Original God
Conspiracy & Blackmagic
Dr Mukesh Chauhan
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Part II The Live Experience
Chapter 1: Childhood to 1993- London, USA, Europe
University of London – University College Hospital & Royal College of Surgeons
Extensive travels to Europe and USA for Post graduate studies
Chapter 2: Disaster Strikes From 1993
Road Accident in London – BMW write off
Black magic - invisible enemy
Blood
Death of Princess Diana-blood was offered
Hair
Planet Saturn , Rahu and Ketu ( Chinese dragons head and tails )
Black magic – How does it work
Cleaning out Faeces – Aghoris – worst experience
Black magic with Needle work
Poison
Death by Hanging
Legal Battles in Royal Courts of Justice in London
Woolwich Bank Court case
Special Supreme Court Appeal in London
Highest God’s Message of 29 April 09.Nat West Bank Court case
Inland Revenue Court case
23 Judgments in the above two disputes – History in UK
House Repossessed in London – conspiracy
Highest God’s message of 20 Feb 2009
How do you fight an invisible enemy
Black Magic in Royal Courts Of London
Durga Maa & Krishna ( Brahma) had sent illness in my body
Eight Incidents which destroyed my memory in Mauritius-evil side of people
Christians black magic
African voodoo
Indrajal
Arabs and Muslims
Brahma and Krishna
God’s Message of 12 December 2008
My enemies
Part II- The Live Experience:
Chapter 1 Childhood to 1993: London, USA, Europe
In 1965, we had arrived from Nairobi, Kenya and stayed in Baroda (now known as Vadodara ) in Gujarat, where I had studied at Baroda High School until November 1971 when we departed to London. Father had departed to London much earlier as he had lost weight due to adverse heat and his health was suffering. My eldest brother was amongst the first to arrive in London before any of us had arrived and had started the base for father to follow suit.
I thoroughly enjoyed my stay in India. I enjoyed the schooling days as my elder brother and my sister were also in the same Baroda High School, which was considered the top English medium school in Baroda in 1965. This city was particularly pleasant which had enjoyed development under the Maharaja Gaekward of Baroda. Our school was really his big stable house for the Maharaja’s horses and horse driven carriages for the stately ceremonies. The gold decorated carriage was brought out for some ceremonies. The King had spent some time in London and this was visible with the layout of some of the buildings and gardens. The building known as Temple Of Justice was emulated along the lines of the Big Ben and House of Parliament of Central London. The MS University in Baroda is World famous. The roads were spacious and lay with trees and plenty of gardens.
The formative years in India were excellent being exposed to Indian way of life where I felt completely at ease and enjoyed the society’s environment where we lived. In my heart I liked Indian way of life. It is true that the childhood impressions play an important part of one’s later development. This was going to pull me back to India. But, there were other reasons for the eventual come back which will be explained later. Sports was an important part of life for me enjoying some of the traditional Indian sports like khoo-khoo, kabadi, cricket, volleyball and many other childhood sports.
I did quite well at school each year since I studied hard. My favourite time to study was during early morning at 4.00am when everything was quite. Most of my studies were undertaken along these times. Watching floods in Baroda was a novel experience for me. Power of water is quite remarkable. India seemed to enjoy four separate weathers throughout the year, which was different from the tropical weather in Kenya.
My father’s health had deteriorated in India. The heat and type of work, he found difficulty in readapting to Indian way of life even though he had spent his life or certainly early childhood in Dharmaj in Gujarat State, where he lived with his Uncle and Aunt while his Father or my grandfather had travelled to Kenya in search of a new livelihood. My grandfather expired at a young age in Nairobi in Kenya and therefore the mantle of entire family life of six brothers was on my father’s shoulders from a young age .
My eldest brother had stayed behind in Nairobi while my parents and elder brother, sister and I had arrived in India in 1965.So our family was divided in two again. My eldest brother had left for London at a young age of 18 yrs from Nairobi in search of a new livelihood. My Father decided to join him in London, leaving the rest of us behind in Baroda where we stayed for few years. Once they were settled then they would call us to London.
Five golden years of my life quickly, joyfully and playfully went by in India, until another change was forced upon us. My Father and eldest brother had wanted for all of us to be united in London. My father was keen that we continue with our further studies in London. With that in mind we had departed from India to UK and London in November 1971.
In London, the weather was the most startling thing which was so different from India with its four clear seasons. Weather was unpredictable in London. It seemed to perpetually rain in London, with days getting dark by 3.00pm in the afternoon. Cold wintery conditions took some time to get used to. School was again very different from the Maharaja Gaekward school in Baroda.
The headmaster—Mr. Benton ( God Bless his Soul ) had conducted my interview in my eldest brother’s presence and had admitted me to Claremont High School in Kenton, Harrow. Sadly, the headmaster who was so kind and helpful had died of Leukaemia. My eldest brother was leading us everywhere in London as he had arrived few years prior to us and was used to English way of life. My elder brother was with us in Baroda and therefore I was protected in India and in London being the youngest of the four children.
First year was particularly hard in London. Accommodation was a problem in London on account of cost and space. My uncle had a house and lived with his children. My parents and sister would sleep in a rented flat in a separate place elsewhere and three brothers would sleep in my Uncles place in a single room about 10 minutes walking distance from the parents place.
In 1972, It was a very nice Muslim Family from Lahore who had allowed us to come and attend and eat with the parents on the first floor of his house, while the Muslim family was staying on the ground floor. Rest of the family members had to work full time and save so that we could buy our first house in London. I was the only one who was in full time education. This was routine for almost 1 year.
Despite the hardship faced in the first year, my parents and the entire family had worked hard, except myself to buy our first family house in Wembley. This was a lucky house for all of us as good things had happened to us from this house. We all grew up and evolved from this house.
Indian food was sparse in 1971. Certainly not the variety of foods available today. In 30 years, London has changed a lot. Now Indian food is a must for all. I still remember those days when we used to fight in the school in the toilets or playgrounds or in the bus or trains as Asians were not liked by a small section of the community who used to call all the Asians as “ Pakis ”. This was because of people of Pakistan origin for whatever reason were subjected to racial abuse. My mother was worried about the constant fighting taking place in the schools with the integration of immigrants was far from complete, again, I hasten to add by a small minority. Similarly, many fights would take place in the name of petty things like your Indian curries stink and then I would reply that so does your animal food like the beef and Yorkshire pudding which you eat. At least we are sensible and don’t kill animals and eat them. We are kind to our animals and cows.
These small gangs were present in those days who would attempt to terrorise and bully us. Parents would not tolerate any violence in school with our strict upbringing. But, one realised that one cannot keep on taking insult after insult in the buses and the roads. It sends the wrong impression that we were cowards. Sooner or later these problems needed to be sorted out as there was a constant undercurrent of a degree of racial harassment. Fighting was inevitable. One such incident took place in school toilets. We were in the toilet when a gang of four racists from our school walked into the toilet and surrounded us. My friend had departed early leaving his business unfinished and it was not in my nature to run from problems. I was surrounded by four of these young school thugs. In those days, they would try and get the victim on the floor and beat and kick him with their strong leather boots. I knew I had limited time as I was going to be attacked and I was not going to run from this problem even though the odds were 4:1 against me. The insults about food, followed by taunts that why don’t you Pakis go back to your —- Country.
Insults against India was one thing I just could not tolerate. My adrenaline was flowing and I had retorted that you had stayed for 400 years in my Country and ruled my Country. Now we are going to stay here for 400 years and rule over your Country and then we will leave. That was the only answer I could think of in the heat of the moment.
The ring leader was the main guy. As he had raised his hand to punch me, something inside me said ‘Mukesh attack him, you have 1-2 minutes before they beat you up’. I just attacked his face and nose non-stop with punches after punches without thinking of the others, who were shell shocked that an Asian had the guts to attack them and their leader. I had broken something in his nose as there was blood pouring out quite profusely. The others had retreated seeing the leaders condition, by this time I had gone stronger and said to the others come on guys let’s have a fight, but, none had the stomach for a fight. They quickly retreated from the toilet. This is the bad things about these so called gang’s. They derive their strength from the collective presence. Individually, they do not have the guts to face or challenge us.
Two of their gang members went to the headmaster with blood pouring to complain about my behaviour. Headmaster had called me over to explain. I had stated that next time I will beat them even more as I will not tolerate insults against my Mother’s name. The two guys were suspended. The headmaster had thought that my blood born mother was insulted, whereas I had meant Mother India. I did not like anything untoward being said about India; after all I had just come from India.
From that day onwards these guys kept out of my sights and all the other Asians, who looked upon this as a heroic act. If the gang members saw me on the road then they would cross over the road to avoid even looking at me. From that day onwards there was peace. Many other small incidents would spring up, but, the opposition knew that Asians had some people who would stand up and defend them. Sometimes one needs to stand up in life and be counted otherwise everyone will run over you. Many such fights took place in trains on returning from Kenton to Wembley Central Stations. Once while seating inside the compartment of the train which was empty, I was surrounded by three members of another gang who started kicking me and this continued for some 5 –10 minutes. One thing was certain I was not going to run. Tit for Tat was the only way forward. Odds were 6:2 kicks against me, but so be it. My mother had noticed that I was not walking freely and had bruises for many days. Sometimes gangs from adjacent schools like St. Gregory’s would invade our territory with racial abuse. These were all contained.
I was made the secondary school eleven cricket Captain of our school for 3 years. It was fun playing cricket against many such teams. We had some West Indians in our team who liked nothing better than to bowl at them.
In those days in London, there were gang war fares from a breed of gangs who were known as Skin heads. Their shaven heads and leather wear would give them a menacing outlook. Their gang of girls were also abusive with racist’s taunts on buses. Police controlled these offenders. Police were very good in maintaining Law and order.
To bring the discrimination in perspective one must not forget that in India, the higher castes still discriminate against the lower castes in all wakes of life, even in the Temples where the lower castes were not allowed to enter. Christians, like the singer Yesudas was not allowed to enter the Krishna Temple is also a form of discrimination. The greatest statement by God has not been understood by the masses in India. Religions have tended to divide more than unite different faiths. More of this in other chapters and the answers to these problems.
Majority of English people were helpful and gave us a chance to get adapted to their way of life, which one must admit is vastly different from our Indian way of life. School teachers at Claremont High School were of very high standard. One immediately realised that their method of teaching was different, but, excellent. After the first disastrous year, the rest of the school life was very good and I had established my name and position and was viewed with good respect by all the teachers. After us, had come the influx of Asians from Uganda who were thrown out by President Idi Amin. One teacher who was particular helpful was Miss Phillips who went of her way to help all of us and the new arrivals from Uganda. So Kenya and Uganda were keeping pace in the middle of London suburbs with a variety of East African influence. Food and religion were two pets of our people who had established their presence in the London heartland in Wembley, Southall and Leicester etc.
I had left standard IX in Baroda High School ( State’s original Maharaja had lived in London) to go to London, where they were doing calculus in Mathematics, which was like being hit with a six. Initially everything went through without absorbing as our foundation was much weaker. We had not even done factorisation in School Maths, which students had completed in London some 3-4 years before my entry. I was behind in each and every subject, except sports.
Although we could speak English since we had studied at the best English medium school in Baroda. Nevertheless, spoken English was much different. Since bulk of the time we spoke in Gujarati at home in India and in London, this problem was overcome Learning French was terribly embarrassing as the wonderful French teacher did her best by asking us to sit right at the front with her so she could devote more time to me. I could feel the acute presence of the rest of the class behind my back watching my predicament and laughing at the huge gap in starting from scratch compared to other students who were undertaking 4th year French lessons.
I had passed with 9 O Levels and 3 A levels at my school before embarking onto a University Life. Out of those 2 O levels subjects were in Hindi and Gujarat. I was quite pleased that I had passed both those subjects without any teachers or lessons at the school as they had no Gujarati or Hindi teachers as the school never had anyone study those subjects, let alone pass them. I had left Baroda High School in my ninth Standard. But, I had sat for these two subjects in London on my own with the Board of University of London.
I took one year off before I went to University. I wanted to have some work experience. I had worked as a porter and then as a ware house assistant at Northwick Park Hospital in Harrow, followed by working at Selfridges in London. I enjoyed this experience and learned the art of selling without selling anything. I was promoted to a section leader in 6 weeks time and earned £ 10 more than others of the same standing. I had served a customer who I did not know at the time was the Chief Executive of Selfridges Ltd. He was so impressed with my service and the fact that he was the head of the departmental store and I did not know of him or his position. Nor did he tell me who he was. I treated him like any other customer whom I would serve. He had telephoned Manager of our department and had asked him to instantly promote me. Then, within few months I was advised that they had bright plans for me at Selfridges and were planning to promote me to an Assistant Manager of our department. But I had made them aware that I was planning to leave in few months time to go to University of London to start my undergraduate studies in Dentistry at University College Hospital Medical School in London. Gordon Selfridges was the first person to start the concept of sales in London in 1906 from my memory.
One of the good things I had learned in London was I had acquired a wide variety of experience in different types of job experiences as we would work during our summer holidays and then go for a holiday. Some of the various work experiences I had acquired were in the field of photography working in Tudor photographic firm, secondly in a factory which made all sorts of imitation Jewellery, as a porter, also in a bread factory at night.
In addition, I had learned how to paint the outside and inside of our house, do all sorts of gardening, then learned Carpentry and plastering. I had all the essential tools which a professional would have in his possession. I read quite widely with both fiction and nonfiction. Earl Stanley Gardner was one of my favourite authors with the Perry Mason series. In between I played a lot of sports like the Squash, badminton (in University, where I had won the doubles championship in the first year ), cricket, swimming and skiing.
I got admission at University of London Hospital Medical and Dental School after an interview with the Dean and two other members of the faculty. I was offered to get three C grades in my A Levels and UCH would accept me. This was quite a remarkable occurrence as the ratio of intake is 20:1 students so one can imagine the competition. Also if they are impressed with someone then they offer lower grades to invite them for the place. I could feel the firm hand of God in all of this as my mother would do her prayers before the interview having firm Faith in God that I would get the admission. I also had offers from others, but, I did not bother with others as I had signalled my acceptance of the offer. The world knows about the University of London not many others spread all over UK even though they may be equally good.
University of London and Postgraduate education:
I had obtained my first degree at University Of London after 5 years. After qualifying at University College Hospital Medical and Dental School in 1982, I had obtained a 2nd degree from the Royal College of Surgeons of England. I had parallely attempted Primary Fellowship Examination at Royal College of Surgeons in Lincolns Inn in London. From memory, I had definitely failed 1 part out of nine parts with the negative marking system. I did not attempt anymore as I was already working part time in London which was also keeping me busy.
2 most important things which helped me in during University and Post graduate years were training in
A& E Experience at Northwick Park Hospital in Harrow
Mount Vernon Hospital of Head, Neck and Trauma and Plastic centre at Northwood in London.
A & E Experience at Northwick Park Hospital in Harrow
was one of the best things I had undertaken and one of the most rewarding experiences of my life. I had enjoyed Surgery more than routine clinical work. I was seriously thinking of studying further to obtain further medical degree. In those days in London, the thinking was that if you wanted to be a Facio-Maxillary Surgeon in Hospital then this qualification would help professional prospects to reach the top Consultant status. I wanted to gain knowledge in all aspects of Accident and Emergency Medicine and surgery. The Consultant in charge of the entire department Mr. Welch was a gem of a person with vast experience and coolness to match his expertise and total mastery in any aspect of emergency.
When I had introduced myself as having trained at University College Hospital in London and wanted to pursue a career in Facio-Maxillary Surgery, I was invited to get all the experience I needed which would help to further my expertise in the field of medicine and surgery. At every available time and opportunity, weekdays and weekends and at evenings and night, in particular Friday evenings was a must attendance. I learned how to take care of virtually any emergency from head to toe with confidence. Putting back eyeballs, stitches any number of them, in any situation, putting back shoulder dislocation or jaw dislocation or handling emergency situation became a second nature.
The luck came in the form of further surgical training at the same A& E department. One day an emergency case of acute appendicitis was brought in through an ambulance. After undertaking clinical examination of the patient, the protocol was to call in the Surgical Registrar to take over the emergency. The Senior Surgical Registrar, who came in and after his examination of the patient, was getting ready for the emergency surgery in the theatre when he mentioned that he had recognised who I was, but, I had failed to recognise him. He was a senior student at my same school—Claremont High School in Harrow, where I had done my basic O Levels and A levels. He remembered he had played cricket under my Captaincy at School Senior Cricket team. I was captain of the school eleven senior Cricket for 3 years.
After further discussion I had explained my desire to learn all aspects of medicine and surgery as I wanted to train in the maxilla –facial surgery. He took me in the surgical theatres and gave me hands on training in all aspects of surgery training which one can only dream about. Having somebody hold your hand and guide you through throughout various surgical procedures does wonders to ones confidence. Knowing where all the arteries, veins and nerves and muscles are in theory is one thing, but, practically, applying the knowledge is something else with blood pouring and a team of staff watching your every move. I felt confident I could handle any given emergency clinical situation. Diagnosing heart problems, emergency cases with acute palpitations and arrhythmias, corrective treatments, etc, etc was invaluable experience.
At that time in London, the general feeling was that since Consultants who were the heads of the individual departments, one had to get on well with the Consultants. There were cases of personality clashes with Consultants where Senior Registrars never made it to the Consultant status. Without a favourable report from the Consultant in charge prospects were not good.
The Consultant in charge of the Facio-Maxillary and Plastic Surgery unit at regional head quarters of North west London was Mr. Gordon Fordyce a teacher at University College London. He was also the head of the British Postgraduate Training Department where suitable clinicians were selected to train newly qualified graduates for 1 year in all aspects of practice life. I was also selected to be the first trainer in our area in London Borough of Acton and Ealing. He let me in to acquire as much training as I needed to help further my cause. I got hands on experience in different aspects of emergency head and neck injuries.
One of the most interesting parts was when the two departments Consultants would interact together with a meeting on how to handle or continue further treatments in complicated trauma, plastic and burns and head injuries. The wealth of experience available was enormous. Some 6 Consultants and further Senior Registrars and Registrars would be present during these meetings when they discussed cases and complications and approach—the concerted team approach was essential. Referrals to Queens Square Neurological Hospitals were an integral part in cases of severe head injuries and internal bleeding. Obtaining valuable experience in Plastic Surgery with the trauma centre was invaluable in daily practice and broadened ones medical and surgical knowledge.
Making obturators so patients could drink liquids and eat food without refluxing from the nose, making prosthetics ears, eyes, new limbs etc was very satisfying to watch, assist and learn. One of the new surgical treatments modalities which had come about then was cases of how titanium implants were being used in Sweden at the Branemark Institute to place in the bones and after leaving them covered for 4-6 months, new bone would grow around them and the implants would become integrated. The strength developed was phenomenal. This company was part of the NobelPharma Company which also came under the Nobel prize wings. This field excited me the most as I enjoyed undertaking something more difficult and complicated cases. At the back of my mind were thoughts that
Quite a few Clinicians careers were ruined with personality clashes despite having every degree in medical and dental fields.
Hospital life carried with it rules and regulations and obligations. I had a strong tendency for independence. I firmly valued the Independence and choosing what I enjoyed. After all, it was my life and I should decide how I work and what I wanted to do.
The Implant Surgery excited my conscious, together with treatment of head and neck, TMJ Joint and back pain. Sweden had documented evidence of over 10 years work of success with Osseo integrated implants. Yet, implants have been placed for long time and Italy and USA too had track record going back some 20-30 years plus.
My quest to acquire knowledge in this field took me all over Europe and USA. Flying to USA every 4-6 weeks was a norm for me for some 18 months. I developed an allergy towards flying as it was the most boring part of the trip in search of excellence. One learned about different cultures present in various countries. This was enjoyable and it made one think why are Germans different from French, who in turn are different from Spanish who are different from English. Artificial boundaries are being eliminated with the concept of the EEC and common Euro and free movement within the member countries.
When I travelled to USA I used to have Swami Vivekananda’s book on Raj Yoga with me and listening to Morari Bapu’s Saint Tulsidas Ramayan from my personal stereo. The long journeys seemed less painful, although when the aeroplanes vibrated with severe turbulences, Hanuman Chalisa was the only thing which I kept on repeating. People say flying is the safest mode of transport or travelling. Yet, when the plane danced sideways as well as top to bottom, one lost all the confidence in flying and I felt it was the most unsafe mode of travelling. Many times I had decided that I would not fly at all and would prefer the ground mode of travelling which is impractical to reach far distances. Turbulences across Canada in wintery conditions with frozen St. Lawrence River and cold north Atlantic drift was a common occurrence.
I belonged to Acton Rotary Club and Ealing and Acton Business Club in London. I was also a member of many societies in UK and USA. My career took on a very nice turn. I was getting messages to come to India. I did not know who was telling me this. Yet, my desire to reach out to India and serve there grew. Every time I saw something nice abroad, I always said in my heart it would be nice if this was available in India or if this was adopted in India. Back of mind was the nagging thought why had India reduced to such abject poverty, without any form of infra structure in place, without proper organisation or control or system. Indians were very clever people and were very successful wherever they went.
From their I branched into the field of Implant Surgery, bone grafting techniques, Maxillary Sinus lifts etc and Migraine and head, neck and back pains and joint pains. This took me all over to Europe to acquire further expertise. Trips to Italy, France were frequent. Paris and Lillie were under taken as they had some clinicians who did some excellent bone grafting techniques. This interacted with Americans trips where I advanced my knowledge and practical skills even more. One particular problem which I had encountered was finding vegetarian food. In Europe, this was a problem everywhere.
I did not like NHS paperwork. I disliked red tape. I liked to do things properly. Even if I stitched, I liked to see a nice clean piece of needle work. Perfection was my goal (even if it was not possible many times in real clinical situations). That is why I elected to do things separately from NHS. Many Pioneer clinicians in London, USA and elsewhere worked on ideas and put them into practice, ideas which did not fit the rule book. These ideas develop the field of science. I wanted to do give something back to UK as my contribution, but, unfortunately, British Postgraduate Medical Federation would not approve of opening an European Implant Referral Centre in London in my practice. They wanted me to take the centre to the hospital which I did not mind but would mean restrictions and more red tape and time was a problem as I did not wish to get stressed up with the traffic problems. May be it was a blessing in disguise. I always wanted to do something in India in the field of Yoga and God. This refusal gave me the chance to reach out to the Highest God and is the inspiration of this book.
Once we were on holiday in Switzerland and Germany and other European Countries. In Germany we had stayed at the beautiful city of Heidelberg. We were so desperate for vegetarian food that the best thing we found to eat was Macdonald’s French fries. I had numerous problems in France with food during holidays or skiing or on postgraduate studies. In Lillie in France we went to a restaurant with the entire group (who had arrived for the advanced Surgery and bone grafting techniques) and were treated to a delicacy of that region. Everybody including all my American colleagues had the same food. I took the first bite in my mouth, but the contents would not pass into the throat and I had felt like spitting it out. Civil and courteous manners meant that on making the enquiry as to what it was, I found it was squid or octopus and it was like eating rubber and chewy. Rest of the meal had to be left undisturbed. Similar problems in were encountered in Spain and USA, although Italian Pizzas were excellent in Sorrento and Rome. Similarly, Greek food was very nice like vegetable Lasanias or Mousakas.
Learning and practising were going parallel in my surgeries in London which I had bought and then consolidated them. I also worked hard to acquire expertise in the field of Migraines and Joint pains and head, neck and back pains which were common with so many patients. This expanded my knowledge into highly specialised areas. I had obtained a 3rd Degree from Royal College of Surgeons of England and was working for the 4 th Degree in the Field of Implant Surgery.
I was invited to write a book for the Quintessence International, which was a German / American Publication. I had made hundreds of slides and was half way through my book when changes occurred in my life which took me somewhere else. I had patients coming from many different countries for treatment and would fly in especially for their treatment from abroad. I had also presented seven programmes for Zee TV in London on variety of medico-dental subjects.
1989 - back in India for a holiday: After coming to London in November 1971, I had returned to India in 1989 for a holiday for a period of 6 weeks with my parents and my wife. Visiting North India and Gujarat was a very enjoyable experience which left a vivid impression in my life.
I felt at home in India. People were so nice and kind. They had few materialistic possessions in life or very little money to sustain their daily living, but, by God they were happy. They had a smile on their face. They had faith in God which was unshakeable. Even the car driver we had hired during our trip in Gujarat, Rajasthan would stop his car at 6pm and light an agarbati or incense for his favourite God or Goddess in the car. This was a novel experience in life. In London, America or Europe no such thing existed. In our home in London, my parents would always light this agarbati in the morning and evening in our Temple. But the Faith depicted by the masses to God was not prevalent anywhere else in the World. After all I had travelled quite extensively in the World. Coming from Kenya, staying in India from 1965-1971, followed by London, Paris, Switzerland, Spain, Greece, Italy and USA one learns different ways of life and some nuances which one is not going to learn staying in one place alone. People were relatively poor, but, there was a degree of inner happiness which I noticed was missing in the west. Indians were also very flexible in life. One just needed to watch a three wheeler tempo running at full throttle, overcrowded with people hanging on by the slip metal bar, but, still plodding on irrespective of any dangers and oblivious of their life being delicately balanced or the buses overloaded to the brim or the trains crowded beyond capacity. None of this would happen in the west as the long arm of the law would not allow any of these activities for the safety of the passengers.
Visiting North India and Gujarat was a very enjoyable experience which left a vivid impression in my life. I felt at home in India. Then I did not know that the Worshipping prevailing in India was blind faith which did not reach God. India was in a state of Tamopradhan i.e. laziness and ego. Then I did not know who the Highest GOD was nor how one can communicate to GOD. It is very easy to relate to someone one can see a picture of, or to a statue in a Temple or at home or one had a vision of a certain God then memory can easily be awakened.
1990/91- Visiting South India
My mind was already made up that I would come back the next year during the same December Christmas period to discover remaining South India. In 1990/91, we returned to India during similar period, with my parents, wife and my eldest brothers family, except this time the trip went from Bombay to Madras ( or Chennai ) and thereafter discovering the South coast. Connemara Hotel was beautiful place in Madras during Christmas.
Mamlapuram, Pondicherry, Trichur, Trichurrpalli, Rameshwaram, Kanyakumari, Madurai, Kovalam beach, Cochin, Periyar Lake resort, Trivenderam etc were thoroughly enjoyable to visit. People in the South were equally nice, if not nicer than elsewhere in India. The roads were much cleaner and people were generally more educated in the South was my personal experience.
A special mention must be made of Kanyakumari. For me Swami Vivekananda’s Memorial was special as I was a firm admirer of Swami Vivekananda’s Raj Yoga approach. Both RamKrishna Paramhansa and Swami Vivekananda are special in Indian philosophy. Here truly was an original thinker who had swam his way from the land of Kanyakumari to the rock and meditated their constantly in search for an answer for India’s problems and Her revival. The answer he got was he will go to America to attend the World Religious Conference in 1892 and spread India’s message of Spirituality and greatness. His Rock Memorial is a meditation room where I enjoyed sitting in quiet contemplation of God.
This Divine message brought memories to my mind. How I used to travel to America, Paris, Italy etc with his book on Raj Yoga and Sant Morari Bapu’s cassettes listening to Ramayan during the flights. A particular similarity was I used to fly to Detroit in USA (where my favourite singer Mukesh had passed away ) in quest of my ongoing postgraduate studies in Implant Surgery, head, neck and back pains etc. Swami Vivekananda had landed in Detroit and initially he had no monies and no one to provide food. I appreciated the difficulties he must have faced and surmounted before he gained recognition in USA, I also appreciated that vegetarian food was a problem in USA.
Chapter 2: Disaster strikes from 1993
A situation arose to help a Mauritian Religious lady who was doing a lot of religious work by way of Havans, Malasand Pujas in people’s houses in London and who had benefited from these Havens as many of their expectations or desires had come to fruition. After my family had visited this lady, one day I was asked to meet her with our family. Generally, I was busy in London with my life and surgeries and postgraduate training and other serious commitments.
My brothers and sisters and other family members had also met her and were impressed with her prayers and havens. Over a period of few months various people in my family had more pujas undertaken by her in all of our houses. The pujas are normally are undertaken by ladies in the house. Then one day I was invited to meet my wife’s relatives, where the Mauritian lady was staying to discuss the situation about helping this religious lady regarding undertaking construction work in her very small Temple which did not have any essential facilities. I was asked if I could assist with the works. Bottom line was there was no proper space inside the very small Temple which needed essential services like water, bathrooms, sleeping accommodation and above all upgrading of the prayer hall. People from London wanted to visit Mauritius and stay at the lady’s Temple as they had heard a lot about Mauritius from the Indian films.
Three of us had volunteered to help with what I shall term it the Temple project. All three of us had decided to go to Mauritius to carry out some sort of preliminary survey about the costing of the project. Some of my relatives and my wife’s relatives had donated some monies for the noble cause—though not enough was donated to kick start the project.
I also believe that once you have decided to assist with a noble cause then there is no point in delaying it any further, after for it was for God’s Abode.
In those days the exchange rate was Rs 20 to a British pound and I had paid the fare of approximately £ 500. My first trip to Mauritius by Air Mauritius was a 12 hour non stop flight. For the first time I read a book by Satya Sai Baba called Divine Visions in my hand during my flight. I did not believe in Satya Sai Baba then even though there was a big movement in London and in north of England in his name.
I do not like flying and being cramped in a small space ever since my frequent flights to USA during my postgraduate studies to Detroit or Chicago etc. I did not like flying because of some very bad flights encountered crossing the north west Atlantic drift winds which we invariably met across Canada and frozen St. Lawrence River. Two types of turbulence is something I do not cherish. During turbulence, flying seems the most un safest mode of transport. The big British Airways jumbos seem like a small toy. Personally, I prefer to have my feet on the ground—at least, it is not a long way to fall. Hanuman Chalisa was a must and the only saviour during bad flights. The concentration and intensity of Hanuman Chalisa would increase leap and bounds, one’s faith would increase 200 % in Bajrang Bali.
The weather was quite beautiful in Mauritius and the natural scenery was a joy to watch. The actual Temple was in a small village known as Fond-Du-Sac which is approximately 20 kms from the Capital Port Louis and that in turn is further 30 kms to the airport at Plaisance in South of Mauritius. The Temple was a very small place where this lady had been undertaking her prayers. This land was also very small, some 17 ft wide by some 30 ft long. There were only 2 small rooms and nothing else or facility, not even any toilet for potential visitors. There was no electricity in the place.
The lady was staying in her mother’s house with her younger brother and bhabhi within 20 yards of the Temple. When mother was alive 12 people stayed happily in the house. Now the younger brother wanted the house all for himself and his wife with one small son. Diwali was approaching. As there was no electricity in the Temple I had done the necessary work with electricity board to have it restored. Diwali was a festival of lights. The small temple had no name. My problem was what to do with the lack of space. One needed some basic breathing space to undertake any sort of construction.
The land adjacent had eldest brother and his wife and children staying and they also did not want her staying in that place. Even worse, I noticed that they were all keen to acquire her small piece of land which was donated by her Mother some 20 years ago. I noticed persecution at its best or worst depending from which angle one perceives it. I had checked the title deed which was in her name, but, it was all in French, so I immediately needed a lawyer to translate the fine details as my French was rusty from the school days.