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SATHYA SAI BABA :
THE GOOD, THE BAD AND THE UGLY.
Posted on soc.culture.tamil by
ex-student Meenakshi Srikanth in 1993 after some students failed in their
attempt to kill Sai Baba.
Meenakshi
writes :
THE GOOD : An excellent orator in
Telegu; does not have a radically new philosophy; effectively preaches age old
values. Many followers attempt to practice the ideals; and there are numerous
charity programmes
organised in his name.
THE BAD : How does he get his following?
Miracles. A few days after I joined the college, during darshan time Swami was casually talking about the power of meditation or some
such thing when all of a sudden he waved his hands in the air and produced a
pendant containing a beautiful picture of Lord Muruga. I was stunned. I had not
seen anything like that before. I was not a devotee when I joined the college
(my father asked me to), so this was something that really shook me. I went
back to the hostel and waxed eloquent about the power of Swami to some of my
seniors.
They nodded sagely and smiled
cryptically. It was not long before some of them called me aside and said
ˇDon’t start believing all this stuff. It does not take much to become a
devotee, but it takes a lot to come out of it!. Saying this one of them waved
his hand and produced vibhuti and another produced a ring. Then they
told me all.
The simplicity of this is going to
baffle you, so be prepared for the gullibility of the common man.
Swami produces things out of “thin air”
by turning his right palm to face the ground while rotating it (parallel to the
ground) a few times. He then makes a sudden upward motion (as if he is plucking
a low lying fruit) and gives out whatever he has produced. The mechanism of doing
this is simple. When he comes out of the mandir, his left hand will be
holding a kerchief or letter or his flowing robe.
Don't look at his smiling face or his
overflowing hair. Look at his left hand: clutched in his hand with (mostly) the
middle finger, ring finger and the little finger is whatever he is going to
give out that session. Vibhuti pellets (those of you who have seen him
give out vibhuti will recollect that he makes a powdering action with
his fingers when he is actually delivering), rings or whatever. Just keep
looking at his hand. There will be a time when a devotee will fall at his feet
or when he will lean forward. At that time the stuff gets transferred to
between his fingers in the right hand. This would be visible too (if you are
looking for it). Very soon thereafter, the “materialisation”
takes place.
Right, so you think this method is so
stupid that even a goat would have found it out by now. Let me tell you
something, just practice this a few times, and try it on your friends. You will
be surprised by their surprise. I can do this easily now and have fooled many
of my friends. Only I don’t call myself god and have VIPs fall at my feet.
I have seen these things happen hundreds
of times. I have received vibhuti, laddu and such myself. In our hostel there
was a coterie (select group) who knew about all these tricks. We used to have a
ball of a time in darshan line and then share the hilarious
experiences after the show was over.
Once, Swami was out of the mandir and was collecting letters. He had a
small silver pendant in his hand which we had all seen when he had gone past us
in the line. He had transferred it to his right hand and was just waiting for
someone to give it to, when a devotee from a back row extended a letter. Swami
bent forward and stretched out his right palm to receive it. It was a fine Bangalore morning, the sun was out and the
pendant in his hand was gleaming for all to see! We went black and blue for a
second and suppressing a threatening-to-explode laugh, looked away. Swami went
ahead unperturbed, and gave the pendant to some important looking guy down the
line. We were talking about this for a whole week and even thought of writing a
letter to Swami asking him to be more careful.
On another occasion, a singer had come
to Brindavan and we were listening to him. Swami wanted to give him a watch and
it was in readiness beneath his left thigh in the sofa on which he was sitting.
I was sitting three rows from Swami and watching him closely. The song over,
Swami shifted a bit on his seat and the watch was now in his left hand. He bent
forward and moved the watch to his right hand. I saw this, then looked up and
saw Swami was watching me. I turned red but so did Swami! He started shifting
around a lot and asked one of the students to change the direction of the table
fan and when the audience was looking away, put the watch back in his left
hand. Now, the student who was changing the fan was a nervous wreck with
everyone watching him, and whatever happened, there were sparks flying out of
the socket! Other students set it right, but by now the watch had gone back
below the thigh. The singer never got it that day (I really felt sorry for
him).
The next morning in darshan line
Swami came near me and opening his empty right palm, called me a Doubting
Thomas”. I wished I could have asked him to open the left palm, since I knew he
had something there.
Now, this seems funny but I got very
scared and wrote a very apologetic letter to him.
There are a couple of other tricks he
does. During Dussehra he does a vibhuti abhishek of Shirdi Sai
Baba. He gets a pot, turns it upside down to show it empty, then puts his hand
inside and vibhuti starts flowing out. Even a goat with a rational mind
would figure out what he is doing. Take a pot, fill it with vibhuti and
solidify it with some water and let it stand. Until you disturb it, nothing
will fall out.
Another thing he used to do was materialise a linga. He does this by
regurgitation (yes!). He makes motions as if he is trying to get it out of his
stomach and soon enough, has it out of his mouth. You will find plenty of these
if you visit the museum in Puttaparthi. The way he does this is also simple.
There is always a queue of trusted lieutenants (secret police?) who stand by
him and pass him white handkerchiefs on which he would eventually place the
linga.
In one of these the linga will
come and all he has to do is to take it close to his mouth and make a motion as
if the linga had just dropped into the kerchief. I have not seen this
myself (he no longer does it) but I have seen videos of this. My point is, once
you have proved that one of his miracles is magic, the rest don't need any
proof.
Some students in the college know this
and live a life of forced devotion and false pretence. They have to, for if
they don't, life can get very unpleasant. The parents of these students are
very ardent devotees, whose lives have been defined by their devotion to Swami.
It would be impossible to convince them that Swami is not what they think he
is, but only a cheap charlatan doing popular tricks.
The lives of these students are truly
pitiable. They live a constant Jeckyll and Hyde life from which there is no
reprieve. But the lives of some students are more horrible.
THE UGLY : This I have not had personal
experience with (thank holy heavens for that!) but it is 100% true because I
have heard first hand accounts of these bizarre things. I have looked at enough
circumstantial evidences along with these witness' accounts that I have no
hesitation in telling that the following is true.
How do I start telling this to you,
gentle reader? In my very first few days in our hostel, I had the distinct
impression that something ugly was going on about which everybody knew but none
wanted to talk. Whenever Swami came to Bangalore, there always used to be a few
students who got interviews every other day.
These students were often referred to as
those who are in form (a cricket analogy) with Swami. These students were among
the most privileged in the hostel. They could go outside the hostel (not
normally allowed) as and when they like, and behave specially. The wardens and
lecturers used to consult them before anything significant was done in the
hostel. These students kept within themselves for most of the time. I was
preoccupied with my own troubles and did not keep any close look at these,
though I was curious.
When I got to know about Swami from my
seniors, they asked me if I noticed anything strange about the hostel. I told
them. They smiled and asked me to keep an open eye, promising they would tell
me all about it soon. It did not take me very long to find out what was
different about these students. They were all gay. Now, kindly bring down those
raised eyebrows my dear reader. All the indications, body languages, special
jokes about husband and wives etc were there and it did not take a sleuth’s
effort to divine what was going on. I told about this to my seniors and the
fact they told me was startling to say the least.
Many of these students were made gay
(sodomized would be an unrefined word) by Swami, who himself is gay. (!) I did
not believe it when they told me this. But not long after, I heard the
experiences as narrated by students who had undergone the trauma themselves.
Now, it so happened that a couple of these students were Tamils, with whom I
became friendly quite soon.
One
of them used to tell me harrowing stories. When Swami was in Brindavan he used
to get the call for interview at least once in three days. Whereas a student
when he gets an interview is usually so elated and pleased that Swami has
recognised his devotion etc - this boy, let’s call him Nandan, always had a
grim face as he walked into the bungalow. He never attended classes those days
in which he got an interview. I have often seen him show marks in his chest and
chin and say a flow of choice words of slang. Nandan often used to get covers
(envelopes) from Swami in public and sometimes he would be asked to open one.
It would contain crisp hundred rupee notes. (David’s note: I have seen this
happen many times).
There
is another word for giving money for such acts. Nandan was helpless. He could
not go home and complain. His family and parents were devotees for thirty years
and their very lives had been defined around Baba. Nandan, since he knew the
world, has been knowing Swami and none else as God. He was first initiated into
doing this when he was in school. Swami told him that he (Swami) was the only purusha
in the world and the whole world was his wife. Nandan was asked to think of
himself as Radha, devoted to the Krishna.
Nandan’s whole attitude towards life is now irrevocably changed.
There was another boy, Kumar (say), who
was called for interview the first time. He was so elated. That afternoon a
bunch of us went up to him (he was our junior) and asked him what happened. He
had a blissful look on his face as he spoke. ˇSwami asked me if I had stomach
ache? I said by Swami’s grace I don’t. Swami laughed and said Why do you have
to hide it from me? Tell me, do you have stomach ache?” I don’t know why but I
said yes. Swami then said he will cure it and produced sandalwood oil from thin
air and rubbed it on my stomach and below. I will never forget the experience!.
We did not need such proofs however. It was always obvious. Jokes with double
meanings, patting on the cheek, pinching students.
He had the horrible habit of putting his
hand inside the shirt pocket and pinching the chest.
Students who entered this quicksand of destruction, whether willingly or
otherwise, lead an unspeakable life. Devoted students held them in awe and the
students who knew, either despised them or pitied them. And they had no
recourse.
There were students who went dangerously
close to such a fate and escaped. My friend Ramana (say), was high on the hit
list when he smartly realised this and moved out of sight by not attending bhajans
or hiding in the back rows. That was the time I was on the hit list too, but
our guardian angels intervened in the form of a summer vacation. Towards the
end of my stay in the place, the disease was only spreading. I was in
Bangalore. In Puttaparthi (where we used to go some five times a year) things
were far worse in numbers. I heard that many students there are gay either
directly by the big man or transitively. The atmosphere, an all-boys place with
zero outer world exposure for a prolonged period during adolescence, is only
conducive to such a thing.
This,
in my opinion is the ugliest part of Swami. We used to divulge the information
about Swami to our juniors, whether advisable or not. I always said it should
be done if only to make them realise about this ugly part.