Special Moments with Hazur

When we arrived for western satsang, we found the Master laughing in good humour, Louise having drawn his attention to a small ink spot on his hand which she had noticed. He said, “The slightest thing out of the ordinary is noticed. One day I had a small rent in my trouser leg and about twenty satsangis remarked on it to me after satsang!” Someone asked him how many ways there were of tying a turban and he said, “As many ways as there are wearers – I only know one way,” pointing to his own. I said I supposed each way was characteristic of the wearer like a thumb mark, and he said yes.

One satsangi caused a good deal of amusement when given her parshad. She said she had not known till recently that it was anything special and had eaten hers at one sitting! The Master was very diverted by this and said, laughing, “No harm! No harm!” The Indians are most careful of their parshad and will meticulously pick up and eat the smallest crumb even if it falls in thick dust.

All departing satsangis were given parshad and if anyone offered to pay money into the langar, our gracious Master smiled and gently told us that we had done enough seva in coming here and paying our fare. “Besides,” he said, “you have done seva here also, I have seen you!”
_{In Search of the Way}

The Master is gracious and equally gives his love to everybody, to every disciple, in the same way. Some people, due to their past sanskaras or past associations, do surround him or come nearer to him, but that does not mean that the Master loves them more than those on the back benches, or those who are silent, or those who do not exchange words or exchange letters. It is wrong for them to think so; perhaps he loves them much more.
_{Maharaj Charan Singh, The Master Answers}