Sacred Samaadhis

By Vini Melwani

It was morning of Tuesday, May 31, 2016, about 11:45 AM, that Rev. Dada Vaswani came for a visit to the Sadhu Vaswani Center at East Brunswick, New Jersey.

He walked into the lawn area by Ryders Lane, searching for the right location to establish a statue of the Master, Sadhu T.L. Vaswani. And then, contemplating further, he said, it should not just be a statue, it should be a Samadhi. Dada often seemed moved by the vibrations of this site.

He would refer to the Center, its location, and to its Sangat as nimaron, humble. Elaborating further, Dada said that when the Master’s sacred ashes were interred at the Samadhi in Pune, one urn was saved and lay in the kutiya (Sadhu Vaswani’s room at the Mission) since 1966.

“This is the right place for its consecration”, declared Beloved Dada. In one remarkable little sentence, Dada had provided all the overseas spiritual aspirants, with a new place of pilgrimage, filled with powerful spiritual vibrations. And then with the foresight of a seer and a saint, Dada concluded to those assembled around him, “When you no longer see Dada in Poona, search for me here!”

Upon passing of Rev. Dada into the unseen, Didi Krishna Kumari set aside one urn containing his sacred remains for East Brunswick, so that the ashes of both Gurus may be placed together in one Samadhi, uniting the Disciple and the Master, two of the most consequential Rishis of Modern India. And thus, was born the concept of the Sadhu Vaswani Center for World Peace.

Bhoomi Pujans For

The Sacred Samadhis

By Didi Krishna Kumari

On the 20th of May 2023, The Sadhu Vaswani Center of East Brunswick, New Jersey, US, under the guidance and vision of Anjali Vaswani, held a notable historical spiritual event on their grounds, which was a pivotal moment for the Sadhu Vaswani Mission, the Bhoomi Pujans for the Sacred Samaadhis.

Bhoomi Puja is considered an important ceremony in our Hindu culture, as it is believed to establish a spiritual connection between the land, the divine forces, and the people involved in the construction. It is performed with the intention of ensuring the harmony and well being of the structure, its inhabitants, and the surrounding environment.

Performing this ritual brings positive energy, removes any negative influences, and ensures the successful completion of the project while protecting it from any potential harm or obstacles.

The ground breaking ceremony was guided by Didi Krishna Kumari, who seeked blessings from deities and invoked the presence of both Dada T.L. Vaswani and Dada Jashan Vaswani.

There were offerings of prayers and rituals, along with flowers, incense, lighting of a lamp, recitation of hymns, and sprinkling of holy water to purify the land.

The ground was prepared with the placing of foundation stones, which were sanctified and blessed during the ceremony.

There was full community participation to seek collective blessings and support for the endeavor.

As the Puja continued, the airs crackled with anticipation as everyone present was united in their shared reverence for this remarkable occasion.

Witnessing the mesmerizing rituals and age-old customs, carefully preserved and passed down through generations, each gesture, each chant, bore the weight of history, carrying the wisdom and aspirations of those who came before. It was a time when the past intertwined with the present, forging a profound connection between the collective consciousness and the eternal.

As individuals participated in the ceremonies, a wave of emotions washed over them, with awe, wonder, and a deep sense of devotion. The power of collective prayer and reflection filled the air, creating an energetic tapestry that bound all attendees in a spiritual communion. Time seemed suspended, as all were lost in the rhythm of the sacred chants.

Before the ceremony commenced, Didi Krishna Kumari attracted a large crowd of followers and disciples and began delivering a profound sermon that encompassed some of the most influential teachings of the mission.

During her oration, Didi covered a wide range of moral, ethical, and spiritual topics, offering guidance and challenging conventional thinking. She addressed themes, which outlined the characteristics of a blessed and righteous life, emphasizing qualities such as humility, mercy, purity of heart, and peacemaking.

Didi also expounded on various topics, including forgiveness, love for enemies, prayer, worry, and judgment. She beautifully encapsulated Sadhu Vaswani’s teachings, emphasizing the importance of a personal relationship with God and the transformation of one's heart and actions, focusing on the underlying principles of love, compassion, and righteousness.

The event lasted for several hours, with Didi’s words resonating deeply with the audience, the impact of which will certainly reverberate across generations.

This once-in-a-lifetime cultural and spiritual event was a magical experience that combined elements of culture, tradition, and spirituality into a unique and profound gathering.

It was truly a rare occasion that will hold deep significance for individuals and communities alike. Describing such an event requires capturing its essence, the emotions it evokes, and the impact it had on participants.

This extraordinary gathering, steeped in centuries of tradition and profound spirituality, awakened the senses and touched the depths of the soul as the boundaries between the earthly and the divine blurred.

It was an experience that transcended time and left an indelible mark on the observer’s soul, reminding us of the transformative power of collective celebration.

The Sacred Samaadhis will hold immense significance for the followers of the Sadhu Vaswani Mission. The shrine will become a place of pilgrimage where many will come to pay their homage to the Ones whom they revered and from whose flowing fountain of love they experienced joy and peace.

Whose visions for a transformed society guided by love, justice, and compassion and the spiritual wisdom and moral principles conveyed through their teachings continue to inspire and influence millions of people worldwide.

Once completed and open to devotees, the profound encounter of the Sacred Samaadhis, as part of of the Sadhu Vaswani Center for World Peace, will leave the individual forever changed, enlightened, inspired, and with a renewed sense of purpose.

The memories, emotions, and lessons imprinted upon one’s being will become a cherished part of one’s journey, forever etched in the annals of one’s personal memoir, making it a pivotal moment in the history of spirituality.

It certainly is etched forever in mine, being there on May 20th 2023 during this auspicious day of the Bhoomi Puja and witnessing the first step in turning Dada's wishes, seven years ago of the morning of May 31st in 2016, into a reality.

(Thank you to Ashok Lalwani & Anjali Vaswani of the Sadhu Vaswani Centers NJ for your inputs, material and images and for inspiring me with your selfless dedication to the Sadhu Vaswani Mission and the Sadhu Vaswani Center for World Peace)

CROCODILES REMEMBER

THE BOOK MUSICAL

Inspired by the Memoirs of Seth Naomal Hotchand, C.S.I. 

By Subash Kundanmal

PROLOGUE

When a chosen few of our folk heroes were taking their final bows on the transient centerstage and the thunderous applause was still in progress, a clique of passionate devotees slipped out of the playhouse to etch golden nimbi around their images. To those honored exemplars of yore who long departed the proscenium arch, we reverently offer our mummeries in especially demarcated hallowed chambers. We pin our earnest hopes on those dearly beloveds in exchange for their benedictions as we yearn for that glorious day when they will perchance grace us with an encore performance.
 
While we may not be quite as extravagant when the incandescent glare of the spotlights fade and the floodlights go dark on some of our lesser folk heroes (fashioned as they are from the fragile threads of our coarse, common cloth,) we nevertheless routinely commemorate their remembrances with exuberant ceremony and generous accolades on days specifically assigned. At our core, it seems we are unabashedly enthralled by folk heroes of every stamp and stripe who stormed the amphitheaters of history’s many yesterdays.
 
 It matters little or not at all if many among that venerated species were outright villains, notorious frauds or overrated buffoons, who deserved to be chased off the footlights, as they dodged the proverbial rotten eggs of scorn lobbed at them by jeering groundlings, even as caustic critics joined in the melee with poison pens of pillory. Perhaps our subliminal yearning for the Shangri-La of everlasting life motivates us to immortalize folk heroes of every ilk who populate our countless chronicles.
 
Regardless, very few would disagree that each folk hero in his or her onliest fashion contributed to the narrative of our blustering, blundering, creep and crawl from the primordial ooze towards human evolution. While they may occupy but a fleeting residence in our capricious human hearts, they bask in a hazy glow in the antechambers of our collective consciousness with saints and prophets, kings and queens, statesmen and soldiers, conquerors and revolutionaries, writers and artists, discoverers and explorers, inventors and thinkers, and - yes even scoundrels and scallywags.
 
In Henry IV Part 2, the Earl of Warwick reminds us that “there is a history in all men’s lives.” The toll of that Shakespearean sagacity rang out loud and clear, not unlike the nineteen chimes of St. Patrick’s Cathedral during a winter holiday in New York City, some years before. That Christmas morning, I had finished yet another reading of the Memoirs of Seth Naomal Hotchand. As in prior incursions of that monumental tome, I was quick to spot the warp and waft of history unmistakably braided into the fabric of Seth Naomal’s life. This was particularly remarkable since it would be implausible to envision a soothsayer gazing into a crystal ball prophesying Seth Naomal’s rendezvous with world history, much less predicting his ascension to the stature of a folk hero.
 
Seth Naomal could make no claim of illustrious birth, however loosely defined, nor was there a hint or hue of a blue corpuscle coursing through his veins. He was no celebrated champion of gory battles. He was certainly not one of those silver-tongued politicos who are so adept at seducing their coterie of patrons and the gullible public with honey-laced promises of everlasting profit and never-ending leisure, nor was he a member of that holier than thou priestly class who religiously rouse the rabble with heavenly bombast or hellfire oratory. He was a quiet living man, a reticent, risk-averse merchant banker engaged in the prosaic vocation of negotiating currency transactions, promissory notes, and bills of exchange related to the purchase and sale of grains and goats, sugar and sheep, camels and cotton bales, among other commodities - as his forefathers had engaged in for several generations.
 
He was the scion of a renowned mercantile family who resided in the port town of Karachi in the kingdom of Sindh, perched in north-west India in the nineteenth century. Prattlers in the bazaars and knowledgeable elites of those bygone years seemed to be in agreement that Seth Naomal was one of the wealthiest merchants in South Asia, although his prudence, conservative bent of mind, and innate modesty, obliged him to shun all tawdry exhibitions of gratuitous flamboyance. He was a respected member of the disenfranchised and tyrannized minority Hindu community. Notwithstanding, he and his family were reputed to have unfettered access to luminaries in the highest political echelons in a predominantly Muslim power structure prevalent in the kingdom of Sindh of his day. Yet, it would require precious little to safely surmise that one hundred and fifty years after his passing, his memory might surface upon the discovery of a faded photograph in a family album, lost in an attic of one of his unsuspecting descendants.
 
 To be sure, he had lived a fascinating life during an extraordinary epoch. This ipso facto met the initial smell test of a plethora of tantalizing creative opportunities. Yet upon further reflection, it became clear that additional terra firma required meticulous excavation in order to stake a claim for Seth Naomal as a person of interest so expressly unique as to overcome the hump of a playwright’s ingrained inertia. Thus, an exhumation of the historical record, scattered ubiquitously within the pages of literary works of many of his contemporaries, became incumbent and inevitable. Some of those celebrated writers of many yesteryears were well acquainted with his exploits and reputation. In addition, there were accounts of numerous others personally interconnected with his life, many of whom had closely collaborated with him. In time, recognizable sui generis strands interwoven into the design and pattern of Seth Naomal’s story began to emerge. Somewhere along the arc of that investigation, Seth Naomal ceased to be an enigma buried in a footnote of a complicated history. Gradually the portrait of a folk hero magically emerged as in a developing tray in a photographer’s darkroom.
 
 I embarked upon the acclivitous expedition of writing the Book Musical ‘Crocodiles Remember’ with a cautious tread of tentativeness until an afterthought as germane as the Duke of Warwick’s timeless truth transfigured into an epiphany. It presented itself in the form of a hypothetical question - to wit: If the events that shaped Seth Naomal’s personal life had been different, might history have taken another course? There was much in the unimpeachable disinterment to instigate debate over that plausibly daunting imponderable. More significantly though, during that trek of discovery, a motherlode of dramatic material was unearthed with which one could conceivably meld and mold theatrical edifices, personalities, and discourses with. That above all else, in my judgment, more than middlingly merited the drudgery of a playwright’s labors.
 
 In the nineteenth century, when the sun blazed it’s brightest upon the British Empire, and the dominion of India was its crowning achievement, arguably the single most powerful personage on the planet, Her Gracious Majesty Queen Victoria honored Seth Naomal with a letter and an ornate jeweled insignia in a kimkhab pouch. At a grand ceremony held in Karachi, Sindh, on January 1st, 1868, both were presented to him by the British Governor of Bombay, Sir Bartle Frere, who had collaborated with Seth Naomal for many tumultuous years.

The letter read – “VICTORIA, by the Grace of God, of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland, Queen, Defender of the Faith and Sovereign of the Most Exalted Order of the Star of India, to Seth Naomal of Karachi, greetings: Whereas We being desirous of conferring upon you such a mark of Our Royal Favor as will evince the esteem in which We hold your person and the services which you have rendered to our Indian Empire, We have thought fit to nominate and appoint you to be a Companion of Our Most Exalted Order of the Star of India. We do therefore by these presents grant unto you the dignity of a Companion of the Most Exalted Order of the Star of India and hereby authorize you to have, hold and enjoy the said dignity and rank of a Companion of the Most Exalted Order of the Star of India, together with all and singular, the privileges thereunto belonging and appertaining. Given at our Court at Osborne House under Our Sign Manual and the Seal of Our Said Order this thirtieth day of April 1866, in the twenty-ninth year of Our Reign.
By Her Majesty’s Command (Signed) De Grey and Rippon.”
 
Shortly before Sir Henry Pottinger was appointed the first British Governor of Hong Kong, he was a commissioned officer with the rank of Colonel stationed with the British Army in Colonial India. In that capacity, he was dispatched as a special envoy for the East India Company to the kingdom of Sindh. He worked closely with Seth Naomal and reportedly shared a few hair-raising close calls with him. He wrote to Rear-Admiral Sir Frederick Maitland, British Naval Commander-In-Chief on the eve of the British conquest of Sindh by General Sir Charles Napier, on 28th January 1839: “There is one point to which I solicit your kind and minute attention. I allude to the protection, under all circumstances, of the house, family and property of Seth Naomal of Karachi. That individual is now with this force. He has most zealously and indefatigably assisted us, and I cannot convey my deep anxiety regarding him and his better than by saying that they ought to be guarded as those of the Governor- General of India.”
 
 In an essay published in the prestigious Asiatic Quarterly Review in April 1888, Sir Frederic Goldsmid, who had worked extensively with Seth Naomal, wrote: “One alone, whose familiar figure has for years passed away from the midst of his countrymen, may be mentioned by name, the banker Seth Naomal. Connected with what may be called the Intelligence Department of the province of Sindh from the first hour of British occupation, he remained until the period of his demise, the most trustworthy informant and advisor of the several officers who administered the affairs of Sindh. Especially from Baluchistan were his reports of value, for his agents in that quarter had means of ascertaining the state of local politics which even money might not always command. He had a high opinion of European statesmen and would speak of European politics with a significant smile as though he saw through the hidden aims of empires and kingdoms and could unravel tangled skeins which perplex the most learned politicians in the West. His memory is especially noted here, for Karachi (Sindh) in its zenith was not Karachi (Sindh) without Seth Naomal.”
 
“The tangled skeins” and “the hidden aims of empires and kingdoms” that Sir Frederic Goldsmid alluded to in his magnanimous tribute to Seth Naomal was performed on the world stage for the better part of the nineteenth century. The Nobel laureate Rudyard Kipling captured its essence in his celebrated novel, ‘Kim’. He popularized the term ‘the Great Game’ to describe it. It pertained to the clandestine capers during which cadres of rival agents enacted a tournament of shadows, much like performing marionettes, whose strings were attached to the waistbands of two dominant empires of that era, namely Czarist Russia and Imperial Britain. In a monumental contest that spanned a century, their surrogates tirelessly devised elaborate schemes of political and military chicanery to satiate gluttonous cravings for subservient colonies by both those superpowers. In the wake of that marathon competition for dominance, sovereign kingdoms of Asia mutated into groveling protectorates and impotent vassal states.
 
 In 1820, murmurs on the treacherous trails of the Khyber Pass and the Bolan Pass led to a chorus of whispered rumblings by Afghani horse traders, Persian carpet merchants, and Baluchi camel herders who routinely exchanged tidbits of the latest goings-on as they mingled in the crowded tea stalls and the shady opium dens of the local bazaars. The medley of tittle-tattle brought by travelers returning from the Capitals of the Khanates of Central Asia ascended to a crescendo. It resonated in the ears of eavesdropping British agents, who, in turn, sent disconcerting dispatches that reached the Court of Directors of the East India Company, causing them to refresh their brandies, sit up and take notice.
 
The crux of the communiques they received suggested in the strongest possible terms that Russia, having accomplished the conquest of Turkistan (Turkey), was stealthily in the thick of an impending military campaign to overrun Afghanistan. British policymakers in London and Calcutta interpreted these ominous intelligence reports to extrapolate that Russia’s ulterior intent was to use Afghanistan as a launchpad to challenge British commercial interests and military supremacy in South Asia, which they feared put Great Britain’s Indian possessions - ‘the jewel in the crown’ in imminent jeopardy. It was not lost on British administrators that it was from the very same mountain passes of Afghanistan that hordes of marauders in the past had invaded India, while the ‘unhappy valley’ of Sindh had served as the tormented vestibule where from those foreign armies had marched southwards to conquer India’s native kingdoms to establish the Moghul Empire. By rare unanimity, both sudden and swift, the independent kingdom of Sindh’s proximity to Afghanistan assumed critical significance for British military strategists. Up until this point, except for sporadic commercial contacts with Seth Naomal’s business houses for some years prior, the Kingdom of Sindh had been virtually overlooked by the English East India Company, preoccupied, as it was, with the task of consolidating the paramountcy of its commercial and military preeminence in the rest of India.
 
Never ones to hem and haw when the slow trot of Push threatened to accelerate into a galloping Shove, emissaries of the East India Company commenced diplomatic overtures and treaty signing expeditions at the Palace of His Majesty Murad Ali Talpur, the Monarch of Sindh. That doddering Regent encumbered by dissensions in his own court, and distracted by violent communal disturbances in his kingdom, helplessly dithered and dodged about, but eventually acquiesced to the stationing of British forces in Sindh to facilitate initiatives to counter Russian ambitions in Afghanistan. The mandatory requirement to pony up an annual contribution to maintain those British troops stationed in his kingdom only added to His Majesty’s futile chagrin. Assurances by the envoys of the Honorable East India Company that the noble endeavor of their proposed treaties was to protect the kingdom of Sindh and the company’s interests from their common adversaries failed to convince or console him.
 
 To be clear, this erosion of sovereignty of the kingdom of Sindh did not sit well with the Muslim nobles at King Murad Ali’s Court. It was also vehemently resented by most members of the royal family who were of the view that advanced age and pleasurable excesses had blunted Mir Murad Ali’s sword. Consequently, ominous directives mandated by the hardliners emanated from the cloistered innards of King Murad Ali’s palace. The strictures issued threatened dire consequences to the general citizenry of the kingdom of Sindh to discourage them from offering any aid and comfort to the English ‘intruders’. The dragline and radial threads of political intrigue and civil discord that followed effectively enmeshed the local citizenry and Seth Naomal’s family, in particular, in a web of conflicting loyalties. In the ensuing communal tensions in the desert kingdom of Sindh, a heinous act of contumely and bigotry revolted the mild mannered pacifist, Seth Naomal. It transformed him into a committed recalcitrant and a confederate of the East India Company. From there on, his blood was up, and his casus belli became the overthrow of the sixty-year reign of the Talpur rulers of Sindh. It also catapulted him to the stature of an icon of folk history.
 
 It should come as no surprise to the reader that he is primus inter pares among the dramatis personae that inhabit the Book Musical, ‘Crocodiles Remember.’ Many of the characters who share the stage with Seth Naomal did exist, although some names have been changed to accommodate a minor technical consideration. For the most part, the events in this work did occur, while other episodes are rearranged and reconstructed for which poetic license is herewith invoked. Obbligato factuality has been synthesized with the ad libitum of fictionality to add tint and texture to augment dramatic heft. No effort has been employed to be slavish to historical hegemony, and those who seek chronological correctness and anecdotal purity are encouraged to dive in and backstroke in the presently placid waters of that bygone era.
 
In the final analysis, ‘Crocodiles Remember’ is a creative offering for the diversion of those who wish to spend an hour or two away from their concerns. The 3-time Pulitzer Prize winner, the late great Edward Albee once wrote, “We must never forget that plays are literature and exist as complete experiences on the page. They are not made complete experiences in performance. That is merely an added virtue that a play has.” Nonetheless, ‘Crocodiles Remember’ is designed to be performed on stage by thespians, with the aid and abetment of other creators of illusions who ply those allied arts and crafts that are no less worthy progenies of Mother Theatre.
 
 In this creative offering, no special preference has been allocated to any ideation or dogma over any other. Nor is it a condonement or condemnation of the state of mind of any of the characters. Thus, no mea culpa for their acts and utterances is proffered. Also, this work is not an exercise in polemics, although I suspect that there may be those who will opine otherwise. I am mindful, however, that despite these muscular disclaimers, there are some whose sensibilities will be offended. There may be yet others who will complain that this creative enterprise does not sufficiently validate their perceptions and prejudices. I humbly but unequivocally declare to all detractors of this work that I am a mere minstrel in search of an audience, and in all good conscience, I respectfully refer all those with grievances to approach the Gods of their druthers.

A NOTE ON THE AUTHOR SUBASH KUNDANMAL
Member: Dramatists Guild of America.The Authors Guild. SAG/AFTRA. Actors Equity. Pen America
Subash Kundanmal, the author of the Book Musical 'Crocodiles Remember' has worked extensively in Film, Television, and Theatre in a host of acclaimed productions. He has written several screenplays, including 'Little Mr. Lincoln,' 'Hemlock Society,' 'The Third Door,' among others. Additionally, he has authored a collection of short stories titled 'Shorts and Briefs', the war saga 'The Plunging of the Knife', and the novel 'A Song of Light.'

BLURRED LINES

By Aastha Gupta

It's a Tuesday evening, the rain is pouring precariously, the winds are gusty, and on the

other side of the phone is Mr. Jawaharlal Asnani from Mithi, a desert city of Thar,

located in Sindh, Pakistan.

He begins by telling me he is a practising doctor at the district hospital in Tharparkar. He further confirms that Mithi remained largely unaffected by the Partition of 1947 primarily due to it’s location.

It's one of the rare places in Sindh where there is still a majority Hindu population, almost eighty percent. Few of his family members have migrated to Gujarat since, but most of them have stayed back in Sindh.

There is no large-scale communal violence that one could easily think of.

When asked about the language they speak at home, he answers, We speak pure

Sindhi. However, there is another language, Dhatki, a Rajasthani language, that is also

widely spoken there. Given Mithi's location on the world map, that isn't surprising.

He also confirms that while he was in school in the 1960s and 1970s, they were taught

Sanskrit. But not anymore, he says. The new generation hardly knows anything about

Sanskrit or even Hindi.

Although I remain skeptical about the relationship Hindus and Muslims share in a city

like Mithi where the population is so religiously skewed, Mr. Asnani never, for once,

says anything that would cement my presumptions.

Mere dost Hindu bhi hain aur Musalman bhi. Hum Eid bhi manaate hain aur Diwali bhi, he signs off and leaves me pondering: where do we really draw the line in a place like this?

Aastha Gupta hails from New Delhi and is a German-language editor by profession. As a writer, she has co-authored around eight books with various publishing houses. Her work has previously been featured on platforms like Terribly TinyTales, LiveWire, Binge Daily, The Peeper Times, etc. She also runs her own newsletter. She has a keen interest in the partition history of India and has documented many real-life stories pertaining to it on her Instagram page, AurEKKahaani. In her free time, she likes to be a part of heritage walks, literature festivals,s and art workshops in and around Delhi.

 2nd International Sindhi Sammelan

By Vijay Kotwani

We had held our first convention at Bogmalo Resort GOA on 26th to 28th Aug 2022 which was inaugurated by Mr Pramod Sawant Chief Minister of GOA.This was attended by our about 300 members including 30-35 from different countries.

Now we have organised our 2nd convention at Devka Beach Resort DAMAN on

7th to 9th July 2023.

WINNERS OF MAY'S TRIVIA

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