Gurudeo Dadaji Dhooniwale Maharaj



DADA DHAM RAVI NAGAR NAGPUR



Today is Pujjya Dadajis Punyya Tithi Margashirsh Trayodashi

SALUTATIONS.............

Glory to the New Born……

She climbed the stairs with heavy feet. She gasped for breath intermittently. He held her hand all the while. It was a picture I had loved to see ever.

Their rooms were decorated with flowers etc. She nurtured a taste for flowering plants and varied species of plants. An environmentalist by nature my daughter in law was pleased to see her room. The fragrance of flowers and the incense of dhoop filled the house. We all chatted while drinking tea and savored delicious snacks. A moment so precious in our lives. This togetherness with our children warmed us in this pleasant winter season.

Baby Shower:

The day of Baby Shower was planned. All necessary things were chalked out. It was a small family affair. No pomp and show.. I prepared delicacies with my own hands. Taking note of the dishes my daughter in law loved to relish. She was special, in terms of her transformation into motherhood. This privilege is for women only. Remembering Mahatma Gandhi, he had uttered, “I would have loved to be born a woman; she undergoes the pangs of birth!” I would like to quote:


“ From the point of view of reverence a teacher is ten fold superior to a mere lecturer. A father is hundred fold to a teacher. And a mother thousand fold to a father. Says the Manu Smriti (ii 45). How true,…


Hundreds of dew drops to greet the dawn,

Hundreds of bees in the purple clover,

Hundreds of butterflies on the lawn,

But only one mother the wide world over.

~George Cooper



That day dawned! Waiting outside the labor room... Prayers to the Almighty were being offered with sincere hearts. I glanced at my son... He was composed and pacing the floors up and down. Now the time had come for his son to swing in their deft hands. The hands will become the cradle...That will rock their baby. The mother will sing loris (songs) untiringly..

My chain of thoughts was disrupted with a sudden cry from within closed doors of the Operation Theatre. A sudden joy spread on our faces . Yes it was the new born’s cry!

The tensions gone we ladies hugged each other. No amount of words could spell the Happiness. The doors opened and out came the Nurse holding the New Born Baby cuddled in a fine linen. She looked at my anxious face and I was bestowed with the newborn in my arms.

Was it a dream? I pondered. If so, I did not want to wake up. The bells chimed. ‘Hark the Herald Angels sing. Glory to the New Born King.


He saw the tiny fingers, the hands and feet the nose the lips. Everything so marvelous. What other miracle do we want to witness! Life itself is a miracle on this beautiful Earth.

I was happy to hear the cry that filled my house. We were blessed to become Grand Parents.

I reminisce RabindranathTagore’s words in his poem,

Streams of Life.

“I feel my limbs are made glorious by the touch of this world of life.

And my pride is from the life-throb of ages dancing in my blood this moment.”

My above article got published in The Hitawada dt.17/12/2010