I came from Shirdi a few moments ago. It was a memorable trip, though no phenomenal changes happened in me as a person. I wanted to 'change' or at least, expected to 'change' after hearing all the 'miracles' Sai Baba has done, but, nothing happened. This certainly does not mean that I have lost my faith in Sai Baba. Of this I'm sure, it's not going to happen, ever, the loss of faith. I'm, in fact, a witness of some miracles, the only sad part was it didn't happen in Baba's territory.
I also went to Shani Shingdapur(Maharashtrians will call it Shingdapuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuur, I've more on this in my store,but some times later). The journey was ok ( 6/10), the panda/pujaari was a biggest jerk of the millennium I must say. That guy pissed me off big time. Before I could devout I was way off the Shila. I was pressed against the time so I had to leave before I could explore the place more and see houses with no door.
A must visit, I would say, provided you have time to sit and feel the presence of the Divine.
I tried to keep the tale of short journey shorter and filled it with not enough reasons to compel you to go, but certainly enough to reconsider your decision about going to Shirdi. But at the moment I'm one pissed sleepy guy, my words are not be taken seriously, especially the cursing part.
Good Night.
Om Sai Ram.
Om Sani Shanaishcharaye Namah
Monday, February 22, 2010
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