When we pursue happiness, it eludes you. However, when you recognise that happiness is the natural state of the soul, all you need is to eliminate all that comes between your happiness and you.
He
peels off his skin for the fish to feast on. He renews his bodily organs
on a regular basis. Meet Gagangiri Baba, the strange patron saint of the
western Indian state of Maharashtra
It's a bit disconcerting to meet a man who, his followers swear, knows
all about your past, present and future. A man who, as part of his tapasya
(meditation),
walked into fire, nonchalantly peeled off his skin and directed his attendant
to feed it to the fish, adding choice morsels of his flesh to the piscine
feast. A man apparently made in the grand scale of immortal saints. When
seen through the filter of time and myth, such men and exploits seem believable.
But in this unheroic age, they demand a drastic redefinition of the possible.
The man in question is small and shrunken, with long streaming grizzly
hair. His fingers and feet are mere stubs, the rest having gone as fish
fodder ages ago, and he is conveyed to his seat on the back of one of
his close followers, Ashish. But his implacable face and piercing eyes
imply a power that you would be foolish to underestimate.
Gagangiri Baba is one of possibly scores of intrepid yogis in India who
imperceptibly gather huge followings, appear empowered with unbelievable
siddhis (mystical powers) and yet elude the mainstream. He is said
to have at least one million followers who come regularly to his 25-odd
ashrams in Maharashtra, western India. His followers include the rich,
the powerful, and even the notorious. Known as the patron saint of Maharashtra,
he, however, lives most in the hearts of the common folkparticularly
venerated by the fishing community of the state.
Penetrate his rank of devotees and you come in touch with a traditional
core of faith. Central to this is belief in the power of the guru to look
after his followers. Gagangiri Baba explains this by saying: "My body
is as sensitive as a cardiogram. Whenever my devotees remember me, my
body immediately senses it, and on such occasions, I have to exchange
their sins with my punya (good deeds)."
Almost
all followers report a miracle or two, but the yogi is much more than
a miracle worker for them. He is seen as a repository of all faith, a
symbol of the power of God, and a mirror of one's own inner divinity,
with the power to kick-start the devotee's spiritual quest.
The sense of surrender is correspondingly high. Anand Pote, a fingerprint
expert, says that when his wife was diagnosed with a tumor, Gagangiri
Baba gave her a marigold and advised her to eat a petal of it each day.
Within 15 days, X-rays revealed that the tumor had diminished considerably.
Shortly after, it disappeared.
Nevertheless, Ashish says: "Most people come to Maharaj with requests
for health, wealth and happiness. But if people take what he has to give
rather than what they want, their spiritual progress will be unimaginable."
At his ashram in Khopoli, two hours from the western Indian metropolis
Mumbai by road, a long queue awaits the yogi. Gagangiri Baba is seated
in a flower-bedecked swing. Next to him is an imposing altar, with sculptures
of tigers, peacocks and other animals. The Khopoli environs are spectacular.
The Patalganga river leaps, bounds and frolics by its side. The ashram
halls have no walls, and a devotee has to take just two steps to wade
into the river.
One matron, who had waited patiently for almost two hours for an audience
with the yogi, takes possession of him as soon as he is seated, and whispers
nonstop into his ear. There is something touching about the childlike
absorption with which he hears her out. Others take less time, but each
gets an audience. All the while, a devotee stands behind him, reading
out the day's news, including the stock index. Baba takes keen interest
in matters economic, and exhorts his devotees to venture into the self-sufficiency
of enterprise than the slavery of a job. "Young men must be good entrepreneurs.
They must conquer new economic horizons," he says.
When my turn comes, I prepare nervously for the all-knowing one to incinerate
me at a glance. Alas, no such drama takes place. Giving me a quick look,
he answers my questions in a thin, reed-like voice.
Unlike many latter-day gurus, Gagangiri Baba does not advocate any spiritual
or philosophical school of thought. Except for advising naam smaran
(chanting), he leaves his followers alone. "Maharaj will never say this
is good or that is bad. He stands for all spiritual ways," says Ashish.
Serious
seekers are advised individual sadhana (spiritual practice) based
on their inclinations and aptitudes. There is nothing to bind the devotees
together, not even group communions, except for regular activities at
the various ashrams.
What keeps drawing people is the guru's power about which many have uncanny
tales to narrate. Dr Priya Diwan, a gynecologist, was suddenly confronted
with a powerful throbbing at the temples that refused to succumb to treatment.
Suspecting black magic, and in distress, she went to the yogi.
"At the mention of black magic, he gave me a stern look," says Diwan,
"but when he saw my condition, it changed to compassion. He took the coconut
I had offered, and tapped my head. 'Everything will be okay now,' he said.
At his touch the throbbing stopped. Reaching home, I placed the coconut
on a kalash (ceremonial pot) in my family altar. The next morning,
I was aghast to see that the coconut was pitted with burn marks. Worse,
on lifting it, I found that the water in the kalash had turned
a blood red."
Gagangiri Baba's spiritual quest started early. Born as Shripadrao Patankar
in a well-to-do family of landlords in Satara district of Maharashtra,
he ran away from home as a youngster in search of self-realization. Apprenticing
himself to Yogiraj Chitranand of Jhansi, he, with his guru, soon went
to the Himalayas to perform austerities.
The yogi's bodily mortification has no apparent limits. Once, Gagangiri
Baba poured 3 kg of the poisonous chitramuli herb's juice over
himself. The poison melted almost all his flesh. New flesh soon replaced
the old, thanks to the application of another juice, pranayama
and kriya
yoga.
A hatha yogi, Gagangiri Baba has also mastered the art of kayakalpa,
the ability to renew his bodily organs, which is apparently the key to
immortality among sages. Every now and then, for instance, he is known
to fish out his intestines, give them a good wash, dry them out in the
sun and then dunk them back in. He eats little or nothing, for his nourishment
comes from the air, sunshine and other natural elements. "His nerves need
to be empty," says Ashish. "Every bit of food he eats decomposes him."
The yogi is said to be one of the legendary nine yogis of Maharashtra
whose leader is Dattatreya. These sages are also considered aghoris,
which could be said of Gagangiri Baba as well since he is known to have
interacted with spirits.
Gagangiri Baba's level of compassion is heartwarming. Displaying a shrewd
sense of humor, he compares the siddha yogi coming to earth to
a psychiatrist visiting a mental asylum: "The yogi knows what he is doing
and does not mind the trouble given to him by the mental patient (devotee).
On the other hand, he pities them and does his duty in curing them."
Gagangiri Baba does not advocate hatha yoga to his devotees: "They
have to be ready for it." As for his own goal, it is stark: "To be an
instrument of God's grace."