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| bhattu | Posted
on 06-Apr-04 05:03 PM
hey anyone know the truth about sai baba??? rumours ?? 
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| nirlaz | Posted
on 06-Apr-04 05:06 PM
he is nirlaz |
| cool_keta | Posted
on 06-Apr-04 05:45 PM
that bhalujagate, he cant even afford to cut his hair? Is he in america or something? |
| selfexplorer | Posted
on 06-Apr-04 08:15 PM
Most of us are unconscious but think conscious due to ego of damn knowledge or education. Mostly those educated in US are the worst I have seen. They seem themselves as knowing everything. Their knowledge is bullshit because they comment on everything without experiencing.... That's why Americans are hated everywhere in the world while these kids ... I understand them well.They'll learn in future, I know. |
| urbi | Posted
on 06-Apr-04 08:26 PM
Excerpts from the book "Man of Miracles" Howard Murphet, well-known and respected author from Australia, has investigated the miracles of Sathya Sai Baba for decades. What follows are excepts from his book, "Man of Miracles", where he tells some of his fascinating and incredible experiences (pp. 81-87). One afternoon soon after our arrival we all went for a drive and, leaving the cars, strolled about on a rocky knoll of the hills. Baba several times picked up a piece of broken rock, played with it awhile, and then threw it away. Finally, just as we were returning, he kept a piece about the size of a man's closed fist and carried it back to Circuit House. Arriving there, he took us into one of the suites and sat on the carpet while we sat in a semi-circle around him. He began to talk conversationally on everyday topics, occasionally throwing the piece of rock a couple of feet in the air and letting it fall on the floor. Presently he tossed it over to me, asking: "Can you eat that?" I examined the rock closely. It was hard granite, streaky and rather lightish in colour. I admitted its inedibility and bowled it back to him — he was not more than two yards away from me. He took the stone and, still chatting casually, threw it in the air again, while a dozen pairs of eyes watched expectantly. I felt that something strange was going to happen and never let the stone out of my sight. Now as it lay on the carpet I could see a slight change in its appearance. Although of exactly the same size and shape, and still streaky, it was a little lighter in colour than before. Swami rolled it back to me across the carpet. "Can you eat it now?" he asked. To my amazement and joy it was no longer rock but sugar candy. Baba broke it into pieces, giving us each a portion to eat. It was sweet and delicious as candy should be. Is this an illusion, I wondered, are we all hypnotised? So I put a piece in my pocket. I still have it and it's still sugar candy I thought of the popular song about 'The Big Rock Candy Mountains' and jokingly said to him, "I wish you would turn the whole mountain into candy or chocolate." Baba seemed to take this seriously or maybe as a kind of challenge. Anyway he replied solemnly that it would not be right to interfere too much with Nature's housekeeping. Then it occurred to me that my joke was rather superficial. If will power, or whatever power it is, can transmute a small piece of igneous rock into an entirely different substance, why not a large piece? And why not into any substance? One sparkling morning I was walking with Swami and the two teenage youths in the gardens of Circuit House. Baba was wearing an ochre-coloured robe which fell like a smooth cylinder from shoulders to ground. As Iris had ironed some of his robes a couple of days earlier, I knew for certain that they contained neither pockets nor places where anything could be concealed. His sleeves were straight and loose, without cuffs. He carried nothing in his hands. One of the young men was returning to Bombay next day and wanted to take photos of Swami, so the latter posed for several pictures. Occasionally, as we strolled and talked, he paused to pick a berry or a bud from one of the shrubs. This he would examine with the concentration and thoughtfulness of a botanist: then after a while he would throw it away as if it were not quite suitable to some purpose he had in mind. Finally he picked a small bud from a bush, examined it, seemed satisfied, and handed it to me, saying: "Keep that." Soon afterwards we went back up the steps to the front entrance. Baba did not go to his own suite but walked straight into ours. He sat on an armchair while the young men, my wife and I gathered around him on the carpet. Swami asked for the bud that he had given me. I handed it to him, and he held it in his fingers for a while, discussing it. "What flower is it?" he asked. We confessed our ignorance. He suggested that it might be a button rose and we agreed. Then looking at me he asked: "What do you want it to become?" I was at a loss to know what to say, so I replied: "Anything you like, Swami." He held it in the palm of his right hand, closed his fist, and blew into it. Then he asked me to stretch out my hand. I gasped, and my wife gave a squeal of delight as from the hand that held the flower bud there fell into my open palm a glittering diamond of brilliant cut. In size it matched the bud, which had completely vanished. |
| urbi | Posted
on 06-Apr-04 08:28 PM
We were on the floor around Baba expecting a morning discourse, perhaps one of those wonderful stories from Indian mythology which lead the mind to the deeper truths of life. However, before talking, he showed us a green leaf and wrote on it with his fingernail. Then he handed the leaf to me, but I could make nothing of the writing, which he said was a mantram in Sanskrit. Next he asked for a book, and one of the ladies who occupied the suite passed him her Telegu grammar. Placing the leaf between the pages, he shut the book and tapped its cover several times. Now he opened it and took out the leaf. The writing was still on it, but instead of being green and fresh as it had been a moment before it was brown and so dry that it easily crumbled into dust. Baba tossed the book on the carpet nearby and, after talking for a while, left the room. Well, I thought, on the face of it this miracle would not stand up to the sceptic; the brown leaf could have been somehow "planted" in the book earlier. So I picked up the volume and searched its pages for the missing green leaf, but could find nothing. Why am I doubting, I asked myself, when I have seen him do so many things equally incredible and inexplicable? Sai Baba had somehow blasted this leaf, as another One who stood above Nature had blasted a tree two thousand years ago. It was as if, for the leaf, many months of summer had been telescoped into that one magical moment when Baba tapped the book. |
| urbi | Posted
on 06-Apr-04 08:30 PM
We were on the floor around Baba expecting a morning discourse, perhaps one of those wonderful stories from Indian mythology which lead the mind to the deeper truths of life. However, before talking, he showed us a green leaf and wrote on it with his fingernail. Then he handed the leaf to me, but I could make nothing of the writing, which he said was a mantram in Sanskrit. Next he asked for a book, and one of the ladies who occupied the suite passed him her Telegu grammar. Placing the leaf between the pages, he shut the book and tapped its cover several times. Now he opened it and took out the leaf. The writing was still on it, but instead of being green and fresh as it had been a moment before it was brown and so dry that it easily crumbled into dust. Baba tossed the book on the carpet nearby and, after talking for a while, left the room. Well, I thought, on the face of it this miracle would not stand up to the sceptic; the brown leaf could have been somehow "planted" in the book earlier. So I picked up the volume and searched its pages for the missing green leaf, but could find nothing. Why am I doubting, I asked myself, when I have seen him do so many things equally incredible and inexplicable? Sai Baba had somehow blasted this leaf, as another One who stood above Nature had blasted a tree two thousand years ago. It was as if, for the leaf, many months of summer had been telescoped into that one magical moment when Baba tapped the book. At Horsley Hills Sai Baba produced a particularly striking example of such telekinesis. One evening a party of us were sitting on the carpet in his suite; Ramanatha Reddy, the doctor, the young men, Iris and myself were there. Swami asked me the year of my birth, and when I told him, he said that he would get for me from America a coin minted there in that same year. He began to circle his down-turned hand in the air in front of us, making perhaps half a dozen small circles, saying the while: "It's coming now ..... coming ..... here it is!" Then he closed his hand and held it before me, smiling as if enjoying my eager expectancy. When the coin dropped from his hand to mine, I noted first that it was heavy and golden. On closer examination I found, to my delight, that it was a genuine milled American ten-dollar coin, with the year of my birth stamped beneath a profile head of the Statue of Liberty. "Born the same year as you," Swami smiled. |
| urbi | Posted
on 06-Apr-04 08:31 PM
A few miles from Circuit House the car, and several other vehicles following it, stopped by the roadside. We all got out and went to a patch of sand some fifty yards away which had been seen from the road on an earlier journey. Baba asked the young men in the party to make him a sand platform, so they scraped and pushed the sand with their hands to build a flat stage about a foot high and four feet square. Baba sat cross-legged in the middle of this and the party clustered in a semi-circle around him. I was in the front row of the spectators, right at the edge of the sand platform. The thought passed through my mind that if any object had previously been buried here, near where Baba was sittting, he would have to dig down more than a foot through the newly-piled sand to reach it. He began as usual with a spiritual discourse which, apparently, aIways has the effect of harmonising and purifying the psychic atmoshere around. Maybe this is a necessary preparation for the miracles. Then with his forefinger he made a drawing on the surface of the sand just in front of him, and asked me what it was. From where I sat it looked rather like a human figure, and I told him so. Laughing, and with the expression of a happy child playing on a beach, he scooped up the sand to form a little mound above the drawing, about six inches high. Still with an air of happy expectation he put his fingers lightly into the top of the mound, perhaps an inch down, and drew out, head first, a silvery shining figure, like the drawing he had made. It was a statue of the god Vishnu, about four inches in height. He held it up for everyone to see, then put it to one side, smoothed out the mound before him to make a flat surface again, and began once more to discuss spiritual topics. Soon he made another drawing in the sand on the same spot as before. Again he scooped sand over it, making a mound — a wider flat-topped one this time. Again with a happy chuckle he felt with his finger-tips into the top of the mound and scraped a little sand away; less than an inch down was a photograph. He pulled it out, shook the yellow grains away, and held it up for us to see. It was a glossy black-and-white print, about ten inches by eight |
| urbi | Posted
on 06-Apr-04 08:31 PM
What would the skeptics say about this, l wondered. Would they suggest that Baba carried around with him a stock of coins so that he would have one to match my year of birth. Such old American coins, now long out of circulation, would not be easy for him to obtain in India through normal channels. I have no doubt whatever that this was one of Baba's many genuine apports. While he circled his hand before us, some agency under his will had dematerialised this gold coin at some place somewhere, carried it at space-annihilating velocity, and re-materialised it in Sai Baba's hand. From where did it come? Who knows? Baba would never say; perhaps from some old hoard, hidden, lost, forgotten long ago, and now belonging to no one alive. Although I had come to know through first-hand experience that Sai Baba was certainly not an impostor and that his miracles were genuine, I could not help thinking that the use of sand as a medium for production was something which gave fuel to the sceptic. Admittedly several of his followers had told me that in fact everything he had produced from sand he had also produced at other times without it — that is, from the air. Even so, an objective psychical researcher, hearing the stories of the sand wonders, is bound to raise the queries: are the objects previously "planted" in the sand? Or does Baba by some lightning sleight-of-hand slip them in just before he digs them out? In fact, for anyone who had neither seen the miracles for themselves nor felt the spiritually elevating presence of Sai Baba, I suspected that "sand productions" must leave a bigger question mark in the mind than "other productions". But this was because such events had not hitherto been fully and thoroughly reported to me by a careful observer. At a later period I had my own close observations of the sand miracles confirmed by several of India's leading scientists — but that is jumping ahead of the story. The first point I want to make clear about my Horsley Hills experience of Baba's "sand productions" is that on the journey from Circuit House to the place of the miracles I sat in the front of the car with Sai Baba and Raja Reddy, who was driving. Baba carried nothing in his hands, and he was wearing his usual robe; none of the objects later produced could have been concealed on his person. |
| urbi | Posted
on 06-Apr-04 08:32 PM
He passed it around for some of us to look at closely, and later I examined it at leasure back at our quarters. It was a photograph of the Hindu gods and avatars, standing in two rows to form a forward-pointing arrowhead, with Lord Krishna in the foreground at the tip. Heads of Satya Sai Baba and Shirdi Baba could be seen as small inserts on the body of Krishna. This print, I felt, was not produced in any earthly studio. Baba later gave it to Mr. and Mrs. T. A. Ramanatha Reddy, our hosts. It stood with the unearthed statue of Vishnu for some days on a side table in the dining room at Circuit House. Other objects produced from the sand in the same manner went to various people in the audience. There were, for example, a jappamala (rosary) for Mr. Niak, the Collector of Kolar District, and a pendant which was given to a revenue officer. But there was one supreme production from that sand patch of which we all had a share. Baba did his outline sketch, which I could see from where I sat was a little container of some kind. Then, in the usual way, he scraped the top sand with his open hands to make a tiny hill above the drawing. Pausing a moment with a delighted smile, he felt into the crown of the hill and took out a silver-coloured container. This was of circular shape with a neck and a screw-top. At a guess its spherical bowl would be perhaps two and a half inches in diameter. Sai Baba unscrewed the lid and a wonderful perfume pervaded the air. Putting the container to one side, he went through the same process again of drawing and mound-building. This time the product was a golden spoon like a small teaspoon. With this he stirred the contents of the bowl and, standing up, began to give some to each of his spectators. Like the others I opened my mouth while he poured a spoonful onto my tongue. The word that came into my mind was "ambrosial"; it seemed nothing less than the food of the gods; it suggested a mixture of the essences of the most heavenly fruits, the divine archetypes of the loveliest fruits of earth. The taste is quite indescribable; it has to be experienced. The devotees call this glorious nectar amrita, which has much the same meaning as ambrosia — the food of the immortals. Several devotees, including some westerners like Nirmalananda and Gabriela, had told me about seeing it produced on rare occasions from the sand, and all tried in vain to describe its exquisite taste and aroma. Others, including Dr. Sitaramiah, had witnessed Baba produce amrita by squeezing his own hand, and in other ways. But no one at this time had seen manifestation of amrita for about three years, and I was very grateful that Baba had given my wife and myself this personal experience of a thrilling, deeply-moving miracle. It was witnessed on this occasion at Horsley Hills by about forty-five men and more than a dozen women. Baba went around giving some to all, except to the women who were staying at Circuit House. There was enough amrita for everyone to have a spoonful each and the bowl was still not empty. Baba handed it to me to carry back to our quarters. I felt very honoured and held it carefully in my hand as we drove up the sharp bends to the crest of the hill. Sand still clung to the designs carved on the silvery metal, which I was told was the sacred alloy panchaloha. On the balcony of Circuit House I handed the container back to Baba and he straight away walked around giving some to each of the ladies who had not yet tasted the "food of the gods". I sometimes wondered afterwards what had happened to the little bowl but about a year later a Bombay.devotee told me he had visited Baba at Horsley Hills a day or two after the event and been presented with the panchaloha container. It still held some amrita which he and his family enjoyed, and the miracle bowl now occupies a place of honour in his home. So here are the answers to the two points raised by my inner psychical researcher. First, the objects could not have been previously hidden in the sand patch ready for Baba to take out because they came from the top of a mound, made before our eyes, on the top of a foot-thick sand stage, also built while we watched. Secondly, even if Baba could have carried the objects to the sand patch that night without my seeing them, an utter impossibility, he could not by the most expert legerdemain have slipped such articles as a glittering idol, a large photograph, a bulky jappamala and a shining bowl of nectar into the sand under our noses without our being aware of the fact. If he could, he is superior to the most expert conjuror and should be making fame and fortune on the stage as an entertainer. |
| urbi | Posted
on 06-Apr-04 08:33 PM
Quite apart from the miraculous production of such objects there is the strange mystery of the amrita itself — its ambrosial out-of-this-world quality, its power (shown on various occasions) to increase in quantity to meet the needs of whatever numbers happen to be present. What, I wondered, was its actual significance? I determined to ask Sai Baba about this at the first opportunity. Some Conclusions (from Man of Miracles by Howard Murphet, pp. 183-189) The wealth of miraculous things that my own eyes have witnessed assure my acceptance of things of similar nature about which I have heard. This acceptance is aided by my knowledge of the integrity, intelligence and high moral character of the many witnesses. But, though to many eminent community leaders, and to thousands of ordinary folk like myself, the Sai miracles are indisputable facts, the eye witnesses represent only a small fraction of mankind. So what about the millions beyond the orbit of those who have been fortunate enough to see for themselves? What about the masses of materialists and atheists, conditioned by the superficial philosophy of modern technological progress? Is there the slightest likelihood that they may credit the truth of the incredible events described in these pages? The human mind by its nature regards anything outside a commonly accepted framework of rationality as impossible and rejects it. A materialisation phenomenon, for example, is so foreign to everyday experience that, even after watching it happen, it is not easy for one to believe that it really took place. One seems to have been in some odd way out of space and time. When one is back in the normal dimensions of space and time, the reality of a miracle seems to vanish. It goes as the reality of a dream goes on waking. "Did the miracle really happen?" the thinking mind asks. But the glittering jewel, which came from nowhere, lies in the hand; the taste of the candy, which a moment ago was granite or paper, is undeniably on the tongue. The effects are apparent; the comprehensible causes are missing, and they are not to be found by our rationalistic thinking. There is little doubt that all continents and all peoples will have the chance to see Sai Baba in the years ahead. So here is something never known before in the world's history. A God-man, a living worker of miracles, will be able through the use of modern global communications to travel the world, and make his message known to all people during his lifetime. Of old, this could not happen, and tidings of such amazing events reached the mass of mankind either through verbal reports or by accounts written long after the events took place. Now the sceptic, the doubting Thomas, who cannot believe in either the greater or the lesser miracles can prove their reality for himself. If keen enough, he can visit Prasanti Nilayam to witness them; otherwise he can wait until Sai Baba comes nearer to his part of the globe. The miracles of Christ and Krishna must be taken on trust or through faith; those of Sai Baba you can see for yourself. sai Ram |
| urbi | Posted
on 06-Apr-04 08:40 PM
http://www.sathyasai.org/ |
| Dominatrix | Posted
on 06-Apr-04 08:43 PM
That was a good long read...im an athiest u know, i still dont know what to think after all that, but thanks Urbi for bringing it to light. What is everyone's beliefs about Sai Baba? Do u believe? |
| babaal | Posted
on 06-Apr-04 08:49 PM
Domi, I believe in Masochism ;) |
| tick | Posted
on 06-Apr-04 11:11 PM
Is this site worth seeking?? target=new href="http://www.exbaba.com/">www.exbaba.com |
| bhattu | Posted
on 07-Apr-04 12:00 AM
THANKS URBI THAT WAS ENLIGHTENING I HAVE TO SEE THE MIRACLES MYSELF AND MAYBE IT'S NOT FAKE BUT HOW CAN GOD LIVE WITH MORTALS SOMETHING TO THINK ABOUT IT WOULD BE JUST GREAT I AM STILL CONFUSED |
| urbi | Posted
on 07-Apr-04 09:03 AM
You wel come.Trust or not it's on you but noone should criticiz. |
| confused | Posted
on 07-Apr-04 01:36 PM
"but noone should criticiz. " its upon us to criciz..ma ni gako thiee..sai baba ko ashram ma..but when i saw what i saw..teti khera mero bisswash uddhyo sai baba batu.. ReaSONS : 1) he is the SEXISt person i have ever seen in my life 2) he has all those billionares and millionares sitting in the front...near him (thats where he gets his donations from) 3) those children who has just reached their puberty are treated very different. 4) sai baba's Schools... 5) ppl working for him and so on and onnnn..dont have time..will continue to criticizz later :P |
| john doe | Posted
on 07-Apr-04 02:48 PM
Wasnt there a thread some time ago chronicling allegations of sexual abuse of minors by Sai Baba? |
| urbi | Posted
on 07-Apr-04 05:17 PM
Confused There is nothing wrong to be a SEXISt person and i don't know what u saw.Well i never been to india and i haven't seen him in real but i don't think he does anything wrong. Joha sexual abuse of minors by Sai Baba? I don't know what u mean by that??May be he is not a god but he is a good person. He doesn't ask those billionares and millionares ppl to come to visit him. they go as their wish.May be u are mad cuz u or your family or friends didn't get addimitation in his school. |
| oys_chill | Posted
on 07-Apr-04 10:19 PM
your faith in Sai Baba is based upon few incidence of coincidences. We've discussed about sai baba here in detail before. I don't haave the time now to dig up the thread, but let me give you my say.. Sai baba is a third class con artist. You might want to do a little more unbiased research on his holiness. We all have our personal preference when it comes to faith, but it might come as a shock to you the living god has been infamously linked with organ selling scams, and pedophile charges. Yah, in a way, you can see him as a saint helping the poor with his noble ways, but it doesn't hurt to learn the truth than to have blind faith :)...and please next time you get Prasad from his SPONTANEOUS GENERATION PLACE (funny, he usually appears in mansions only), check for the OM SIGN. I would like to know if it matches with my sister's :) just to make sure if its the same sai baba appearing in different places ;) ...and if you are not ready to believe any of the truth, you can always resort to this hindi movie "JADUGAAR"... |
| porcelina | Posted
on 07-Apr-04 10:57 PM
Jadugar kicked ass!! |
| Spunk_Fluid | Posted
on 08-Apr-04 06:42 AM
Here is another discussion on sai baba that I found - http://www.sajha.com/sajha/html/OpenThread.cfm?forum=2&ThreadID=13774&show=all |
| confused | Posted
on 08-Apr-04 01:25 PM
URBI BRO/sis/it whatever you are.. no i dont have a brother nor did i go with any family member out there..me and only my mom visited that place..we visited because i really wanted to see what sai baba was..because at that time everybody in nepal was prasing about him and i wanted to see the so called GOD.. NO no one wanted to get adminstered on his harsh mannerism school..gals are FORCED to were saris but nothing else when they have thier frist period...children have to wake up early in the morning and i meaan earlly..and do the prayers repeat gayatri mantra..and what else not..and have buncch off study to do by them selves.. what do i mean by sexist..in his MAHAL Men And women are treated like two different JANTUS from different world..even a mother and son arent allowed to be togther..what is that?? is that what gods do?? well..dont have time to waste on sai baba..so i sign off :) |
| confused | Posted
on 08-Apr-04 01:32 PM
anyway urbi..if giving out so called PARSAD from your hand is god to you..what would you call a person that gives out MILK from his ears..coz i have seen those ppl in YO JADU HOINA or something like that..show..use to be on nepal tv :P |
| confused | Posted
on 08-Apr-04 01:35 PM
one for thing..so called GOD why doesnt he give his speech in ENGLISH..instead has a translator..but nevertheless i do count him as a philosopher :) |
| confused | Posted
on 08-Apr-04 01:36 PM
another thing..hahah he calls himself who prasies all religion..BUUUTT only PRaises HINDU religion the mossttttt... |
| porcelina | Posted
on 08-Apr-04 01:48 PM
my only experience with anything to do with sai baba was iin primary school. i had a friend who was a devout follower of sai baba, this 9 year old kid who wore these necklaces and rings with sai baba's face printed on them. she offered me a necklace, and i was a snotty 9 year old trying to be cool, so i took it, and i wore it. i went back home and announced to my extremely devout hindu grandfather (who refuses to eat garlic and onion and etc etc), and i announced that i had found a new religion. i got quite a whacking, which i am glad i got, because i am not at all willing to follow some person blindly for anything in this world. and if, in the future, the kid i would have would come home and say they had found a new religion and a new god, i'd whack them like my grandfather did without gicing a second thought. if you;re old enough, thats fine- you are an adult and you have your own mind to think, but a kid?? GO PLAY!! |
| urbi | Posted
on 08-Apr-04 01:57 PM
Confused, I all heard about baba was from neplai ppl.They do bhajan and put his pic with other god and worship.Even one of my aunt fast every thursday for baba.I have heard lots good things he have done.Even here in usa they show me om and ass from his poster. well, i do have a faith in god but i am not the one who runs after it but when i am walking around if i saw a temple i always put my head down. it's just my trust and i heard all about god from my family. my friedns they ask me how come u have 33million god well i don't know what to reply???? |
| confused | Posted
on 08-Apr-04 05:13 PM
then urbi better start learning :) i have also been addressed by these questions many time..i can proudly say now i know abt it, our religion is the most idealistic, realistic and culturally depth religion. :) learn about it and u will figure how did all those gods come from...dissapointly i also dont know much about our religion , :( but i try to learn every bit thats possible... so as for you ghandi was once quoted saying that... "The matter of my own religious faith is a deeply personal and private matter, between myself and my Creator" |
| urbi | Posted
on 08-Apr-04 08:50 PM
okay confused i will try to learn any idea how to learn. |
| redstone | Posted
on 08-Apr-04 09:09 PM
I used to lice in basbari, and there was a temple for"sai baba". My grandma goes there everyday and prays. till this day i think she goes every evening for aarati. I was there once being a kid, i used to listen to my grandma's prayer and did what she told me to do. One time she told me to keep looking at a huge pic of sai baba. I just stared at the pic and it seemed to move and smile and blink its eyes. NOW NOW, i later found out its an illusion your eye creates if you stare at somethin for quite a long time. Like, i remember girls back in nepal said turn the lights off get a candle and go to mirror and stare at yourself and you will see an image of inner self.. some people claimed that they did. But its just an "mirage" if you will... anyway, i thought that the smiles and movements were real for that time. But now since we're here in US, i see no happiness, i mean, im always workin and i don't seem to have enough money, and life sucks. My grandma keeps on sending his picture and other things of saibaba from nepal time to time. One time my dad called him "mula baba" coz there is a pic of hime my mom put in our living room. she's not a hardcore beliver of sai baba, but i think she kinda belives in the things that happen in india. once i saw this video of the nepali woman called sai baba ko bahini. she used to puke "okalnu" i mean pull an egg out of her mouth, and move her hands and pull out a kharani. somethin weird, and i think thats some kind of trick. or maybe its true. i won't belive it until i see it with my own eyes. So for now, i will belive in shiva and bishnu and other zillions of gods in hinduism. |
| redstone | Posted
on 08-Apr-04 09:13 PM
lice=live we should have an option of editing the post, instead of double posting..!!! |
| nirlaz | Posted
on 08-Apr-04 09:33 PM
Sai Baba ta magician.. so long there are blind followers he exists... that's the problem. |
| megalomaniac | Posted
on 15-Apr-04 12:21 PM
interesting!! just shows the fact that with all goods comes the bad......But again one should also also be aware of the fact that there are ppl who like to accuse others for no reason at all....baal ho!! |