Experiences of Laxmi Harishchandra Kamle with Meher Baba
Ruzbeh N. Bharucha
“Baba was born on 25th February at five in the afternoon and I was born in 1939 on the same date at eleven in the morning. My dad, Chabu, was thirteen or fourteen years old when he met Baba for the first time, in Arangaon. He took care of the cows and buffaloes as he did not go to school. Arangaon is a very small village. He met Baba near a Neem tree, beside Gilori Shah Baba’s Dargah. Baba saw him and called out to him. Those days, Baba would talk. My dad got scared seeing this handsome looking man, who looked like a foreigner. Also, there was a lot of presence of the military with many Britishers and the local people were very scared that their children would be kidnapped. My dad got scared as to whether he should go to Baba or not. Baba called him again. My dad went near Baba and Baba asked him, ‘what are you doing here, why aren’t you going to school?’ My dad told Baba, ‘I look after the cows and buffaloes and they are my school’. Baba chuckled and embraced him and asked him, ‘if you can to go to school, will you go?’ My dad said, ‘yes, but I will have to ask my mom’. He went home in the evening and narrated all which had taken place to his mom. As expected of those simple women, his mom got very worried and told her son not to talk to strangers and not to ever consider going along with them, as certain people were kidnapping children during those times. By the way, my dad had two more brothers and they were also very young. All through the night, on and off, my dad kept thinking of Baba. He couldn’t forget Baba or Baba’s touch. Especially after Baba had embraced him, my dad knew that He wasn’t the type to kidnap children but in fact He was the type to help children. The next morning, he told his mom, ‘I have told Him yesterday that I will answer Him whether I can go to school today after asking you, so I shall go and meet Him and tell Him that I cannot attend school’. My father then ran without cows and buffaloes to Baba, who was waiting near that same tree. Baba was certain that my dad would definitely come. He told Baba, ‘my mother is saying that people like You from outside are coming here and kidnapping children, so I shall not go to school and I am not supposed to meet You again’. Baba chuckled and told my dad, ‘take Me to meet your parents’. My dad’s family was very simple and poor. Their house was not fancy. It was a typical house in any village, in our country. When Baba entered the village and approached the house, all the other villagers looked at Him, wonderstruck. He was so very handsome. He attracted all those who saw Him. Not a single photograph does any justice to His beauty. My dad brought out a mat, a shatranji and made Baba sit on it. All the villagers gathered around Baba, marveling at His fair complexion and good looks, all of them thought that He was a holy man, a Sadhu, who did not dress like a Sadhu.
“My granny, my dad, his two brothers were present along with the villagers. Then Baba said, ‘call all the boys here’. The boys gathered. Baba said, ‘I want to give them education, because the world is moving fast and they should know how to stand up to the world’. My granny, who was initially very against Baba, seeing Baba, got mesmerized by Him. She not only requested Baba to sit down on the mat but personally offered Him water. My granny then asked Baba, ‘will You have food?’. My granny wanted to know where He came from and all the other details. She wanted to know everything about Him. Baba said that He had just eaten food and then got up to leave. He told my dad, ‘whoever wants to join school, bring them all to where I first met you’.
“That night my dad collected all the boys who were keen on going to school. The next morning around ten boys went to meet Baba. Baba was waiting at the same spot. Baba asked everybody, ‘will you go to school?’ They said, ‘yes, we will go to school’. Baba then went back to the village with all the boys and spoke to everybody’s parents. Strangely, everybody agreed. Baba informed the parents that He had already made arrangements for the children. Uniforms, school bags, books, pencils, everything was arranged. Baba told them that as more children will attend school, ‘I will make a boarding for all your children; they will attend school and stay there and I will provide for all the books and clothes, as well as food, so don’t worry’. The parents were really happy.
“Soon, the boarding school started. Every week, from Monday to Saturday the boys stayed in the school. Saturday evening or Sunday morning, they would leave for their homes and Sunday evening they would come back to the school. The school was not far away. The families were happy that their children were being educated. Baba loved spending time with the children. Baba was doing His spiritual work but He loved to spend time in the school. My dad says that Baba would be very happy spending time with the children and most importantly He was happy that the children were enjoying themselves. They weren’t missing their parents because they were getting everything in school. On Mondays, after all the children had returned from their homes, Baba called for an assembly in that hall and asked each and everybody individually, ‘who do you like, your mother, father or Me?’ They were all children, naturally, so somebody said, ‘I love my mom the most’, somebody said, ‘I love my dad’. Then Baba looked at everyone and said, ‘you all don’t like Me? I am giving everything with all My love and no one likes Me?’ Everybody stood up and said ‘yes, we like You too’.” Laxmi laughed aloud like a child.
“No one called Him Baba at that time. Then, Baba asked, ‘what did you eat on Sunday?’ One child said jowari bhakri and dal; someone said usal and bhakri, somebody said something else. My dad’s turn came and my dad stood up and said, ‘I had non-vegetarian food’. Baba laughed aloud because He knew that only my dad had spoken the truth. For six days of the week, children weren’t at home, so most homes prepared non-vegetarian food for their children, knowing that they were fed only vegetarian food at Baba’s hostel. Baba called my dad to Him and embraced him. Everybody put their heads down, as everybody had lied. Baba told everyone, ‘whatever happens, always tell Me the truth. Don’t hide anything from Me ever’. Then, He looked at the boys and said, ‘I know that you had fish and you had mutton and you had chicken’. All the boys began to giggle and were wonderstruck how Baba knew exactly what each one had eaten. My dad would tell us such wonderful stories of those days.
“Baba would play cricket and marbles with them. On the day when the boys would leave for home they had to keep their uniforms in school and take their home clothes along with them. Baba washed their clothes Himself. Baba gave them a bath. At night, He took a round to see if everybody was asleep or not, that everybody was fine. Baba would caress their heads to check if anyone had temperature. He was like their father/Father and mother/Mother.”
“How many children were there in this school?”
“From Arangaon, I think there were a few children but from all over India, there were so many boys. Many Iranis were present too. All these boys from outside came later.”
“So it became a big school later on?”
“Is that school yet there?”
“Baba’s school is there, Meher English School, a big school, up to 10th standard.”
“It’s the same school which Baba had started?”
“No. This is the new one.”
“What about the old one?”
“It shut down. Anyway, years passed and my dad grew up. Then, my granny went to Baba and told Him, ‘my son is very big, I want to get him married’. Granny kept telling Baba the same thing. So, in the end Baba said, ‘ok, let him get married’. My dad and mom got married and both of them came to Baba. My dad was around sixteen years old. Mom was a little younger.”
“Where was your mother from?”
“Mom was from a nearby village named Jeur. So, they came to Baba for His blessings and Baba pinched their cheeks. Then, after sometime, my dad went for service to Pune, at Dehu Road. He got a job as a supervisor. He had gained education in Baba’s school and he was very clever. My dad got a house in Yerwada, Vishrantwadi, Pune. After some time, my mother delivered a baby girl. I came in this world along with my twin sister. My granny brought my mom and us two little children to Meherabad. My twin sister passed away and went to Baba. Baba sent a message to call my mom and me to meet Him. My granny took my mom and me to Meherabad Mandali Hall. Baba was seated there. Baba asked my mom many questions. My mom was very shy in front of Baba. She was in awe of Baba and His personality. Baba asked her, ‘what is the name of your child?’ Mom did not reply. Baba took fifteen names of children, my mom kept silent. Then Baba said, ‘okay, if you are not telling Me the name of your child or what you want to name your daughter then I will name your child. She will be called Laxmi’.”
“I grew up in Pune till I was in the third standard. My dad left that job. All the while, he still kept working for Baba. He distributed Baba’s circular and did propaganda work for Baba. We came back to our village but we realized that we had no home to come to. Our house was completely broken down and whatever we had was taken by our relatives. So, my dad went to Baba and asked, ‘Baba, where do I stay? I don’t have a place to stay with my family’. Baba gave him the key of Meher Health Centre. There was a big bungalow belonging to the Kotwal family. He told somebody, I think either it was Vishnu master or Chagan master, ‘give him the key to open that place’ and then He looked at my father and said, ‘stay there, that place is for you and your family to stay in’.
“My dad had got some money from his service, so he bought twelve cycles and opened a cycle shop. Meanwhile, my dad said, ‘I have to inaugurate the cycle shop and I need to call somebody to inaugurate it’. Somebody meant Baba only. Everybody knew the love which my dad had for Baba. My dad requested Baba to inaugurate the shop but Baba said, ‘I am very busy’ and He sent Pendu kaka to inaugurate my dad’s cycle shop. I helped my dad in the cycle shop. I studied only till the fourth standard as there was no school after that standard in the place where we lived.”
“No school for girls, you mean?”
“No, not only for girls, no education was available from the fifth standard for anybody. Here, in the village we had one school for both, girls and boys only till the fourth standard, after that there was no other school.”
“What about Baba’s school?”
“That school had already shut down. Baba would start something for a spiritual reason and then shut it down once His spiritual purpose was met. Only Baba knew what He was doing. Anyway, I began to go to Ahmednagar to a school where there were nine boys and myself, I was the only girl in that school. I walked from my village to Ahmednagar and back every day, alone. One day nearing my exam time, I was on my way back from school when I saw Baba’s car approaching. He was coming from Meherabad to go to Meherazad. I waved out my hand and stopped the car. Adi Irani kaka was driving the car and I went to Baba where He was sitting in the car and told Him, ‘Baba, I see your car every time and I am a small child walking every day, to school and back’. Baba laughed and pinched my cheeks. He didn’t say anything.
“Once, I was walking from my house to Baba’s place. Those days, there were a lot of pomegranate trees. Padri kaka was a real terror and he wouldn’t allow anyone to go near the trees.” Laxmi laughed mischievously. I had climbed some trees to take a few pomegranates. I looked around and saw Baba was taking a round on the veranda. I said, ‘why not meet Baba too’. Padri kaka had one look at me and began to scold me. He knew that I had climbed the trees. I must have been around seven years old. Very boldly, I went up to Baba. He was eating food. I told Him, ‘Baba, I want to talk to You’. He looked at me and signaled that I could talk. I told Him, ‘You are eating soft chapatti while I am only eating hard bhakri, how come?’ Baba smiled and told me through gestures, ‘next day, you come for breakfast’. He called Pendu kaka’s father, Masaji, who looked after the kitchen. Baba told Vishnu master, ‘tell Masaji to bring chapatti and milk for the child’. The food and milk was brought for me but Masaji pushed the plate towards me. I got very upset. Baba had already told him to feed me, so Masaji shouldn’t have pushed the plate. She laughed while narrating it. I got very angry. I ran towards Baba. Vishnu master came inside the hall. Baba was getting ready to go somewhere. Vishnu master realized that I was angry. With lot of love, he said, ‘kha na tu’, ‘kha na tu’, eat the food, eat the food. Baba heard what was going on. Baba came inside and told me to eat. I said, ‘Baba, I am not a cat to eat food which is served like this; he pushed the plate’. Baba began to laugh silently. Baba went to the kitchen and returned and then clapped and showed in gestures telling me, ‘accha, I have scolded him. He is already crying… now, you eat…’ Everybody around began to chuckle. I wasn’t still satisfied because I hadn’t seen him crying. So, then, Baba said, ‘what to do now, she is not listening?’. Then, Baba sat in front of me and He began to feed me, one small morsel of chapatti at a time. He began to feed me and made me drink the milk. As soon as He began to feed me, I said ‘Baba, now, You have to eat too as I can’t eat in front of You, while You don’t eat anything’. So, Baba said, ‘I have eaten and have to go. Please eat the food happily’. Then, when He left, I started eating. Baba had kept water for me too. Then, Masaji came and asked me, ‘why did you tell my name to Baba, it wasn’t my intention to hurt you. I have so much of work, hence, I did not push the plate in anger but just because I was very busy’. I took the plate in which I had eaten and put it in the sink. In the meanwhile, Masaji asked me if I would come tomorrow. I said, ‘yes, tomorrow I will come but if you push the plate again, I will tell Baba to beat you’. Those days were so innocent and different. She laughed and paused remembering those days.
Then, one day, Baba sent Adi kaka to my dad. You see, at that time Baba was going to America. Adi kaka wanted to go along with Baba too but there was no one to take care of his family, Gul mai and Dolly. Baba asked Adi to take permission from my dad, to allow me to spend time with Gul mai and Dolly. My dad said, ‘she is not my daughter she is Baba’s daughter. There is no need for my permission’. My studies then resumed from Khushroo Quarters. From Khushroo Quarters, there was a Municipal Corporation School. I would go from Khushroo Quarters to the school, come back and look after Gul mai and Dolly. From the seventh standard till SSC, I was in that school. During my time, SSC was not just tenth standard, it was eleventh standard. I passed with high marks. I got 68%. Those days, it was a very high percentage.” She began to laugh. Then, she and her family offered us tea and snacks and made sure we had them to our stomach’s fill.
“The school was a Marathi medium school, with only one subject of the English language.”
“Then, how is your English so good?”
“I had undertaken training in J.J. Hospital in Bombay and the course was in English. I had no choice but to make sure that I got decent marks in English too. Baba would come to visit Gul mai. One Saturday, He came to visit her and I had already given Gul mai a bath, made her wear nice clothes, sprayed perfume and made her look very presentable to meet Baba. Gul mai always insisted that whenever Baba came to meet her, He should praise her looks and say, ‘you are looking very beautiful’.” She began to chuckle. “As soon as Baba came inside, He looked at Gul mai and then He looked at me and through gestures said that, ‘she looks nice’. Eruch kaka jokingly told me, ‘when you are giving Gul mai a bath, you should bathe me too’? I got very angry, and told him, ‘how can I give you a bath, you are a man’. Baba laughed but covered His mouth so that no sound came out and lovingly, He pinched my ears.
“Baba came to meet Gul mai, on every alternate Saturday. I had returned from school at around ten forty-five in the morning. School timing was from around seven to ten thirty. Baba through gestures told me, ‘I want to drink tea’. He asked me, if I knew how to make tea? I said, yes. I prepared tea for Gul mai and would serve tea in a tray, like how the Britishers had their tea. I told Baba, ‘I prepare tea for Gul mai. I know how to prepare tea’. So, I prepared tea and brought it in the tray to serve. In reality, I was very nervous. Baba was going to taste tea prepared by me, for the first time. Remember, that I was still a child then. I was also scared that if the tea wasn’t good, Adi kaka and Gul mai would get really upset with me. I brought the tray in and kept it on the table. I got the courage and asked Baba how much sugar did He want in His tea? He indicated something. I was confused. Had He indicated one spoon or one and a half spoon? I was very nervous. I looked at Adi kaka and Gul mai. Then, Adi kaka who was in front of me, told me, ‘another half’. I poured one and a half spoon of sugar. Again, I asked Baba, ‘how much milk?’ Baba looked serious but I knew that He was chuckling from within. His eyes were very expressive. He said, ‘this much’, making a gesture. I felt, ‘oh God, this much means how much in measurement!’ I poured the milk with a spoon. I kept looking at Baba and kept asking, ‘enough…enough’. The problem was that, till that day, I had only prepared black tea. That was the first time when I had added milk to tea. Baba just took one sip and handed the tea cup to me and said, ‘now, you sit and drink this tea’. I sat and drank all of it.
“I felt that Baba did not have the tea as it wasn’t prepared properly. I hoped that He did not leave like this, without even having a cup of tea. My mind was on over drive. Baba sat, embracing Gul mai, but looking at me with a smile in His eyes. I was really worried. Then, after a while, He embraced Gul mai and embraced me also with so much love that I cannot describe it to you. Whenever He hugged me, the love that poured from Him into me is indescribable. Adi kaka dropped Baba and then came back and He embraced me also. He said, ‘I have been with Baba for so many years but I haven’t got the chance to have a drop of water from His glass but you are so fortunate that you could drink the tea from His cup. You are very lucky’. I was very happy” she began to laugh aloud.
“Adi and Gul mai took care of you like their child?”
“Oh yes. He made sure that I got all the education which I needed for my life ahead. He was the one who got me into nursing. Gul mai passed over on 10th of August, 1962 and went to Baba. I was with them for seven beautiful years. I really became like a daughter to them. Gul mai taught me how to wear a saree. She treated me like her daughter. She would play pranks on me. During my exams, she would hide my books and laugh, seeing me search for my books frantically.”
“What about your parents? Did they not miss you?”
“No. For them, I truly only belonged to Baba. I remember, all of us went to Guruprasad. Even when there was no programme, Baba would call Gul mai to meet Him. As I was her caretaker, I would get a chance to be very near Baba. Baba loved Gul mai dearly and thus, I got beautiful moments to spend with Baba too. Once, when Baba had met with an accident and He had a fracture, He was using a stick to walk around. We had gone to meet Baba at Guruprasad. Mani mai told me, ‘sit here with me’. Gul mai had gone to meet Mehera mai. Baba came in, walking in pain, holding a stick. He looked at me and said, ‘are you sleepy or hungry’. Mani mai then came inside with a plate filled with fruits and told me, ‘sit and eat’. It was six thirty or seven in the morning. I told myself, ‘how am I supposed to eat a plate filled with fruits, so early in the morning?’ I did not say anything. Just began to eat. I remember that morning so clearly. Baba was walking around, here and there. Mehera mai and Mani mai were seated in an adjoining room. Baba then brought many books, papers and English magazines. There was a big dog around. Then, Baba sat near me and began to turn the pages of the magazine, showing me each page and asking me, ‘what is this? What is that?’ My attention was on that big dog. I told Baba, ‘that is a big dog’. Baba began to laugh silently.” Her family served poha to eat. “You must eat too.”
“Anyway, Baba laughed and then He went and met Gul mai and then we spent the entire day at Guruprasad. Around five in the evening, we left from Guruprasad and came back to Meherabad. I remember in 1958, there was a big programme organized. Baba’s sahvas programme. I remember all the people of the center came here for Baba’s sahvas programme. I had come with Gul mai. Gul mai always wanted to see and meet Baba first and Baba would meet her too. I remember that I had taken Gul mai to meet Baba who was near the car. There is a photograph of this meeting too. Baba had already opened the car’s door but met Gul mai. Then, some people from Hyderabad had come along to meet Baba. They carried a big garland for Baba which they presented to Him. I was mesmerized by the garland around Baba’s neck. I wasn’t looking at Baba but was looking only at the garland and admiring it. As soon as Baba looked at me, He removed the garland and gave it into my hand. I thought that Gul mai would get very angry, I told Gul mai that, ‘the garland which Baba has given me, I will put it on the frame of Upasni Maharaj as Baba is very fond of Upasni Maharaj’. When we returned home, I put the garland on Upasni Maharaj’s photo frame and took Gul mai and showed it to her. She was so happy. She loved Baba and Upasni Maharaj a lot. As years passed, Gul mai’s memory began to fail. She loved Baba dearly. When she was with Baba, she would only touch her food after Baba had been served His food. I miss those days a lot. I miss them a real lot. I miss being with them and most of all, being with Baba. His eyes, His handsome, beautiful face, His gestures, His warmth, His embrace, His love, I miss all of this so much. In 1963, I had joined J.J. Hospital. This house, in which we live now, my dad chose it, as it is in Indira Gandhi block. He chose this place because from the window of our house, in those days, we could see very far away, right till the place which is Meher Baba’s Samadhi. Now, we can’t see the Samadhi as other houses have been constructed and obstructed our view. My dad would do Baba’s work whenever He called him. He did not stay with Baba, because he had a family and was living a family life.”
“You were present when Meher Baba took Samadhi?”
“Yes. I came from Bombay. I took Baba’s darshan.”
“What did you feel when you saw that He had left His body?”
“I felt that somebody from my family has passed away. A family member had departed. I have seen Him since a baby. For me, He was like a grand-father. He was always around. He was always guiding, helping us and loving us. I felt as though a part of me had died along with Baba.”
“How did your parents take Baba leaving His body?”
“My dad was shattered. He was so shattered that He died one year after Baba dropped His body. He would only go and spend time near Baba’s Samadhi. He rarely ate. He stopped socializing. He would time and again say, ‘now, what is there to live for as my Baba has gone’. All the time, whoever he met, he would narrate Baba’s stories and say, ‘now, my Baba has gone, now why do I live, without Him, living is so unnecessary’. All day, he would look at Baba’s Samadhi from this window here. Tears would race down his eyes and cheeks. He had deep attachment and love for Baba.”
“Has Baba ever come in your dreams?”
“Oh, many times. Once, I saw Him travelling in a big horse carriage. The horse carriage was near the Mandali Hall at Meherabad and everyone in the dream was touching it, and I said, ‘no, don’t touch this as my Baba is sitting there. Your dust should not touch Him’. So many times He has come in my dreams and blessed me. Whenever I get tension I remember Him but I also know that He is the one giving me tension, I have no doubt about it,” she laughed aloud, “but within no time, He will take the tension and stress away. This is my intense experience all the time.”
“How was Mehera Maa?”
“Mehera mai is……” she paused as she got emotional. “She loved me a lot. She would tell me, ‘why do you want to go to Bombay, come here, come here’. Adi kaka would tell me, ‘you will come here but what about your future. You have already undergone training and you are working there, continue your work as you have got this training and job with Baba’s blessings’. They were all special. Mani mai was such a vibrant personality. All of them were made of something else.
“Speaking of Mehera mai, I came for one of my friend’s son’s marriage. It was long after Meher Baba had taken Samadhi. Jal kaka knew that I was here and he asked me, ‘will you come tomorrow to Meherazad’? I said, ‘yes, sure, I will come, has something happened?’ He said, ‘Mehera mai is very sick, will you stay with Her?’ I said, ‘yes, I will stay but please send a telegram to my work place, requesting them to extend my leave’. The next day, I reached Khushroo Quarters. Bhauji opened the door and said, ‘how come you are here?’ I told him that I wanted to go to Meherazad to be with Mehera mai. He said, ‘who will take you there?’ I told him, ‘Adi Dubash’. Adi came the next day and I went to Meherazad. Mehera mai, Mani mai, Mehru, everybody were sitting in the corridor. As soon as I entered, Mehera mai smiled at me and in Her soft voice said, ‘you came for Me?’ I said, ‘yes, I came for You’. She asked me, ‘will you stay with Me?’ I said, ‘yes, I will stay with You till You get better’.
“I feel that Baba had already arranged for all this, knowing that His Mehera would need somebody with Her in the last days. I feel that He sent me to learn nursing, only so that I could serve Mehera mai in Her last days. Baba organised for the circumstances in such a way, to enable me to be with Mehera mai. I was there because all these foreigners had gone back to their homes, abroad, during summer and there was nobody here. Otherwise, they would not have ever allowed me to be near Mehera mai. Baba arranged for everything, so that I could be with Mehera mai. For me, serving Mehera mai during Her last days in the body, meant the reason for which I had gone into nursing, got fulfilled. I feel Baba that made me get into nursing, only to serve His Mehera, at the end. This is what I truly believe. Mehera mai, was just like the Sun. She radiated love, beauty and softness. If you had ever met Mehera mai, you would think the same and you too would not want to leave Her side. She lived Her entire life in love and obedience to Baba.
“Baba looked after everybody; all their needs. He would see and keep a watch on all. There is a story which Gul mai had told me. When we ate together, she would tell me stories about Meher Baba and she would always insist that not one grain of rice was wasted. Baba told everyone, eat food in such a way that your plate looks clean when you have finished eating. She told me this story, that once, Mehera mai was eating food with Baba and she finished eating food and got up. On that occasion, one grain of rice was left on Mehera mai’s plate but Mehera mai got up to wash Her hands. Baba called Her and told Her, ‘sit and eat this one grain of rice. Do You know the pain that the farmer took to cultivate this one grain of rice? Sit and eat it’. Though Mehera mai had washed Her hands, She sat back, took that grain of rice and ate it. Baba was very strict, very loving but very systematic and very, very, punctual. Once, it so happened that in 1953, there was a meeting, Baba had called only a few people and one fellow came late. Baba didn’t allow him in the hall but he was made to sit outside. After Baba’s talk got over, then, Baba first called him inside to take darshan. Baba knew that the man had got delayed due to a transport problem but he was late, so, he was made to sit outside. Baba also knew that the man wanted to meet Him very anxiously, so, after the meeting, He called him first inside. Baba said, ‘he was very anxious to see Me but only because of transport issues he got delayed’.”
“Do you miss Baba?”
“Miss Him but I know that He is with me too. He is just like my Parent. Whenever I feel down and out, I go to the Samadhi, I don’t tell Him anything, put my forehead at His feet and come back. I never complain or ask Him for anything because He has already given everything to me. He has given me His love. What more do I want?”
Be blessed always.
Ruzbeh N. Bharucha
I would like to believe that every word that has poured forth, has come through the unbound grace, love, mercy and compassion of Avatar Meher Baba. I would also like to thank my sister Jennifer Bharucha, Jimmy Khan, Mehernath B. Kalchuri, Roshani Shenazz and Jennifer Keating, who have been instruments chosen by Baba, with whose help these interviews have been made possible. I would also like to thank Jimmy Khan and Cyrus Khambata for their invaluable editorial inputs. Be blessed always. Jai Baba.
Ruzbeh N. Bharucha