In 1996 and in my first job. Barely had I settled into the Times of India as a rookie in marketing when my boss came upto me with a not-so-strange-request. He wanted admission for another colleague’s son who had just been transferred to Bangalore. My clients were educational institutions in Bangalore and with a subtle threat that my progress would depend on whether I was successful in this venture or not.
I was terrified. This was sometime in August-September. All admissions in all schools were closed. Getting an admission even if you had all the contacts was practically impossible. I was very depressed. I went to my scooter mechanic just to organise my thoughts. Jagannath Auto Garage is a one-man operation. Mr.Jagannath the proprietor appears more like a sage than a mechanic. There is a spiritual aura in his garage. Devotional songs are always played. Incense sticks are always burnt, and he is very sincere in his work. I found a lot of peace just going there and spending some time with him.
Looking at me, Jagannath suddenly asked me, ‘are you religious?’ I muttered something to the effect that I prayed occassionally. He told me, ‘I will give you a mantra, chant it at least 4000 times and whatever you want will be given to you. Go about your usual work but keep chanting it in your mind. Don’t keep count, but you will know when you get your result.’
Charanam Sharanam Ramambike
Charanam Sharanam Thrayambake
For a drowning man a piece of floating wood is a god send. A life line. I started my scooter and started chanting the mantra. As I chanted I could feel a new energy within me. My worry disappeared. It was a great moment. I did something strange. I chanted with all my senses. I allowed the mantra to take me wherever it had to. I was riding the vehicle and there was peak traffic all around me. I was not conscious of anything. (I don’t think that till date I have chanted as deeply as I had chanted that day). I didn’t know where I was driving. I found that the vehicle was being steered towards Indiranagar area. I knew now which school I had to approach.
It was a public school in Indiranagar run by a couple. The husband was a stern man. I entered his room chanting in mind all the while. When I shared with him that I wanted an admission, he sighed and before he could speak, the phone rang. This was his conversation, ‘how many times have I told you that there is no admission. You may have the minister’s recommendation letter, but can I put a separate bench for your son outside the classroom? It is too late. Nothing can be done. Let your son study wherever till next year. Next year we can see. Please don’t disturb me now..Okay’.
Listening to this conversation my spirit was crushed. He kept the phone down and looked at me. ‘See, it is very tough sitting in this chair. So many people keep calling regarding admissions. Okay! so you wanted admission. Do one thing bring the boy’s father tomorrow and meet me.’
I couldn’t believe my ears. This was magic. Incredible! I wanted to dance. Sing. Celebrate.
I don’t know what the Divine Mother did to convince him. But that boy’s parents including my boss were happy and relieved. As for me, my stock in my company went up after this incident. No one had really expected me to succeed. For me, it was the beginning of a wonderfully spiritually enlightening journey. My life looked up. Thank you Mother.
Jai Matha.