Gurudev Ke Saath

Author(s): Gurdial Mallikji, Pratap J Tolia, Sumitra P Toliya
Publisher: Vardhaman Bharati International Foundation

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7. My First Acquaintance with G.M TOF "GUMNAM: G.M." -THE HIDDEN MYSTIC: From Krantikar Kirtikumar Toliya)
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Gurudev Rabindranath Tagore's beloved inmate, who was named by him as "Dumb Gurudial" (GURUDIAL MALLIK) due to his, the latter's silent, surrenderful, dedicated services at the Poet Master's feet for 22 long years at Santiniketan (and also thereafter since Tagore's passing away in 1941, at Mahatma Gandhiji's feet at Sevagram, etc.), was an unusual Sublime Soul. He was though outwardly unassuming completely, a highly elevated rare Mystic of Modern Times, of this Century. His is very inspiring and impressing life story, which is briefly narrated elsewhere.
Very great, though extremely humble , entirely Ego-less and seemingly small looking Mallikji, reminding of his hidden huge potentialities according to the Holy KALPASOOTRA, had graciously and silently entered into my own life quite mysteriously. It was perhaps, in lines of several Gracious Saints and Masters molding and carving my stone-like life, to uplift me and to elevate my revolutionary younger brother Krantikikumar Kirti who had strenuously struggled to serve the Poors and to bring revolution in his humble way by fighting with the dark forces of Corruption in free India, even working in the Indian Government's Garbs of Anti-Corruption Departments!". Hence Mystic Mallikji's entry in our lives was very much significant particularly the mystical hidden ways of helping the Sufferers that he possessed through his powerful Prayers and hidden Himalayan Healings, quite silently without any miracle - shows unlike some so called God-men. Thus his entrance, all of a sudden, without going after him, was quite significant indeed.
It was in 1956. After leaving Acharya Vinobaji with his blessings, from his walking tours of Orissa and Tamilnadu and Short time shelters of Gyana Yogini Chinnamma Mata at Repalle, Andhra and Great Music Master Nadananda Bapu Raoji at Hyderabad, A.P, I had come down to Ahmedabad. I was then in the pious shelter of Great Blind Jain & Gandhian Philosopher Pragyachakshu Padmabhooshan Dr. Pandit Sukhlalji. It was my earnest endeavor and lofty longing to learn the Jain and Comparative Indian Philosophy from Panditji by serving him to the best of my abilities. Also simultaneously literature and Music further at concerned Colleges were my allied subjects of the learnings. During this period my first acquainting with Poojya Maalikji materialized.
At that time he had come to Sabarmati Harijan Ashram.
By knowing about me from somewhere, he sent a message to Poojya Panditji, asking : "Where is Pratap? I want to see him and listen to his Bhajans..."
All of a sudden Panditji conveyed the same to me and said: "Mallikji has arrived at the Asram. He wants not only to see you, but also to listen your Bhajans. Hence you have to go there along with your Sitar..."
Overwhelmed with joy and surprise, I wondered and even inquired of Panditji that I had no acquaintance with Mallikji and how great it is of him that he himself is calling me to meet?
But anyhow, with the orders of not one, but two Great Masters, I immediately picked up Sitar and reached the Ashram, constantly thinking in my mind, how he had known my name, but however, I was happy beyond limits that I will be fortunate today to have the Darshan of this Holy Saint, about whom I had already known earlier. His writings mwaked as "G.M" which meant "GUM" (lost) had read by me. It had remained a mystery for some time initially that who this "G.M.=Gum" was. Now this mystery was clearly solved and this "GUM NAM: G.M" writer mystery was captured, This was double joy of coming across this another "G.M. = GREAT MYSTIC" (Gurdial Mallikji)..!
As soon as I reached Sabarmati Ashram at kind Pratapbhai Upadhya's residence, I found him seated alone only, as if the was waiting for me. His silken White Beared was shining just like a Divine Bird descended down from the sublime sky of spirituality. Visualizing this my eyes met with Mallikiji's love Bestowing shining eyes, I bowed down, touched his pious feet and suddenly sprung his speech full of love from his deep naval:
"Welcome, my dear son..!" and he continued before I speak something, as if replying my unasked question of my above said inquisity:
"I know you...I know you..I want to listen your Bhajans"
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