LOVE IS MY FORM– A Biographical
Series On Sri Sathya Sai Baba
Excerpts shared for educational and spiritual purposes with reverence to the author. This project is a non-profit initiative, offered as a labor of love and selfless service.
FOREWORD
Karnam Kamalamma
Karnam Kamalamma, who had the good fortune to see Baba, to love Him and
admire Him – ever since He was five years old – was Baba’s host for some time,
until the Puttaparthi Mandir was constructed. This foreword was spoken a in
Telugu.
Padmanaban requested of me a foreword to this book, even though I do not
understand what is written in it - because I never went to school. I am more
than eighty years old, now! What can I do?
Yet, the photos in this book speaks to me and take me back to the good
lei clays.
When I saw Swami for the first time, I was about twelve years old and
had just then been married - as the second wife to the Karman (the village
chieftain) of Puttaparthi. I did not know that the little boy m shorts and
half-sleeved shirt was to be revealed as Swami, an Avatar!
Tears run down my eyes when I think of it the Swami of those days. After
returning from Uravakonda He came to our house and said to me, "Kamalamma!
You think I am a human being? Nol I am God, Kamalamma:I am Easwara - Himself!
You will see My glory ' in the coming years. Believe Me!"
Several incidents appear fresh before my mind's eye:
After the bath ' He stands as a very young b oy, with a towel around His
waist. He keeps a Shirdi Baba photo and breaks open the coconuts we carried
there for the worship [offering]. Then He says,
I am not a ghost. I am Shirdi Baba. I want to join this boy. I trouble
this body in numerous ways, to settle down.
After that, He materialises flowers and fruits, takes arati and
goes to sleep. We wake Him up and offer a dhoti and a shirt for Him to wear and
invite Him for dinner. We serve Him dinner in a silver plate ... others, on a
leaf. He mixes all the items and eats up everything. No leftovers! Afterwards,
He settles down in our house.
People would visit Him from early morning to midnight, in those days,
and He would go on granting them interviews. He would hear their woes,
materialise vibhuti, cure diseases, solve their problems or console
them. I once asked Him “Why do you grant interviews to so many people?”
He said: “If I do not do it, not even a crow will come to Me, now. But a day
will come when you will people arriving by the thousands. Then, you will see Me
in all My glory.” How all that has come true!
Devotees would come and many would stay for months - and some, even for
years! Every day, ten-bullock carts would some, filled with men and women.
Subbamma (Karnam's first wife) and I would cook for all of them, until we were
tired and fell asleep. Often, Swami wakes us up late in the night and say, “Kamalamma,
many are waiting! Call them! I will grant them interview and send them away!
Otherwise, tomorrow you will have to cook for them again!” Nobody left
without an interview. Also, nobody left without food.
We used to sit with Swami for lunch and dinner. He would mix up all the
dishes - curries, rice, etc. and make them into large morsels! Each of us would
get one. There was never a shortages! Everybody was well fed.
And, His leelas! How wonderful they were! He would take Subbamma
and myself to the Kalpa Virksha (the wish-fulfilling tree) and as us to
hold it’s leaves. Each day the tree would give different fruits according to
our request. One day Navaneetham Naidu’s daughter wanted to eat dosa.
Immediately, Swami materialised a stock of hot and crisp dosas.
Sometimes, He would ask us to bring some small vessel. He would give it a pat
and it would be filled up with Amrith (divine nectar)!
Yet, Swami was so simple, sweet and child-like. In no time at all, He
would make garlands out of jasmine flowers brought from our garden. Sometimes
He would make a bed out of them and sleep on it. He would also play many games
with us. He always won! At other times, He would pull my hair and tease me!
There was an old servant, Bhimappa by name, who would bring drinking water from
the Chitravathi River. Bhimappa sang well and even cracked jokes. He loved
chillies-and took at least ten with his meals! Swami would often ask him to
sing songs for a reward of chillies.
But Swami was Swami-a hard taskmaster who never lost an opportunity to
teach, even in the midst of hilarity. One day, I was serving Him lunch. He was
very playful and asked for another helping of curry. Absentmindedly and
erroneously, I served Him, using my left hand. How He hit my left hand! It
stills pains, just to think of it! Once, He told Subbamma and me, "Both of
you will not have children. But I will be there as your child. You will have no
rebirth."
Now, in spite of so many people coming to Him every day, He still
remembers me and inquires after my welfare now and then, and sends a sari for
me, during every festival time.
Swami once told me, "You, Subbarnma and I should have a photo
taken." But nobody had a camera, then. Somehow, it did not materialise,
even later. Who knows the mind of Swami, the Sathchakmvarthi - the real Emperor
of all the worlds?
Whatever He has done for Puttaparthi and whatever He has been doing in
the hearts of millions of people, out of His immense prema, is proof
enough of His Divinity. It has been my good fortune to witness all this.
Take my advice: Love Him for all that He is; have faith, and He will
save you. Let this book become the medium for you to get immersed in Sai Tattva-the
Principle of Sai.