Mataji Stories from India

A funny story from an email that my mother just sent me from Amritsar. I don’t know if this was an accident or not, because I also recall being on the top of Nanak Nivas and dropping gum or something like that into aloo ticki burgers where a street vendor was cooking. 5 year olds can be mischievous. Hey…that sounds familiar! Sounds like mischievous 5 year old Narayan.

"Satnam ji, I am remembering all the wonderful and funny moments I have had over a 34 year period since I frist came to Golden Temple. There are so many children coming and dipping and toddling and screaming when they get dipped into the nectar tank.

When you were 5 years old we spent a few months in India and one month at Darbar Sahib. One morning we were sitting on the mezzanine overlooking the Guru on the Ragi’s side. You were very adored by all as you dressed in full Nihang Chola and 3 colored Damalla.

This day the Granthi gave you an unusually large hands full serving of Prasaad. I was doing my nitnem as we sat in the alcove just above the ragi’s. All was sublime and beautiful as the kirtan wafted about decorating and embellishing the air. Then suddenly, a small "plop" sound……and then the tabla stopped. It was a jolting surprise as I looked up and saw you leaning over the golden edge of the window. I looked down and saw the tabla player taking his hankey and wiping off prasaad that had fallen directly bulls eye hit onto his banyan. Then without any further fuss, he continued his playing. I was cringing waiting for the head sevadar to come over and scold us or ban us from coming inside the Golden Temple again. This never did happen."

I remember going round and round (inside and out) of the Harimandir Sahib to get more and more parshad during that trip, when I was 5 years old. Those memories of the sweet parshad are fresh! 

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