8.பள்ளிசென்ற பிள்ளை செய்துநின்ற லீலை

பள்ளி-சென்ற பிள்ளை-லீலை செய்து நின்றது

எள்ளிடாமல் நண்பர் தன்னைச் சேர்ந்து வாழ்ந்தது

உண்மை தன்னின்  உண்மை ரூபம் மறைத்துக் கொண்டது

சிறுவன்-நல்லா..சிரியன் போலக் கற்றுத் தந்தது

பாடம் கற்றுத் தந்தது

ப்ரேம-வடிவில் பிறந்த-சாயி சரிதம்-கேளுங்கள்

சரிதம்-கேளுங்கள் சரிதம்-கேளுங்கள் புனிதச் சரிதம்-கேளுங்கள்

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Story line

·        Many of the teachers knew about Sathyam’s divine nature ,though they did not realize that He was an Avathar. They  had a special affinity.

·        One day, when Sathyam was writing an examination, he finished answering the questions in half an hour. The teacher asked him why he has got up half way without finishing the test. He thought, Sathyam did not study well for the exam. Sathyam said He had finished answering all the questions. The teacher immediately went ahead in correcting the paper only to see that Sathyam has answered all the questions in an exemplary manner.

·        In class, Sathyam will answer all questions and doubts of fellow students, without reading even a page from school books. They all did not realize that there is no need for Divine university to study in mundane university.

·        Story of teacher asking Sathya to stand on bench :

Though many teachers knew about Sathyam’s divinity, one teacher did not like Sathyam and His popularity. One day, the teacher asked Sathyam to stand on bench because Sathyam did not take notes. Sathyam said, I have no need for notes as I know all the subjects and asked the teacher to test him. In spite of it ,the teacher gave him the punishment to stand on the bench till the end of the day

Sathyam obeyed the teacher without a word.

At the end of the period, the teacher tried getting up from the chair, but the chair was glued to the teacher’s seat. The teacher for the next period also came in, but the chair would not give in, it remained glued. The next teacher advised that Sathyam be relieved of the punishment. Only after Sathyam got down from the bench, did the chair separate.

 

·        The story of Sathyam dancing :

o   Dance of Rushyendra mani organized for Building fund

o   She could not come owing to ill health and the headmaster decided to cancel the show reluctantly

o   Sathyam came forward to help and said that He would do the dancing.

o   The headmaster was skeptical. But Sathyam gace the confidence.

o   Rushyendra mani’s speciality was to pickup a hand kerchief by mouth during dance movement. Sathyam said, he would also do a feat… but a more spectacular one. He said He would pickup a needle from the floor , not by mouth or hand, but with his eye lids….

o   He danced beautifully in the costume of the dancer and performed the special feat too

o   Got acclaimed

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Education In Bukkapatnam 

( Ref : His story as told by Himself)

TODAY, I am revealing certain incidents that had happened during My school days in Bukkapatnam. I would also like to tell you in this context as to what sort of relationship should exist between each other during student days and what rules and regulations they should observe. Puttaparthi was a remote village in those days with no modern facilities and conveniences. You already know about it! This body did not visit any other village in those days, leaving Puttaparthi. However, this body used to visit Bukkapatnam daily to attend the school. Myself and some other children would go to the Bukkapatnam school, together. The family in which this body took birth was very poor then. The other children in the village were also very poor. Griham Ammayi used to prepare some sankati (ragi porridge) for My lunch. That was My semi solid staple food She used to make a small hole in the centre of that sankati and put some groundnut chutney in it. There were no tiffin carriers in those days. I used to pack My lunch in an old cloth and hang it on my shoulders, while going to the school. The lunch bell used to ring at one o'clock in the afternoon daily. As soon as the bell rang, we used to run upto the village tank. But, I could not eat My lunch immediately, since the sankati would have dried up by them and got stuck to the cloth. Hence, I used to go to the tank and hold the lunch packet soaked in the water for a few minutes. Then, the solid stuff would come out of the cloth. Among our classmates, there was one boy who belonged to a rich family. He brought rice' mixed with soup. He used to share it in small quantities with all the children. I also used to share My sankati with all the children. Thus, we experienced the joy of sharing our food. There is so much joy in unity. Unfortunately, today the spirit of unity and love is extinct in the educated class. Instead, jealousy and hatred are increasing day by day.

I have to tell you about a small matter in this context. The teachers in the school used to love Me very much. Every teacher, as soon as he entered into our class room would enquire, "Did Raju come? De you know how I lived in those days? I did not have dozens of trousers and shirts, like the present day students. I used to have only one set of trousers and shirt for the entire year. As soon as I returned from school, I would wrap a towel around My body and wash my dress and keep them ready for the next day.

Thus, I managed with only one set of dress for the entire year. I used to answer well, all the questions asked by the teachers. But, the other boys were not able to do so. The literacy rate in the British times was very low. There were boys who were quite old in age, even in the V class. In fact, I was the youngest.

We had an English teacher, by name Mehboob Khan. He had immense love for Me. And, that love was born out of atmic relationship, not bodily relationship.  He used to be very eager to take up our class. The moment he entered the class room, he would persuade the teacher, who till then was teaching, to leave the class immediately, whoever he was. As soon as he sat on the chair, he would call Me and make Me sit by his side. He used to put his hand endearingly on My shoulders and stroke My head lovingly. He was fifty years old then. He had no children. Hence, he used to invite Me to his house frequently. He was a great devotee. The moment he entered our class, all the children used to make fun of Me, saying, "Ah! Raju, go, go near his chair". That was an embarrassing situation for Me. If I obliged the teacher, the children would make fun of Me. If I didn't go to the teacher as ordered by him, he were would think that I had disobeyed him. Nevertheless, I did not inform the teacher that the boys fun of Me. Nor did I ever behave arrogantly with the children, simply because the teachers were treating Me so affectionately. One day I approached My teacher and explained the position in a firm, but soft tone, thus "Sir, if you call Me alone out of all the boys, they may feel unhappy. Please do not, therefore, call Me to sit by your side. Allow Me to sit along with those boys." The teacher, however, got angry with Me. He told Me frankly, "Let them think what they wish. I am bothered. I am not doing anything wrong. Therefore do not fear anybody. In fact, I love all the children I love you, a little more. This is due to the divinity latest in you." Whenever any savouries like pakoras were prepared in his house, he would bring some for Me packed in a newspaper. I used to humbly reject them saying, "Sir, I do not know whether some non vegetarian dishes were cooked in your house. Hence, I am sorry, I cannot touch these pakodas." The teacher then used to assure and plead with Me saying, "No, Raju, I tell you the truth. I swear on Myself. I don't at all allow such things to happen. I have brought these eatables with great love and affection towards you. After obtaining such an assurance, if I took a small  piece of that item and ate it, he would feel extremely happy and grateful, shedding tears of joy.

There was one teacher called Iyengar in our school. The students in those days had respect as well as fear for this teacher. If they happened to see Sri Iyengar anywhere in the market place, the children would silently slip away into the side lanes, out of fear. Sri Iyengar came to know of this practice. One day, he was under the misapprehension that I too was avoiding him like the other children.

I was the Monitor for our class. You see how "big" I am now. You can imagine how short I must have been in those days. It was My duty to bring one long twig (a stick to cane) of a tamarind tree and keep it ready in a corner of the class room before our teacher Sri Iyengar entered our class, daily. One day, he took the twig into his hands as soon as he entered the class and accosted, "Hey, Raju, come here". I went near him boldly, since I was sure that I did not commit any mistake. He enquired, "Why did you slip into the side lane the other day on seeing me?" I answered very coolly. "Sir, I did not see you. My note book was with that boy who lived in that lane. I went to his house to take back My note book." I spoke the truth. Thereupon, he shouted at Me, "Did you not see me, really?" I replied that it was a fact that I did not see him. Then he threatened Me that he would beat Me. I replied, "As you please". At last, he realised that I was speaking the truth. He called Me to his side and said Raju, I know you are not like the other children. But, I was under the impression that you were committing a mistake, though you are not in the habit of doing so. That is why I was angry. You please drop into our house once tomorrow, on your way back to your house"

His house was on the way to our house. The next day I went to his house, as per his command. I stood in the verandah, thinking that I should not enter the house of the teacher, without his permission.

But he had already given instructions to his wife, "A boy by name Raju will come to our house. When he comes, you bring him in". Accordingly, she came to Me and enquired, "My dear son, are you Raju?" I said "Yes, mother" “Then, you come in; your master is calling you", she said. I went inside the house. His love for Me, knew no bounds. He brought two pakodas in an aluminium plate and placed it in front of Me and said, "Raju, I am sorry that I wanted to punish you for no fault of yours. I later realised my mistake. In order to correct that mistake, I would like to make friendship with you." See, how our good nature, good qualities, purity and truthful words can move and melt even a stone-hearted person! I humbly replied, "Sir, I am a  young boy of about 7 years. You are an elderly gentleman and moreover our teacher. What is your level and status and what is mine? How can you make friendship with Me?" Then he tried to convince Me saying, "My dear son, I don't entertain such differences. It is not the age or education that is important; it is the purity of heart that is important. You are a very good boy. That is why I would like to make friendship with you." So saying, he enquired whether I was studying well. I said, "yes". Then, he advised Me saying, "You will have examinations next month; study well."

Our examinations commenced as per schedule. We were given two hours to answer the question paper in each subject. But, I could finish writing My answers within half-an-hour. I placed My answer sheet on the table of the examiner. He was a bit surprised and enquired, "Raju, you don't seem to have answered the questions well." I answered, "Sir, I have written all the answers correctly. You yourself can see it tomorrow."

The next day he took out My answer sheet from the bunch and went through it. He could find therein some topics about which he himself was not aware. Then he wrote on My answer sheet, "Very very very very good." In those days, our teachers used to keep all our answer sheets with them only. The next day, he invited  Me to his house for coffee. He said, "You please tak a cup of coffee in our house and go." I politely rejected his offer saying, "Sir I am not in the habit of taking coffee or tea. Then he requested Me to take atleast one dosa. I humbly replied, "I don't take anything at this hour.” Thereupon he pleaded with Me, "My dear son. You please take something, atleast for my satisfaction." 

I could not refuse. I took a dosa, to please him. The students should please their teachers. Some students are very much afraid of their teachers. But, I was never afraid of our teachers. Why should I be afraid, when I did not commit a mistake?

The students and teachers must love each other. The students can win the heart of their teachers with love, however tough the teachers may be. Similarly, the teachers can also mend the students with love. It is only when we love others that they will also reciprocate. The teachers should understand well the love and behaviour of the students. There should be cordial relationship between the teachers and the students, based upon love and understanding. The most essential message of Indian culture and spirituality is "Sathyam vada, Dharmam chara" (speak truth and practise righteousness). This message has to be translated into action by one and all. In those days, the teachers could understand My nature well. On My part, I also used to be very humble, respecting the teachers and elders. Same is My message to the students even now. You cannot always oblige, but you can always speak obligingly. Sweet and soft words can melt the heart of anyone. However, we are forced to speak harshly on certain occasions. I can be harder than diamond when occasion demands. But, I can also be softer than butter in matters of love.

In those days, after we returned from our school in Bukkapatnam, Easwaramma used to make all the children sit around her and enquire, "My dear children, what happened in the school today?" One day, in answer to her query, one boy informed her, "Mother, today, one of our teachers made Raju stand up on the bench". So saying, all the children started criticising the teacher. Easwaramma could not bear this criticism against a teacher. She counselled the students, saying, "My dear children, you should not say anything against your teacher. He must have punished our Sathyam thus, only for committing same mistake. No teacher would ever punish his student without some reason." So saying, she enquired from Me, "Sathya, what mistake you did commit, tell me?" Then I narrated the incident exactly as it had happened, thus:

The teacher ordered, "Whoever has written the notes dictated by me in their note books may place them on my table; others may stand up on the bench Since I did not write the notes, I stood on the bench However, I explained to the teacher, "Sir, no doubt, I did not write the notes dictated by you, but I can answer all the questions asked by you." The teacher felt offended by My reply. Expressing his annoyance, he said, “How arrogant you are!" and ordered Me to stand up on the bench for three periods consecutively. In the meanwhile, our English teacher Mehboob Khan came that way. He was a noble soul. On seeing Me standing upon the bench, he enquired from that teacher, "Why did you make him stand on the bench?” He replied that I had not written my notes. Mehboob Khan explained,

"It might be true; but He can answer any question you would ask Him. Hence, ask Him to sit down. What you did is a mistake". Despite Mehboob Khan's advice, the teacher, Kondappa, did not agree to the suggestion. I the meanwhile, the bell rang announcing the end of period. The teacher tried to get up from his child that he might go to another class. But, he could not up. He looked around to see whether his dhoti gol stuck to some nail. There was no such thing. What I happened was that he himself got stuck to his chair and hence could not get up. Mehboob khan, on seeing i plight of the teacher told him again, "We should never punish people without a reason, even if they are our students. This boy may appear to you as an ordinary boy. But, there is immense divine power in Him. You ask Him to get down, at least now". Kondappa then ordered Me to get down. The moment I got down, the teacher (Kondappa) could get up from his chair".

While the teachers were thus treating Me with great love and affection some of the boys became jealous and started developing hatred towards Me. They, therefore, used to push Me and drag Me in the Chitravathi sand holding My legs, during our return trip to Puttaparthi from the school. They used to splash dirt on My clothes and tear off My shirt. But I used to keep My cool, in spite of whatever they did. I used to tell them, "Love is My form; tolerance is My nature. You may do whatever you like." So saying, I used to walk up to the tank near the Anjaneya Swamy Temple and clean my clothes there with water.

In those days, I was not having even a safety pin to put together a torn shirt. That was our condition.

There was no money in the house. Nor I was prepared to borrow from someone. That was My firm resolve.There was a cactus plant near the Sathyabhama Temple. I used to pluck a small thorn from that plant and join the torn parts of the shirt with that thorn. Such was My firm resolve to uphold the honour and dignity the family. One can achieve anything in life if one is wedded to Truth and made such firm resolves. From accept that day onwards it has been My vow not to anything from others. Subbamma was, however, anxious that I was becoming thinner and thinner day by day and therefore used to advise Me: "Raju, How is it, you are becoming weak? In this young age, you mi eat well and grow strong." My friends also used bring whatever was prepared in their houses and tried to pressurise Me to eat those items. But, I always told them sternly not to bring any eatables from their houses for Me. I firmly refused to accept those items saying.

"You eat meat in your houses. Your people cook fish curry in your houses. Hence, please do not bring any eatables prepared in your houses for Me".

In the meanwhile, our public examinations were fast approaching. They were to be held in Penugonda, a nearby Taluk headquarters. In those days, people were so much afraid of going from Bukkapatnam to Penugonda, as if they were going to Russia or America. There were no buses even to go to Bukkapatnam. There was not even a "pucca" road. It was for the first time that a rail line was laid to Penugonda and a train service was introduced. The villagers used to weave fantastic stories about the train, saying, "The tram comes like a gigantic caterpillar with one eye." The trai was the eighth wonder to the villagers in those days ,.

 

They used to go to Penugonda in large numbers making use of their bullock carts, just to have a look at this strange object. Such was the condition of the villagers then. I had to go all the way from Puttaparthi to Penugonda, to write My public examination. Hence, the mother of this body, Easwaramma, prepared a variety of eatables for Me to eat during My journey. She was very much worried as though I was going to some distant foreign country. She, therefore, packed those items in a piece of cloth and gave it to Me. There were no tiffin carriers in those days. When this body started proceeding to Penugonda, Venkamma and Parvathamma (the sisters of swami) and all other friends and relatives could not control their emotions and started crying. They all came along with Me upto Bukkapatnam. From there, eight of us (students) hired a bullock cart to go to Penugonda. One of our teachers accompanied us. The roads were so bad then that if we travelled a distance of one mile in the bullock cart, we had to get down and walk for five miles. Since the entire terrain was full of ups and downs, we had to get down from the cart, whenever there was a steep gradient. Thus, we underwent a lot of difficulty in getting down and again getting into the bullock cart Frequently. My problem was compounded by My short stature. Even now I am short. You can imagine how 'tall' I was in those days. I felt it would have been better had we gone on foot all the way. Further, the were other children in the bullock cart, who w younger to Me. Poor man! It was our teacher who be to bear all the strain of bringing down and putting them back into the bullock cart all through the journey. The teachers in those days had great love and affection for the students. We started from Bukkapatnam as early as 5 o'clock in the morning and reached Penugonda as late as 9 o'clock in the night. There were no hotels or lodges for us to stay. Same was the position in the Bus stand and the Railway station. There was, however, one choultry on the outskirts of the town, where we stayed.  We had taken some rice, cereals and other essential items alongwith us, while starting from Puttaparthi. Besides, some mirchi powder and chutney powder were also available with us. I used to cook rice for all of us. We took some rice alongwith the chutney. Thus,  we spent three days in Penugonda. I am not revealing this information out of ego or for earning a name, but it is a fact that among all the students who wrote the examination it was only Swami who passed the examination with First class. All others failed in the examination. After we returned to Bukkapatnam, the people of that town extended a warm welcome to Me and took Me through the streets in a big procession, 

since I was the only student in the entire Taluka (Revenue area) who passed the examination, that too in first class. There was no further scope for Me to pursue higher education in Bukkapatnam. Hence, Seshama Raju (the elder brother of swami) took Me to Kamalapuram, his in-laws' place, for higher education.

One day, while I was returning from Bukkapatnam, one woman was sitting on the wayside chewing pan and combing the hair of her daughter to spot lice. She did not notice My coming that way. She suddenly spat, which fell on My shirt. I cannot describe in words the embarassment she felt on noticing that her spit fell on Me and spoiled My shirt. Immediately she brought a towel from inside her house, wrapped it around Me, removed My shirt and washed it clean then and there.

Such was the love and affection shown the villagers in those days. They were such noble and simple folk that they remembered till their end, any help that they might have received from others. The reason why I am narrating this incident is to stress the point that purity and gratitude are very important qualities for a human being. In fact, ingratitude cannot be atoned for. Hence, you must be grateful till your end to those people from whom you had received help of any kind. During My childhood, even people who were 20 to 30 years older to Me used to approach Me with a request to teach them alphabets. They used to make a living by raising flower gardens and selling the flowers. As soon came home, I used to teach them alphabets. Hence, they respect Me very much saying, "Raju is or Guru (Teacher)". When they came to know that would be leaving for Kamalapuram shortly, they were very much disappointed. They brought one paisa each as Guru Dakshina (a token of gratitude to the Teacher). I told them, "Why are you offering Me this money? Keep it with you." But, they insisted on My accepting this token of their love and gratitude towards Me. Their Guru Dakshina added up to twelve paisa.

They followed Me by walk upto Bukkapatnam. They repeatedly enquired from Me, "Raju, when will you return to our village?" Such was the love and affection of the villagers in those days. But, today the situation is totally in contrast to that. The humanness has declined on account of modern education. The sense of gratitude has become extinct. That is the reason why the country is facing several difficulties today. The most important quality of a human being is gratitude.

The villagers of those days used to conduct themselves with a great sense of gratitude, respect and courtesy.

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