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When I was led by an Unknown Beam of Light – a true story
By Vijay Khosla (Part –IV of the Story)
The tone and my declaration was a plain stupid thing to do. I do not know what got into me that I was behaving so adamantly. Aunt Nirmala was very upset. The shadows of anger and sadness were clearly visible on her somber face. It was almost as if she was on the verge of leaving me for my disgraceful behavior, that something changed her mind and she looked back at me.
She said very sadly almost in resignation, “Alright son, what will I gain by remaining back when you are unwilling to stay for the night. Don't forget that we started this journey together and we ought to finish it jointly”.
I felt sorry and was uncomfortable upon hearing that. I replied:
“No aunt, please don’t do that. Considering your age, you are already tired. Take rest tonight and start afresh your pilgrimage to Bhairon Nath Temple and other places first thing in the morning tomorrow”.
But she did not agree to my suggestion. Instead, she got up and tied carefully her shawl around her. Then she picked up her staff of bamboo stick and looked inquiringly at me as if asking me to make a move. I was taken aback at this show of strength and will power. There were no visible lines of tiredness on her face and she looked fit enough to take on the return journey as well.
Today, when I think over the whole chain of events, it surprises me to the hilt that how could have I been so naïve and foolish that I did not recognize her for what she was and who she was! What a foolish lad I was and perhaps a man I am, even to this day!
But, as the turn of events and time might have it, I just over looked the things.
Mountain-Trek - Courtesy: maavaishnodevi.org
Well, we commenced our return journey. The dusk was spreading its wings and a very little day light was left. The sun had gone behind the hills and the birds were flying back to their nests. A soft cool breeze was blowing through the hills.
After reaching at the first stone stair-case leading down the slope of hill, I preferred stairs to descend the hill and asked aunt Nirmala to follow the plain pathway. Aunt Nirmala was not pleased and instead offered to follow the stairs along with me. I requested her to reconsider my suggestion but she refused plainly. It pricked a little and made me to think how much strong this old woman is at this age? Rather I praised her for that.
We started descending stairs together. I was ahead and she was a step behind. She had advised me to descend slowly, a step each at a time since it had started getting dark. But my youthful stance was almost a slow trot down the hill in place of a single step each time. I was covering multiple steps and after reaching eight to ten steps ahead of her, I used to halt and wait for her slow but steady descend. When she reached up to my stair level, I used to start my trot again playfully.
At one of the stairs level, when she had reached me and I was about to descend the next step,
Oh God, I slipped!
I had already slipped the step and was on the verge of beginning my fall. Within those micro seconds, it flashed in my mind that I am going to fall and hurt myself. I was afraid and my eyes got closed.
The inevitable fall had begun and my eyes were shut with fear, when a strong hand caught me by the shirt collar and held me! The grip on my collar was rock solid. And slowly she helped me to gain my balance. She called my name repeatedly and shook me as if trying to wake me up. I opened my eyes and stared at my surroundings unbelievingly. I got up and stood shakily on my feet. My body was shivering with fear. Whatever had transpired was just unbelievable!
An old and frail woman had just saved me!!
I was trying to recover when I heard her admonish me and she said,
“This was the reason I was not leaving you alone even on these stair steps. I knew some odd is due, but when and where… never knew”.
Now, listen carefully my boy, once we finish this set of stair steps, follow the plain mountain road. It is almost getting dark and I do not want you slipping again. No more descending through the stairs. Is that clear to you?
It was a stern order and I was already shaken. I did not have the courage to think otherwise. I was like a meek lamb.
When I was led by an Unknown Beam of Light – a true story
By Vijay Khosla (Part –III of the Story)
We reached the Bhawan in the late after-noon. As the custom would have it, we also prepared ourselves to take a bath to cleanse ourselves, since most of the pilgrims prefer to take a bath before proceeding to Sanctum-Sanctorum of Maa Vaishno Devi for Darshans. In 1973, the pilgrims used to take a bath at the Bathing Ghat, with the water that flows from underneath the feet of Maa Vaishno. With the passage of time, new Bathing Ghats and other amenities have been provided. Attempts have been made to channelise the water from the Holy Cave to all these new Bathing areas. The traditional Bathing Ghats have also been enlarged as many pilgrims still like to take a bath at the original ghats.
After our bath, Aunt Nirmala took the command to lead me to the holy cave for Maa Vaishno’s blessings. While on the way to the Sanctum Sanctorum, one crosses a small patio type of structure on the right hand side of which is a Cave opening. It is said that the big boulder lying at the entrance of Cave opening is the body of Bhairo Nath. This is the original Cave leading to the Holy Pindies. In the olden days, the pilgrims used to reach the Sanctum Sanctorum through this cave only.
The Holy Cave - Courtesy: maavaishnodevi.org
We crawled inside the cave through that narrow opening. The cave is like a tunnel and said to be 98 feet long. The symbols of a large number of Gods and Goddesses of the Hindu pantheon can be seen in the holy cave. The pilgrims have to wade through water after entering the cave. Aunt Nirmala was ahead of me and I was following her like an obedient son. The path leading to Holy Pindies was almost dark. Yet, a continuous chant of ‘Jai Mata Di’ mantra was giving courage to keep me moving. Since there was no rush of devotees at that time of the year in 1973, myself and Aunt Nirmala were the only pilgrims inside that holy cave. At last we reached the blessed place!
A single earthen oil lamp (Deepak) was burning and spreading its glow on the Holy Pindies. A high priest was seated there to accept the offering of devotees. It was very peaceful. No noise to name it, as if you are all alone with the Mother Nature! I approached the small flat surface in complete silence and extended my arms towards the priest with my offerings. While doing so, suddenly I wished to sit there to feel the calm and peace of that pious atmosphere, as if I wanted to merge my entity in the pervading serene air….I wanted to drink that pure pious air like a thirsty boy. I bent with eyes closed and folded hands. I bowed my head and prayed for Maa Vaishno’s blessings earnestly. I never wanted to get up. In the same state of mind, I extended my hands and touched the Holy Pindies out of devotion and reverence. A child was reaching out to seek the blessings of his mother!
My actions annoyed the priest and he came to his feet angrily. He patted me on the back and almost tried to bring me to my feet and ordered sternly to leave the cave.
At this that old woman, the Aunt Nirmala roared on the priest like a lioness and said: O foolish priest! How dare you touch this boy? Don’t you know how far has he traveled to come to this abode? Leave him alone and let him offer his prayers!
There was something in that commanding voice of Aunt Nirmala !
The priest just looked once at that old grand lady and folded his hands in deference. He stepped back and bowed his head in silence. Aunt Nirmala patted my shoulder affectionately and smiled, as if assuring me to go ahead with my prayers.
I too was impressed by the Aunt Nirmala and realizing the quietness of the priest, I sat once more near the Holy Pindies and tried to visualize Maa Vaishno in my mind, but couldn’t concentrate. I must have sat there perhaps for a minute or two with my eyes shut and folded hands, when I felt a soft hand on my shoulder as if asking me to get up. I opened my eyes. There was complete calm inside the cave. No other sound was perceptible excepting a soft sound of water gushing forth through some hidden channel. I was completely at peace. Therefore, out of respect and my regards, I touched the feet of priest and Aunt Nirmala to seek their blessings.
And we came out of the cave.
There is a tradition that every devotee of Maa Vaishno sleeps for a night at the Temple site. Presently, there are very good arrangements of boarding and lodging with free blankets to keep you warm. But, on that February evening of 1973, I was not prepared to stay for the night at the temple premises. I wanted to get back. Though, Aunt Nirmala tried very hard to persuade me to stay back, but all arguments to hold me fell on deaf ears. I declared adamantly to Aunt Nirmala that I am going down the hill and if she wishes to stay back for the night, she may do so!