAAAAAAABk0/u2chTATGFwU/s72-c/BROR0014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-20753098714742771</id><published>2007-01-21T01:51:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T14:20:12.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Rzj14fKS3pI/AAAAAAAABk8/oRcf5MyfSPk/s1600-h/BROR0007.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Rzj14fKS3pI/AAAAAAAABk8/oRcf5MyfSPk/s400/BROR0007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132122126174838418"style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;An Experience of Indrayani ji&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In 1960, when Maharaj ji was at the house of the district magistrate (D.M.) in Nainital, he suddenly asked the D.M. to send someone to fetch a lady named Indrayani from Indra Pharmacy. Shrimati Indrayani, an educated and saintly lady, came from an affluent family that had left their wealth in Pakistan and come to India in 1947. The family had a farm at Palia, where she lived, however, during the summer she usually stayed in Nainital. Her living expenses from Palia farm were sent care of Indra Pharmacy, but she had not received the money for some time and had thus been compelled to borrow. The situation was worsening because all the provisions in the house were exhausted, and she had no way of repaying the debt she owed. She was very worried and upset and went to Indra Pharmacy to try to borrow some money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after her arrival at Indra Pharmacy, a policeman came and asked her her name. Indrayani ji said, "I was startled by his question. I told him my name and asked him why he was asking. The policeman told me that I was being called to the district magistrate's house. I got anxious at this, but he said, "There is no reason for anxiety. Baba Neeb Karori is there and he has asked the district magistrate to send for you. I have been sent to escort you." I had not met Baba before, so I was surprised that he knew my name and had sent for me. I accompanied the policeman to the house, and seeing me, Baba shouted with joy, "Our Indrayani has come." It was the impact of his darshan that, like a four-year-old child weeping before her mother, I started to weep bitterly before him in anguish. Baba put both his hands on my head and said, 'Don't worry. All will be set right.' That same day I received my bank draft and all my worries were over."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/vyas-jis-remorse.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/come-eat-and-go.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-20753098714742771?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/20753098714742771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/20753098714742771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/experience-of-indrayani-ji.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Rzj14fKS3pI/AAAAAAAABk8/oRcf5MyfSPk/s72-c/BROR0007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-8154939536796884249</id><published>2007-01-21T01:30:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T14:20:25.063-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Rzj2ufKS3qI/AAAAAAAABlE/wJP3b9OvtLE/s1600-h/BROR0013%2520CC%2520PP.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Rzj2ufKS3qI/AAAAAAAABlE/wJP3b9OvtLE/s400/BROR0013%2520CC%2520PP.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132123053887774370"style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vyas ji's Remorse&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pandit Shankar Prasad Vyas was speaking about the characteristics of Hanuman ji to a gathering in a large pavilion at the sangam in Allahabad. Maharaj stood behind the gathering and listened to Vyas' discourse. When it ended, Baba called a devotee and asked him to fetch Vyas. The devotee gave Baba's message to Vyas who said, "Who? Baba Neeb Karori? I have no time." The devotee stared at Vyas in disbelief. He was horrified by such curt behavior towards Baba. Dudhari Baba, who was present on the dais, said something to Vyas that made him accompany the devotee to Baba. Baba said, "You have become such a big man that you have not time?" Vyas was stunned to hear his words. As Baba was walking away, he turned back to Vyas and said, "Prabhudutt is coming by car. Tell him that I will not go." Vyas looked around. Two minutes later he saw a car stop at a distance. Prabhudutt Brahmachari ji, a well-known and highly respected holy man, got out. He had seen Baba, and as soon as he got out of the car, he started doing dandavat pranaam (full-length prostrations) all the way until he reached Baba's feet. Vyas held Brahmachari ji in high regard, so his reverence for Baba made him realize Baba's greatness. Vyas regretted his earlier behavior and later accepted an invitation from Baba to come to Kainchi in the summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/saved-from-drowning.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/experience-of-indrayani-ji.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-8154939536796884249?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/8154939536796884249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/8154939536796884249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/vyas-jis-remorse.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Rzj2ufKS3qI/AAAAAAAABlE/wJP3b9OvtLE/s72-c/BROR0013%2520CC%2520PP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-6730446929830719878</id><published>2007-01-21T01:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T14:20:35.868-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Rzx3kSlu8rI/AAAAAAAAB0U/WmfZyD284lY/s1600-h/BROR0054.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Rzx3kSlu8rI/AAAAAAAAB0U/WmfZyD284lY/s400/BROR0054.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133109140644623026"style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saved From Drowning&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In 1948, when the Ganges was flooding in Kanpur, District Magistrate Kishan Chand was inspecting the affected areas by boat. Many important people were on that boat with him, including Senior Superintendent of Police Omkar Singh, the district congress president, and the tahasildar (tax collector). Suddenly water began to fill the boat. The lives of everyone were in danger, and there seemed to be no way out of the situation. In desperation Omkar Singh cried out again and again, "Baba, we are drowning. Save us." Hearing him screaming, all the others thought that he had become mad with fear. Just then an uprooted tree floated by and touched their boat. Seeing it, Omkar Singh left the boat and climbed onto the tree. The others followed him, and within a few moments the boat sank. The Ganges flows in between Unnao and Kanpur. The floating tree could have been carried away to Unnao or could have been overturned by the fast-flowing water. Instead, the tree floated to the bank on the Kanpur side, and everyone was saved from drowning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/saint-passes-away.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/vyas-jis-remorse.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-6730446929830719878?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/6730446929830719878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/6730446929830719878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/saved-from-drowning.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Rzx3kSlu8rI/AAAAAAAAB0U/WmfZyD284lY/s72-c/BROR0054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-4165040444513785901</id><published>2007-01-20T18:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T14:21:07.204-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RzT3hPKS3ZI/AAAAAAAABic/RKl4Wc9Uagc/s400/ramana-maharshi-01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130998025859292562"style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Saint Passes Away&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One day while Baba was talking to people at Haldwani Furniture Mart, he suddenly became absorbed in deep thought and remained silent for some time. Then he said faintly, "Pooran, give a spoonful of water to drink. He is in great agony." I could not understand what the matter was, but I nevertheless poured two spoonfuls of water into Baba's mouth. After some time two tears fell from Baba's eyes, and he said to me, "Ramana is no more. India has lost a great saint today." This incident occurred on the day that Ramana Maharshi left his physical body in Arunachala.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Pooran Chandra Joshi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/freed-from-bondage-of-desire.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/saved-from-drowning.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-4165040444513785901?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/4165040444513785901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/4165040444513785901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/saint-passes-away.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/RzT3hPKS3ZI/AAAAAAAABic/RKl4Wc9Uagc/s72-c/ramana-maharshi-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-2077505853866304733</id><published>2007-01-20T18:14:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T14:21:24.445-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Rzj3ePKS3sI/AAAAAAAABlU/Bw9qYt8IS5s/s1600-h/BROR0055.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Rzj3ePKS3sI/AAAAAAAABlU/Bw9qYt8IS5s/s400/BROR0055.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132123874226527938"style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Freed From the Bondage of Desire&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One night when all the inmates of the ashram were asleep, Baba called out to Sri Jivanti Ma, "Jivanti, Jivanti, make some moong dal [lentil soup] for me, I am hungry." Both Sri Ma and Sri Jivanti Ma got up and reminded him that he had already taken prasad and that it was past midnight. Baba made a show of being angry and said, "If you don't want to cook the food for me, I will wake Brahmachari Baba to do it." Jivanti Mata ji cooked moong dal and roti for him, which he ate. The two Mothers also ate again, and then they all went back to sleep. The next day Baba received the news that a certain devotee died at 2 a.m. the previous night. Baba said, "On his deathbed his mind was thinking of moong dal and roti instead of being focused on God. My devotee would have gone thinking of food. I had to eat for him to relieve him of that desire so that he would be freed from rebirth."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/sharp-reprimand-for-rumors.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/saint-passes-away.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-2077505853866304733?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/2077505853866304733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/2077505853866304733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/freed-from-bondage-of-desire.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Rzj3ePKS3sI/AAAAAAAABlU/Bw9qYt8IS5s/s72-c/BROR0055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-4037050809295067158</id><published>2007-01-20T18:02:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T14:21:38.135-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Rzj37_KS3tI/AAAAAAAABlc/npDvOhgmF04/s1600-h/BROR0125.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Rzj37_KS3tI/AAAAAAAABlc/npDvOhgmF04/s400/BROR0125.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132124385327636178"style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Sharp Reprimand For Rumors&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Home Minister Govind Ballabh Pant was ill and lying in a coma in Delhi. A visitor came to Church Lane, where Baba was sitting among a group of devotees, and informed Baba that Pant ji had died. Hearing this, Baba covered himself from head to toe with his blanket and sat silently. After some time he sharply reprimanded the man saying, "You are spreading rumors among people." Justifying himself, the man said that he had heard the news at the market. Baba said, "Such things should not be spoken without knowing their truth." Pant ji died two days later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/misleading-thought.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/freed-from-bondage-of-desire.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-4037050809295067158?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/4037050809295067158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/4037050809295067158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/sharp-reprimand-for-rumors.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Rzj37_KS3tI/AAAAAAAABlc/npDvOhgmF04/s72-c/BROR0125.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-6858172961241932879</id><published>2007-01-20T17:57:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T14:21:51.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Rzj6UPKS3vI/AAAAAAAABls/Y-21-mjtdls/s1600-h/BROR0306.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Rzj6UPKS3vI/AAAAAAAABls/Y-21-mjtdls/s400/BROR0306.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132127000962719474"style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Misleading Thought&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kehar Singh ji bought a new car with the idea that a person who had a car would spend more time traveling in Baba's company. When Baba came to Lucknow, Kehar Singh went in search of him by car with the hope that he would get an opportunity of going around with Baba. Wherever he went, he was told that Baba had just left. After looking everywhere, he returned to his house disappointed. As soon as he arrived home, he received a phone call from Baba. Baba told him where he was and said, "Choudhry [Kehar Singh], where have you been roaming today? Come and visit me."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/she-has-come-after-writing-aum.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/sharp-reprimand-for-rumors.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-6858172961241932879?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/6858172961241932879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/6858172961241932879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/misleading-thought.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Rzj6UPKS3vI/AAAAAAAABls/Y-21-mjtdls/s72-c/BROR0306.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-2492064676315601122</id><published>2007-01-20T17:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T14:22:04.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Rzj7S_KS3wI/AAAAAAAABl0/o2rmfR9u8jg/s1600-h/BROR0296.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Rzj7S_KS3wI/AAAAAAAABl0/o2rmfR9u8jg/s400/BROR0296.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132128078999510786"style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;She Has Come After Writing "Aum"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pooran Chandra Joshi's wife, Kamla, wanted to see Baba but did not get the opportunity because of her domestic chores. One day she told her husband of her desire to have Baba's darshan. That particular day Baba was visiting the house of Dr. Bhatt in Nainital, so Joshi suggested that she see Baba at Dr. Bhatt's house the next morning. She got up early the next day, took her bath, and then said her prayers. While she was writing "AUM" on Baba's photograph, which she kept on their puja, she thought that Baba would know what she was doing if he was an enlightened saint. After finishing her worship, she went to the doctor's house and had Baba's darshan for the first time. As she bowed to him Baba said, "She has come after writing 'AUM.'" She was surprised to hear Baba's words; it had not been in her mind to test him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/you-didnt-go.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/misleading-thought.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-2492064676315601122?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/2492064676315601122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/2492064676315601122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/she-has-come-after-writing-aum.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Rzj7S_KS3wI/AAAAAAAABl0/o2rmfR9u8jg/s72-c/BROR0296.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-4136543404510613289</id><published>2007-01-20T17:17:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T14:22:17.482-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Rzj7xfKS3xI/AAAAAAAABl8/S_jI7z7dQc8/s1600-h/BROR0287.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Rzj7xfKS3xI/AAAAAAAABl8/S_jI7z7dQc8/s400/BROR0287.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132128602985520914" style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Didn't Go?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One day Daya Narayan Khatri went to Kainchi from his hometown of Bareilly. The next day after the morning aarti (the ritual waving of lights), Baba ordered Khatri ji to go back home. Shri Sarvadaman Singh Raghuvanshi spoke on Khatri ji's behalf saying, "Baba, he came only last evening and you are sending him off today." Baba then told him to go the next day. The next morning after aarti, Baba asked Khatri ji, "You didn't go?" Khatri ji replied that he had asked Baba's permission to stay another day and that it was still early. Baba said, "Well, you go now," and sent him back to Bareilly. When he arrived at his house, he found that his wife's health had deteriorated the previous night and that her condition was serious. She improved slightly just before his arrival. He believed that Baba took the responsibility for his wife's safety on himself when he permitted him to stay for one extra day at Kainchi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/two-lives-saved.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/she-has-come-after-writing-aum.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-4136543404510613289?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/4136543404510613289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/4136543404510613289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/you-didnt-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Rzj7xfKS3xI/AAAAAAAABl8/S_jI7z7dQc8/s72-c/BROR0287.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-7646953313671710091</id><published>2007-01-20T17:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T14:22:28.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Rzj8G_KS3yI/AAAAAAAABmE/HlFzN1r1lwU/s1600-h/BROR0059.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Rzj8G_KS3yI/AAAAAAAABmE/HlFzN1r1lwU/s400/BROR0059.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132128972352708386"style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Two Lives Saved&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In the winter of 1962 Ramesh Chandra Sah's wife and daughter were sleeping in their house in Mukteshwar, Nainital. It was a cold night, coal was burning in a grate, and the doors of the room were shut. They became unconscious as the room filled up with toxic gases from the burning coal. Meanwhile Baba got a grate of burning coals brought to him in his room at Vrindavan ashram. Baba closed all the doors and windows and stayed inside. Surprised at his behavior, the devotees opened the door sometime later and found Baba in a bad state. They opened all the doors and windows and took the grate out. In a little while Baba became well, and miles away in Mukteshwar, the two women regained consciousness. When the family came to know about Baba's compassionate act on their behalf, they considered themselves blessed with the kindness Baba showered on them from such a distance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/suffering-from-dropsy.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/you-didnt-go.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-7646953313671710091?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/7646953313671710091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/7646953313671710091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/two-lives-saved.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Rzj8G_KS3yI/AAAAAAAABmE/HlFzN1r1lwU/s72-c/BROR0059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20305520.post-4628486758043243529</id><published>2007-01-20T17:05:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T14:22:43.001-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Rzj9_PKS3zI/AAAAAAAABmM/RodVVymPhUg/s1600-h/9Maharaj-ji_069_90.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Rzj9_PKS3zI/AAAAAAAABmM/RodVVymPhUg/s400/9Maharaj-ji_069_90.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132131038231977778"style="filter:alpha(opacity=70)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,100,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,70,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#025;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Suffering From Dropsy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A woman was very worried about the serious illness of her brother-in-law and went to Church Lane to see Maharaj. The woman was weeping and holding Baba's feet saying, "Baba, my brother-in-law has seven daughters. He is lying sick in his village, and his condition is very serious." Baba said, "He is suffering from dropsy." The woman agreed with Baba's statement and asked him to bless her brother-in-law for his survival. Baba's eyes moistened, and he said, "Don't make me tell lies. I can only pray for him." His reply indicated that the omnipotent Baba did not think it proper to interfere with the laws of destiny in this instance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/late-by-half-hour.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 0px 0px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGjJ8fWEI/AAAAAAAADAc/J_ubnfnopi4/s400/next.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223462365747266" style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/two-lives-saved.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/SIdGdZx5xtI/AAAAAAAADAU/b_e9Dgbp8JE/s400/previous.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226223363537094354"style="filter:alpha(opacity=30)" onmouseover="nereidFade(this,50,30,5)" onmouseout="nereidFade(this,30,50,5)"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20305520-4628486758043243529?l=babaneebkarori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/4628486758043243529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20305520/posts/default/4628486758043243529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babaneebkarori.blogspot.com/2007/01/suffering-from-dropsy.html' title=''/><author><name>Peter Maverick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112022768644685401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/TKj5S2JrZSI/AAAAAAAAFRo/G8D2SaiHJ80/S220/passport.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02cyd2vKjvc/Rzj9_PKS3zI/AAAAAAAABmM/RodVVymPhUg/s72-c/9Maharaj-ji_069_90.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
