Shree Sanjay Sai Sewa Organization Nepal

My Journey with Bhagwan Shree Sathya Sai and Bhagwan Shree Sanjay Sai

In 1997, a dear friend and his spouse visited us and shared a profound truth: that Sai Baba is a divine incarnation. Until then, I had dismissed Him as merely a magician. Their conviction stirred something within us, and soon we began attending Sai bhajans regularly and engaging wholeheartedly in seva activities at the home of a devoted lady in Kathmandu, lovingly known as Bharosa Maa.

Her residence has become a sacred gathering place where countless devotees come seeking Sai’s blessings. Sathya Sai Baba graces devotees there with divine messages—sometimes appearing miraculously on bananas and other offerings. The atmosphere is steeped in devotion, and numerous seva initiatives have flourished under her guidance.

About three months after we began attending bhajans, we learned that a group was planning a pilgrimage to Puttaparthi during Shivratri. It was my wife who encouraged me to join them and seek the darshan of Sathya Sai Baba. That marked our very first visit to Puttaparthi—a moment that would become a turning point in our spiritual lives.

Over the next ten years, by His grace, my wife and I were blessed to visit Puttaparthi fourteen times, each stay lasting fifteen days. Those days were filled with devotion, seva, and divine experiences that shaped my spiritual path.  

We began reading Sai literature regularly, allowing His teachings to guide and uplift us. In my leisure moments, I cherish spending time in satsang with elders, where I find profound joy and spiritual nourishment.

One day during a satsang, someone shared something truly astonishing: Baba was now in Nepal, in the form of Sanjay Sai Baba—a young boy of about 17 – 18 years. They spoke of his childhood, miracles, and divine grace, saying they mirrored those of Sathya Sai Baba himself.

I responded from the depths of my devotion, “My namaskaram is from here alone. Sathya Sai Baba is my everything—Pashupatinath, Guheshwari, Tirupati Balaji, and beyond. I have no desire to go anywhere else, leaving Sathya Sai Baba behind.”

Yet many elders urged me to visit Sanjay Sai Baba, affirming that he was the same embodiment of divinity. When my wife heard about this, she insisted we go—at least once. “Even if he’s not Sathya Sai,” she said, “he is a divine soul. We must go.” I resisted. Small quarrels began at home. Nine months passed.

On Guru Purnima day, my wife fell ill during the night with a fever. In the morning, I went alone to Bharosa Maa’s residence for bhajan, offered seva, and helped serve food. Later, I returned home and asked how she was feeling. She said she was fine. So, I suggested we go for a walk—to make up for both our missed morning and evening strolls.

We stepped out without any particular destination in mind. Around 6:00 pm, we unknowingly found ourselves near the corner of Sanjay Sai Baba’s ashram. My wife suddenly exclaimed, “Here is the ashram—we must go in.” I hesitated, trying to reason with her. “We are devotees of Sathya Sai Baba,” I said. “We shouldn’t go anywhere else except to Him.”

For nearly ten minutes, we exchanged heated words. She said firmly, “Today is Guru Purnima—an auspicious day. I couldn’t go to Bharosa Maa’s this morning because of my illness. But I will go inside—no matter what. If you don’t want to come, don’t. You stay here. I’ll go alone.”

And with that, she walked inside.

For a moment, I was furious. But standing there helpless, I turned inward and spoke to Sathya Sai Baba from the depths of my heart: “Baba, you are everything to me. I never intended to go anywhere else. But your daughter—my wife—has gone in. So, I’m going too. Please don’t be angry.”

Inside, the programme had already ended and most devotees had left. At the gate, we met a kind lady named Purnima Sairam, who was just leaving. She greeted us warmly and said,
“Why are you so late? You’ve missed darshan. Please go inside and receive Baba’s blessings before you return.”

I stepped into the puja room. It was quiet, serene, and empty. My wife was sitting on the ladies’ side; I took my place on the men’s side.

Within me, a trace of ego stirred. As I looked at the life-size photo of Baba in the room, I thought, “Oh… Sanjay Sai Baba,” still holding on to my inner resistance. Yet something deeper was unfolding. I closed my eyes and began to meditate. To my surprise, both of us remained in deep, uninterrupted silence for exactly 34 minutes—the longest I had ever meditated in my life. In that stillness, something began to dissolve.

My meditation was interrupted by a gentle voice: “Sairam, you are an artist”. Later we came to know that it was Amir Sairam – the current chairperson of the Shree Sanjay Sai Sewa Organization. He and his wife were engaged in sewa that day.

Amir Sairam approached me, and I said “We are here anyway. Please help us received His darshan.” He responded kindly but firmly, “it is not possible today. You must come on Monday, Thursday, or Saturday during bhajan and darshan time”.

He then showed us some of Baba’s divine materializations—among them, the Mallikarjun Shiva Lingam, which had miraculously grown in size after its creation, along with many silver and golden lingams. He explained that the sacred water from these lingams has the power to heal illnesses.

I pleaded once more, hoping for a glimpse of grace. But he gently repeated, “This is your own ashram. You must come on the right days.”

Just then, a lady entered with prasadam—she was Manju Sairam, Amir Sairam’s wife. She said, “Swami told Amir Sairam to give this prasadam to Rabi Giri and his wife, and to call them for bhajan.”

Hearing this, I broke down, weeping like a child. How did He know that I am Rabi Giri?

We ate one banana and took another home for my sons. As we walked the 1.5 kilometers back, it felt as though we were flying—lifted by something far greater than ourselves.

Back at home, I found myself wondering, “Perhaps someone told Baba about me—that’s why He sent that message.” I resolved not to return. But before sleep embraced me, a quiet voice stirred within: “You are an artist, and people know you. But He said ‘your wife’—not sister, niece, or friend. He knew it.”

A wave of realization washed over me. “Oh… I must go again—to see for myself if He is truly Sai Baba.”

On my second visit, a Monday, I attended the bhajan. Baba entered during the session. His movements, his radiant smile, and the way he spoke—it was all unmistakably reminiscent of Sathya Sai Baba. In Puttaparthi, Baba spoke in Hindi and Telugu; here, he spoke in Nepali. Right before my eyes, he materialized vibhuti and lovingly offered it to a devotee.

My next visit was on Thursday. That day, Swami materialized a pendant and gently placed it into my hands. I closed my palms around the gift and offered a heartfelt namaskaram, the pendant nestled within. Everyone around was eager to see what Swami had given. As I opened my hands, a young girl gasped in recognition. She recalled something from the day before—one of the girls had asked Baba what He loved the most. In response, Swami had touched His chest and materialized a Sarvadharma logo. And now, He had graced me with that very symbol—the Sarvadharma pendant.

My heart overflowed. What a divine affirmation.

The following Saturday, I visited the ashram alone due to some reason and was unexpectedly granted an interview. Overwhelmed with emotion, I found myself speechless before Swami. He gently asked about me, and I spoke briefly about my background in cinema. Looking deeply into my eyes, He said with quiet conviction: “You have to work a lot in the Sai mission in the future.”

That blissful moment is beyond words—etched forever in my heart.

From then on, we began visiting the ashram regularly. On one hand, I was still testing Bhagwan, seeking certainty. On the other, I was unknowingly surrendering myself at His divine lotus feet.

The next Saturday, Swami asked me to speak to the audience. By then, a complete realization had dawned within me: Sathya Sai and Sanjay Sai are one and the same. I spoke from the depths of my heart: “.. I have tested Him in many ways, and now I am fully convinced—He is the same Sathya Sai Baba in the form of Sanjay Sai Baba. We no longer need to travel thousands of kilometers—4,200 km—to Puttaparthi. The same Sai Baba is here with us, before our eyes, walking among us, speaking to us, blessing us…”

Since that day, we have remained fully surrendered at His divine lotus feet—and continue to do so, with unwavering faith and devotion.

Several years after receiving the sacred pendant from Swami’s divine hands, I lost it. I was devastated. Like a madman, I circled the area again and again—ten times—searching desperately. My heart felt hollow. A wave of anguish swept over me: What meaning does my life hold now? How could I be so careless? I’ve lost Swami’s divine gift. I no longer deserve to be alive.

And then—miraculously—I spotted the pendant lying in the mud. Overwhelmed with emotion, I bent down and picked it up, tears streaming from my eyes. In that moment, it felt as though Swami Himself had returned it to me—not just the pendant, but a piece of my soul.

Later, in 2011, with the divine permission of Bhagwan Shree Sanjay Sai Baba, we were blessed to visit Sathya Sai Baba in Puttaparthi. Despite His deteriorating health, Swami continued to grant evening darshan to devotees, radiating compassion and grace. Seven months after our visit, on 24 April 2011, at the age of 84, Sathya Sai Baba left His mortal coil.

A million thanks to my better half, whose unwavering devotion led me to both Sathya Sai and Sanjay Sai Baba. My spiritual journey with Bhagwan Shree Sanjay Sai Baba continues to this day. I’ve had the privilege of accompanying Him to many places and experiencing countless divine moments. I remain deeply grateful to be part of the Shree Sanjay Sai Mission—surrendered, guided, and blessed.

Jay Sai Ram