THE ANGEL FROM SINGAPORE
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Angels are not persons who fly in the air with wings, rather they are normal human beings, who are especially blessed by God because of their special devotion in Him.
Suman Joshi was just two years old at the time that she recollects having the first glimpse of HH Shri Bhola Nathji at Allahabad in 1961.
Her father Shri S.K. Joshi an accountant in the AG office at Allahabad had an abiding faith in HH Shri Bhola Nathji who he regarded as God Himself.
There was a time when he took an office examination and in his forgetfulness brought the answer book home, rather than turn it in to the examiner. In his desperation in the dead of night he placed the answer book behind a photograph of HH Shri Bhola Nathji in his room. And Lo and Behold! The answer book had vanished in the night! And he passed with flying colours.
He had affectionately named his daughter, Suman Joshi, Pinky, but by the time she grew up HH Shri Bhola Nathji was gone from Allahabad and never returned.
She had a rare audience with HH Shri Bhola Nathji in the 1980's in New Delhi where her father was very worried about her marriage. To his surprise, Pinky said: "Daddy, why are you worried! HH Shri Bhola Nathji is watching over us!"
She had an innate, inborn faith, which nothing could explain or define and nothing could shake. She did not lose even an iota of this faith even when she was married and started living in Singapore for many years altogether where all she had with herself was a portrait of HH Shri Bhola Nathji as her refuge and shelter in life.
Events took a turn in life, which was a Plan of God. Her daughter, Aakansha, became a brilliant psychologist and doctor, with two Master Degrees, treating children for Autism.
And before Suman Joshi could know of it, she was in London in May 2019 with her daughter, and taking the darshan and blessings of HH Shri Pran Nathji, the elder son of HH Shri Bhola Nathji.
But the darshan was not all. She wanted to speak to me urgently on a video call, and she wept very loudly with tears streaming down her eyes, saying repeatedly:
"Prabhuji! Please! I pray to you that we must bring back our precious Pran Nathji to his home in India! He is living there all alone without a care for his body, his room is in a shambles, his carpet torn, his sofa broken, newspapers scattered all over the place and he is looking very weak!"
I was awakened from a slumber of complacency because HH Shri Pran Nathji had never complained to me about anything, but simply lived like a hidden Saint in the jungle of cement and iron around him, the city of London. He was lost in a world of his own thoughts, blessing the world invisibly, while meeting no one, living on a meagre pension as a retired engineer, being an inventor, scientist, philosopher and encyclopedia of world knowledge, who gave away everything to everyone.
It turned out that HH Shri Pran Nathji had not taken his important life-saving medicines for several days, if not weeks, in his self-forgetfulness, and was in a critical state in medical terms, but being totally unaware of it, not going to any doctor, and still smiling and laughing with his usual inner spiritual joy
This made me take urgent action and to phone him repeatedly to take his medicines which he agreed to do finally, before anything serious happened to him!
I shall always refer to Suman Joshi, or Pinky, as an Angel of God sent there to protect the precious divine body of HH Shri Pran Nathji, to alert us all and then to return to Singapore.
God never forgets two things: the first is loyalty to Him and the other is disloyalty. And the loyal are rewarded while the disloyal left to their fate. And He shall never forget the loyalty and faith of dear Pinky, or Suman Joshi, as well as her daughter, Aakansha who took this photograph.
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Priya Nath Mehta
May 15, 2019
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Angels are not persons who fly in the air with wings, rather they are normal human beings, who are especially blessed by God because of their special devotion in Him.
Suman Joshi was just two years old at the time that she recollects having the first glimpse of HH Shri Bhola Nathji at Allahabad in 1961.
Her father Shri S.K. Joshi an accountant in the AG office at Allahabad had an abiding faith in HH Shri Bhola Nathji who he regarded as God Himself.
There was a time when he took an office examination and in his forgetfulness brought the answer book home, rather than turn it in to the examiner. In his desperation in the dead of night he placed the answer book behind a photograph of HH Shri Bhola Nathji in his room. And Lo and Behold! The answer book had vanished in the night! And he passed with flying colours.
He had affectionately named his daughter, Suman Joshi, Pinky, but by the time she grew up HH Shri Bhola Nathji was gone from Allahabad and never returned.
She had a rare audience with HH Shri Bhola Nathji in the 1980's in New Delhi where her father was very worried about her marriage. To his surprise, Pinky said: "Daddy, why are you worried! HH Shri Bhola Nathji is watching over us!"
She had an innate, inborn faith, which nothing could explain or define and nothing could shake. She did not lose even an iota of this faith even when she was married and started living in Singapore for many years altogether where all she had with herself was a portrait of HH Shri Bhola Nathji as her refuge and shelter in life.
Events took a turn in life, which was a Plan of God. Her daughter, Aakansha, became a brilliant psychologist and doctor, with two Master Degrees, treating children for Autism.
And before Suman Joshi could know of it, she was in London in May 2019 with her daughter, and taking the darshan and blessings of HH Shri Pran Nathji, the elder son of HH Shri Bhola Nathji.
But the darshan was not all. She wanted to speak to me urgently on a video call, and she wept very loudly with tears streaming down her eyes, saying repeatedly:
"Prabhuji! Please! I pray to you that we must bring back our precious Pran Nathji to his home in India! He is living there all alone without a care for his body, his room is in a shambles, his carpet torn, his sofa broken, newspapers scattered all over the place and he is looking very weak!"
I was awakened from a slumber of complacency because HH Shri Pran Nathji had never complained to me about anything, but simply lived like a hidden Saint in the jungle of cement and iron around him, the city of London. He was lost in a world of his own thoughts, blessing the world invisibly, while meeting no one, living on a meagre pension as a retired engineer, being an inventor, scientist, philosopher and encyclopedia of world knowledge, who gave away everything to everyone.
It turned out that HH Shri Pran Nathji had not taken his important life-saving medicines for several days, if not weeks, in his self-forgetfulness, and was in a critical state in medical terms, but being totally unaware of it, not going to any doctor, and still smiling and laughing with his usual inner spiritual joy
This made me take urgent action and to phone him repeatedly to take his medicines which he agreed to do finally, before anything serious happened to him!
I shall always refer to Suman Joshi, or Pinky, as an Angel of God sent there to protect the precious divine body of HH Shri Pran Nathji, to alert us all and then to return to Singapore.
God never forgets two things: the first is loyalty to Him and the other is disloyalty. And the loyal are rewarded while the disloyal left to their fate. And He shall never forget the loyalty and faith of dear Pinky, or Suman Joshi, as well as her daughter, Aakansha who took this photograph.
Copyright
Priya Nath Mehta
May 15, 2019
