Anshit was unable to decide on a programme for his eighteenth birthday a few days before the 13th of that month. Eighteenth birthday man ! Who wouldnt love to throw a grand party ? And his mind was in utter chaos. Almost everyday he would ask me whether to have a satsang on his birthday or a lovely party at home. From my experience, I preferred the latter!
( Now you wouldnt expect that thinking that I have a world of my own in which parties take a back seat ! )
Moreover, Anshit was ( is infact ) good at organising parties. He did that quite well on my birthday when my mom was busy doing her DSN course.
So, after a series of discussions we decided to have a party. We : That includes me and a handful of his friends.
But very strangely , Anshit gave his verdict of having a satsang!
Lo !
Seriously , he is NOT a guy who would love to have a satsang on his birthday. That too when he was turniing legal :) And that too when no superb singer and a superb place were available...
I kept persuading him to go for a party but finally his decision was binding.
13th September 2009
5:30 pm : Mom was home. She had to get us all on our toes and do the last minute arrangements for a satsang at 7:00 pm .
The satsang began..
In no time, I started getting messages from my friends asking me to give them a missed call or message them about my safety.
(At 7:00 pm blasts had triggerred off at the sites.)
I was terrified.
(I was the only one at home at this time and was still getting ready for the satsang.)
Everybody had fun in the satsang..Sang, danced , had dinner and went home.
That night I was discussing the incident with Mom.
She told me that at the very site of the bomb blast in the Greater Kailash - I Market, it was almost certain for my Mom and my younger Masi to stand there. These two ladies( I just mentioned) are shopping freaks and it is a routine for them to wind up their shopping by 6:45 and stand at the Momos' stall around 7:00 pm on Saturdays.
But that day both of them had given up their shopping desires to make it for the satsang...
That is Anshit with Mom..
And that is Masi with her lil' angels..

I call this Guru Grace.
What would you call this ?!
love
Jai Gurudeva
Anshika

