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              Sri Kasturi 
              How Kasturi received his name 
              (From the book "Loving 
              God" by Kasturi) 
              'On the twelfth 
              morning of my life, a label was attached to me amidst a great deal 
              of religious noise. My father saw me for the first time only then, 
              when he came to name me. The name which has stuck to me ever since 
              was an ancient one, much the brighter, because it was borne by a 
              series of grandfathers. The rule was that the first son must be 
              named by the father after his own father. So, I was given by 
              father the name his father bore .... My first son was named 
              Narayana by me, because that was the name my father had .... 
              Father took me from mother's hands and sat on the floor facing the 
              family shrine with me on his lap. He prayed to God to bless the 
              name and help me to add some more fragrance to it. The he raised 
              me by the shoulders to his face and whispered thrice in my right 
              ear a long string of strange sounds, by which I was to be known 
              thereafter. It was a nine-syllabled rodomontade (ranting talk). I 
              had tumbled into the Brahmin caste and so, the last two syllables 
              had to be Sharma, 
              symbolising that status. The rest of the name, 
              Kasturiranganatha 
              indicated, neither the God idolised in my village nor the God 
              installed on the Seven Hills. It denoted God, as adored by 
              millions in Tamilnadu, installed in a reclining posture, on a 
              multi-hooded many coiled serpent and described by that name as "musk-dot 
              adorned". Kasturi means 'musk', 'ranga' means 'stage', and 'natha' 
              means 'director' or 'master'. The temple of "Ranganatha with the 
              Kasturi dot" is situated on an island, called Sri Ranga (The 
              Stage), in the Kaveri River, formed by it while half-way from the 
              Mysore Plateau to the Bay of Bengal. 
              
                ... The substance 
                called musk is valued as a precious perfume. Since it is also 
                dark in color, a dot of musk between the brows serves to ward 
                off the evil eye. It was preferred by nobles and princesses over 
                cheaper contrivances. The brow of the idol at Srirangam was 
                marked with the Kasturi dot, for nothing less could satisfy the 
                devout worshippers. The name "Director of the Stage" reminds us 
                that 'All the world is a stage'. God directs the cosmic play, 
                unaffected Himself. he reclines magnificently on terror and 
                poison, with His head on a pillow of calm. His will achieves and 
                motivates. The Katha Upanishad declares, "Seated, He journeys; 
                reclining, He is everywhere". 
               
              Kasturi 
              Ranganatha Sharma was too long a word to be uttered in full, 
              every time I was spoken of or to. The caste symbol 'Sharma' could 
              be painlessly amputated. The rest symbol too had to be curtailed, 
              but, the problem was, head or tail? My grandfather was accosted 
              and referred to, by all who had to deal with him, only as 
              Ranganatha, and for the daughter-in-law (my mother) to mouth the 
              name of the father-in-law was taboo! So, the second half had to be 
              jettisoned. The result was, I came to be known as the fragrant 
              animal substance used for 'dotting' the Divine Brow. 
              
                I could stand with 
                folded hands in the presence of the "Kasturi Ranganatha" only in 
                my 70th year! It came about through Baba's Grace. Friends 
                invited me to a town called Tirupur to speak on Baba, on the 
                24th day of December. And Baba directed me to go. But, I longed 
                to spend Christmas Day with Baba, since it reminded me of my 
                entry into the world stage. I asked permission to go over from 
                Tirupur to Srirangam and worship Him in the Ranganatha, 
                reclining on the serpent. The serpent, Baba says, is symbolic of 
                pollution, poison and death and God is pictured as overwhelming, 
                quietening and mastering these evil traits. Baba said, "Yes. Go 
                to Sri Rangam and eat your fill of sweet rice". The reference to 
                sweet rice did not surprise me. Years previous, when we were 
                proceeding to Madras, Baba, as was his wont, asked every single 
                person in the car to sing for Him a song. My genes had no music 
                among their components but I had to obey, nevertheless. Memory 
                brought up for me a song I had heard a clown sing during a play 
                I chanced to attend while at school. it was a prayer to Shiva 
                for a morsel of sweet rice, wrung out of a hungry onlooker at a 
                feast conspicuously consumed by the rich. Baba must have 
                discovered that my subconscious had hooked up this particular 
                lilt, for the reason, that I myself had an unfulfilled hunger 
                for this dish, deep within me! He decided to remove that pang at 
                Srirangam on my 70th birthday. 
               
              I was thrilled when 
              I stood before the shrine and filled my eyes and heart with the 
              entrancing vision of the 20 foot idol, stretched on the coils of a 
              seven-hooded serpent excluding captivating icono-charm. To my eyes, 
              the Feet, the upraised soles were not of dark green stone as the 
              rest of the Divine Body was. They were alabaster with a shade of 
              blue. They were soft, tender, fair, familiar, alive; they were 
              Baba's! I removed myself away from the portals of the shrine with 
              great reluctance. Sweet rice was, I believed, the routine offering 
              at Ranganatha shrine but that day, we were given only laddus and 
              muruks.  
              We had one more 
              temple to visit on that holy island - a famous Shiva temple with 
              the sacred Jambu Tree. When we moved out of that temple, the 
              priest ran behind us, to announce that it was specially sacred day 
              when "Sweet rice was offered to the deity." This was welcome news 
              indeed. He insisted on our turning back into the temple. He made 
              us squat on the clean floor to the right of the shrine; he spread 
              banana leaves before us and served sizable heaps of the dish Baba 
              had asked me to 'eat my fill'.' 
              Reminiscence of 
              Professor Kasturi 
              Sri Kasturi was born 
              on Christmas Day 1897. Swami jokingly called him 'the 97 model'. 
              Naming the year of production was the way antique automobiles were 
              identified. He passed away on 14 August 1987 and was cremated on 
              the banks of Chitravathi on the 15th. He was 90. He had made it 
              easy for us to remember by coming among us on a Christmas Day and 
              leaving us on India's Independence Day anniversary (India attained 
              Independence at midnight on 14-15 August 1947). Kasturi served 
              Swami for 40 years and lived those 40 years in Independent India. 
              Talking about 
              Kasturi, I told V.K. Narasimhan (Kasturi's deputy editor and later 
              the editor of Sanathana Sarathi) that Kasturi was Swami's Hanuman. 
              VKN corrected me, 'No. No. You are wrong. Kasturi was Swami's 
              Vyasa'. VKN told me that Swami asked him to write a tribute on 
              Kasturi in SS (see below) - a rare expression of Swami's Grace. 
              Apart from Swami rushing to Kasturi's hospital bedside at the time 
              of his last moments and giving him vibhuthi, another rare blessing 
              was Swami getting Kasturi to write his autobiography 'Loving God' 
              and Swami launching it on Christmas Day 1982, in his presence, on 
              his 85th birthday, 5 years before his death . On that occasion, 
              without prior notice, Swami had asked VKN to speak on Kasturi. VKN 
              spoke for 5 minutes, after that Swami had whispered into VKN's 
              ears, 'Very good, very good'. In that day's Christmas discourse 
              Swami said, "Whom does God seek? He looks for a sincere, selfless, 
              steady devotee. Besides, He seeks an ideal son who can be held 
              before mankind as an example and an inspiration. Such persons have 
              become extremely rare nowadays" (SSS vol. XV, ch. 59). I like to 
              think that Swami found that 'rare person' in Kasturi. 
              'Loving God' is not 
              only Kasturi's life story. It is the story of God and jiva, Guru 
              and sadhaka, the story of Swami making Kasturi an exemplary 
              instrument in His avataric mission, an inspiration to humankind. 
              It is a message for all. That is probably why Swami got Kasturi to 
              write it.  
              In my monologues 
              with Swami, I thanked Him several times for Kasturi's 
              multi-facetted seva, for Him and for us. Today again, I join GR to 
              think kindly of Kasturi. May he be Well and Happy, at His Feet or 
              wherever he is! Loka(s) Samastha(s) Sukhino Bhavanthu! - May all 
              the beings in all the worlds be happy. 
              
               Please 
              see his photo taken by GR and posted in the Files area of Sai 
              Discourses. Swami also took Kasturi's photo once. It is a very 
              funny story and one, as is usual with Swami, with a very profound 
              spiritual message. I leave you to read it in Kasturi's own 
              inimitable language in 'Loving God' and learn/re-learn the message 
              that Swami conveyed to us at Kasturi's expense. Before that see 
              the Appreciation written by late V.K. Narasimhan (Editor) and 
              published in Sanathana Sarathi, September 1987, p. 260. 
              Unto Sai a 
              Witness 
              "Death is the 
              denouement of the drama of life," wrote Prof. Kasturi in 1981. 
              That denouement came to him on August 14 at noon, a few minutes 
              after Bhagavan Baba saw him in the Sathya Sai Hospital at 
              Prasanthi Nilayam. He was 90. 
              Bhagavan Baba, who 
              was overseeing a students' rehearsal in the College Auditorium, 
              abruptly stopped it at 11.30 a.m. and went straight to the 
              Hospital. Reaching the bedside of Prof. Kasturi, Swami called him: 
              "Kasturi!". Prof. Kasturi opened his eyes for a moment and looked 
              at the Lord. Bhagavan materialized vibhuti and placed it in 
              Kasturi's mouth. Kasturi closed his eyes and a serene peace 
              enveloped him. Swami told those at the bedside to do Namasmarana. 
              An hour later his spirit merged in the Lotus Feet of the Lord. 
              Streams of devotees paid their last respects to him at the 
              hospital. 
              The next morning his 
              mortal remains were cremated on the bed of the Chitravathi river.  
              For over forty years 
              he rendered devoted service to Bhagavan as writer, editor, 
              companion and tireless propagator of Swami's life and message. 
              Millions of devotees all over the world got acquainted with 
              Bhagavan's life and teachings through the four volumes of "Sathyam 
              Sivam Sundaram" (on the life of Bhagavan) and the 11 volumes of 
              "Sathya Sai Speaks", besides the Vahini series. 
              Prof. Kasturi was a 
              witness to the innumerable miracles of Swami and he could bear 
              authentic testimony to the glory and magnificence of the Avatar as 
              few others could. He had traveled with Bhagavan all over India. 
              Vivid accounts of his intimate experiences with Swami are given in 
              his autobiography, "Loving God," which was released by Swami on 
              Christmas day in 1982. 
              Kasturi continued to 
              work right upto his last illness, giving of his best to "Sanathana 
              Sarathi," which Swami launched in 1957 with Kasturi as Editor. 
              After 1982 Kasturi 
              brought out two books, one on the Lord's mother "Easwaramma," and 
              the other on the essence of Swami's message in a book entitled "Prasanthi".  
              It could be truly 
              said of Kasturi: "Of such is the Kingdom of Heaven". - Editor. 
              August 14 to be 
              understood as August 14, 1987. 
              
                
              Collection of 
              photo's gathered by N. Kasturi 
              out of his book "Loving God" 
              - Eighty five years under the Watchful Eye of The Lord 
              
                
              'My Mother at 75'   
              
                
              'Myself and Wife Anointing Avatar on Advent Day'   
              
                
              'Carrying Sunshade over 'Sun' '   
              
                
              'With the Lord on Kashmir Hills'  
              
                
              'Holding beholding Vibhuthi Wonder'  
              
                
              'Holding beholding Vibhuthi Wonder'  
              
                
              'The Translator stands corrected'  
              
                
              'Sand as Sr? Krishna' 
              
                
              'Bh?gavatam Recital - Kerala' 
              
                
              'Portrait Unveiling' - at Bukkapatnam' 
              
                
              'Each hair can bear a nation's woe' - Poet's Meet - 1964 
              I'm reading the above line' 
              
                
              'Toward Badrinath - 1961' 
              
                
              'When He first drew me to Himself - 1948' 
              
                
              'He looks at His own Portrait - 1967 
              
                
              'He clicked at His empty chair' 
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