The Love of a Perfect Disciple

Day after day, Maharaj Sawan Singh’s love for his Satguru, Baba Jaimal Singh, grew deeper. For Maharaj Sawan Singh, meditation became his prime occupation in life, and Baba Ji’s darshan the only desire of his heart. The letters he wrote to his beloved Master were full of love and longing.

“The yearning for your darshan torments me day and night.”

“Without seeing you, I am restless like a fish out of water.”

“I do not ask even for Sach Khand. I beg only for the boon of devotion and faith, and love for your lotus feet.”

So intense became his love and longing for the Master that he would earnestly beg Baba Ji to permit him to give up his government job and come to stay with Baba Ji at the Dera, for his work did not give him time for meditation and kept him away from the Master.

But Baba Ji would reply, “Have no worry. You are always with me, not far.” And he would tell Maharaj Ji to continue with his government job, looking upon himself as the Satguru’s agent and keeping in mind that the job he was doing was also rendering service to the Master.

Accepting as Baba Ji’s will the torment of separation from the physical form, Maharaj Ji continued with his service as an engineer but increased his time in meditation. His entire free time was devoted to spiritual pursuits. He slept very little. If sometimes sleep tried to overpower him, he would meditate while standing. He had a staff made that was five feet long, with a crosspiece for the elbows, which he would sometimes use for doing bhajan in a standing position when he felt sleepy.

Even during the early days after initiation, Maharaj Ji’s inclination was mostly towards his meditation. Though he was scrupulously regular and strict in his official duties, he had little interest in any other activity. Sometimes Maharaj Ji would tell Banta Singh to saddle his horse, as he usually enjoyed going out for a ride. While Banta Singh was out saddling the horse, Maharaj Ji would take up a book and casually read a few devotional hymns. He would be so overcome with longing that he would sit in meditation, the outing forgotten.
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