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Lilas of Maharajji

The Lilas of Maharajji Section of contains book reports, stories from books about the lilas (Play of the Gods) of Neem Karoli Baba / Neeb Karori Baba, and stories about Maharajji's lilas that are not in any books.

The Marriage of Kutul's Daughter

Kutul supplied milk to Church Lane, Allahabad, where Maharaj often stayed. Kutul had seen a boy that he wanted his daughter to marry, but he could not go ahead with the arrangements for the ceremony since he did not have the money. One day he put his problem before Maharaj and asked him for his blessing. Baba said, "Get the marriage performed as soon as possible." In spite of his circumstances, he had faith in Baba and got the date of the marriage fixed for the first available day. The worry about the money, however, remained the same.

Baba's Generosity

Baba was at his small ashram in Bhumiadhar when a poor man brought him milk in a clean glass with great affection. The cloth he had used to cover the glass, however, was very dirty. Seeing the cloth, none would have liked to drink that milk. Nevertheless, Baba took that glass very eagerly in his hand and removing the dirty piece of cloth, drank the milk very lovingly. The generous Baba saw the feelings of that man and ignored the unclean cloth.

A Lifelong Penance

One evening in May, Baba was sitting in a chair on the lawn at Church Lane. Some families of the judges of Allahabad's High Court were sitting around him on the ground. I was sitting alone on the other side of the lawn. Some time passed, and two men came and stood near me. One of them was dressed in a black coat, like a lawyer, and the other was in the traditional Indian dress of dhoti and kurta. Both of them bowed to Baba in salutation, but he did not look at them. Baba continued to sit with his head bent, talking to the devotees near him. The newcomers waited for some time in the hope that Baba would turn his eyes towards them, and eventually they sat down quietly.

About Lilas of Maharaji and Our Responsibilities

It was evening time in Vrindavan as I went to take my final darshan at Maharaji's ashram, before returning to Delhi. I entered room #7, where Dharm Narayan-ji, Maharaji's youngest son resides these days. Guru Dutt-ji was sitting on a chair alongside Dharm Narayan-ji's thakat. I had been staying at Ganga Ram/Patrick's home in the neighborhood and he had accompanied me.

A Gift from Babaji

"Many persons had heard that Babaji was a great saint and so were interested and enthusiastic to meet him. There were certain things that were very striking about Babaji and some people were disappointed when they saw him acting like a common householder. He would go on talking with all and sundry about family and work or business - only worldly things - not of God or prayer or worship. They felt that a sadhu who was busy with common man's talk, with-out the saint's hallmark of saffron clothes, matted locks and all that, could not be a real sadhu. Babali was fully aware of this and told me several times that many persons came to test him, not out of devotion for a saint. He did this deliberately to keep away curious sightseers.

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