When the time is ripe, your Guru walks into your life. He works miracles without your knowledge and your life is transformed. Long pending issues get resolved and desires get fulfilled. This has also been my personal experience. One such incident happened in my life which I attribute to the grace of my Guru Sri Sri Ravi Shankar ji.
My tryst with destiny happened in the year 2009, when I read about an organisation called The Art of Living which had its headquarters in Bangalore, India. The group was active in 152 countries around the world. Sri Sri Ravi Shankar ji, the founder of Art of Living organisation, I read, was striving for the last 35 years for the well-being of mankind. His vision was for a stress-free and violence- free society and world at large. He travelled to remote corners of the world, even to conflict-ridden zones to offer peace and succour to the traumatised. I was impressed by what I read and resolved to do a course offered by them. Finally, I got a chance to take up Happiness Program in April 2012. I learnt the Sudarshan Kriya, yoga and meditation. This helped me to get relieved of the stress in my life and make me calm and composed.
In March 2013, during Shivaratri (festival celebrated every year to revere Lord Shiva), I took up a Sankalpa (intention) and the biggest miracle then happened to my mother.
My mother is from Pontianak, a town on the island of Borneo, Indonesia. She met my father in the 70s and they moved to Malaysia. My mother last saw her family nearly 40 years ago. She couldn’t go back to her homeland due to financial constraints and also transportation was not as advanced in those days. Her eldest brother visited her three times during the period but after we shifted to a new place we lost contact with him as well. However, she had a deep desire to connect with her family although she never expressed her wishes.
My mother helps in volunteering at a local Buddhist association. She has a small set of friends there with whom she shares a warm relationship. One day her fellow volunteer friends decided to organize a leisure trip to Pontianak, Indonesia. I had a strong intuition that her friends wanted to take her back to her hometown to connect with her family.
My mother was also very excited to see her childhood home. She prayed hard during the trip that she should be able to visit her relatives at the old house which is located on the old road. My mother asked the tour guide whether the bus would go via the old road to Pontianak town. However, the tour guide replied they would be using the new road which is so much more convenient. After a few moments, the tour guide announced that they had to use the old road because the new road was under maintenance!
My mother was thrilled with the news. Now she would be able to catch up with her siblings. When the entourage halted for rest on the outskirts of the town, my mother rushed to the nearby stalls and asked the shop owners anxiously about her relatives. She had forgotten her mother tongue due to the fact that she had been away from home for so long. Even the younger generation in Pontianak couldn’t speak that language as well.
However, using the few words that she remembered and a few gestures, my mother inquired from one shop owner. He shook his head from side to side indicating that he didn’t know and pointed to the next door. The young boy there directed her to the next shop. My mother was getting frustrated and disappointed. She was beginning to wonder if she would be able to meet her siblings at all.
The next shop was a mobile phone shop, and when my mother mentioned her relatives’ names again, the youngster went behind the shop for a moment and asked an elderly man to come out. This elderly man turned out to be my mother’s uncle! The man shed tears of joy and asked my mother why she had gone off and not returned for so long. They exchanged contact numbers and he also gave my mother’s siblings’ phone numbers.
After they bid good bye, my mother and her group continued on their journey to Pontianak town. By then the news of her arrival had spread and on the way many of her relatives called her up. When they reached the hotel, her two sisters and family were already waiting for her there. They hugged each other and were ecstatic to meet after so many years. Even my mother’s friends, who went with her on the trip, were so touched that they cried.
During the short visit, my mother’s sisters told her all the news about the other family members and about the incidents that happened in the past 40 years. They even showed her the locality in which their old house had been and which was now demolished.
After her return my mother didn’t say much about her personal feelings but I know she is extremely happy and we too are very happy for her.
Since,Gurudev Sri Sri Ravi Shankar ji walked into my life, miracles have happened in so many ways. Our lives have become richer. I have no words to express my gratitude to him.
We are all blessed with Guruji’s grace.