Become an Ideal Person
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Wales, United Kingdom. 1980.
Today at the breakfast table, I commented to some Margis:
Perhaps I have a special blessing from Baba. In the 9 years I’ve been working for Ananda Marga, I’ve never missed a train, bus or plane. Even when I arrive at the station late, the trains and buses in those cases are also late.
What’s the explanation for this, Dada?
Well, it’s surely not my own power. If I weren’t working for dharma (righteousness). I’d miss the bus just like anybody else. Simply speaking, the Cosmic Force protects those who serve It.
How about some more apple pie, Dadaji?
Sure, thanks
But, Dada, there’s no time for more pie now. Your train for Liverpool leaves in just 20 minutes.
No problem.
I ate the pie at a leisurely pace.*
Superphysics Note
We left after about 10 minutes. Since we were late, Karun drove me by motorcycle as fast as he could.
Still, we arrived 1 minute past the scheduled departure time. We sat down on the platform to wait for the late train.
Five minutes passed in pleasant conversation. Then as one lady walked by, I asked:
Excuse me, do you know how late the train to Liverpool is?
It’s not late. It came on time and left on time
I was shocked.
What? How can that be?
I think it’s not unreasonable, sir
Dada, there’s always a first time, you know. I told you not to eat that pie.
No! [jumping up] There must be a way. Excuse me again
[running after the same lady] Do you know any other way to Liverpool? I’ve got to be there by 6:00 this evening for a lecture.
Well, my husband sometimes takes a morning bus to Liverpool. But that’s surely left by now.
We have to try! Where does it go from?
It leaves about 7 kilometers from here. Straight down that road. But I tell you, it’s already too late.
Thanks! Let’s go, Karun!
I pulled Karun onto the motorcycle. Even as we rode off, he protested at the futility of it.
I tell you, that pie did you in, Dada. Apple pie yanked you off the path of Dharma!
About 3 kilometers down the road, we spotted a bus on the side of the road.
Stop the bike!
I ran to the bus. and leapt inside.
Is this bus going to Liverpool?
The driver had his head underneath the steering wheel, and was trying to see something.
Don’t bother me, buddy
Please, just tell me, are you going to Liverpool?
We will, damn it, if this bus ever gets going again.
I laughed.
Don’t worry. I’m sure it will start soon.
Just as I said that, he turned the key and the engine roared.
As the bus drove off, I stuck my head out the window.
Thanks for the pie!
Karun yelled at me:
You lucky stiff!
Ten days later. Oslo, Norway.
I was busy until late last evening, reviewing the meditation lessons of a few Margis. Abaniish knocked on my door.
You’re going to miss your train to Stockholm, Dada.
I never miss. Don’t worry.
By and by, I got ready. Once in the car, Abaniish drove like mad. When we arrived at the station, Abaniish and the other Margis jumped out and ran. I walked.
Dada, hurry up!
Baba will take care
But just as the platform came in sight, the train pulled away.
I stood there flabbergasted.
Dada, why didn’t you run?
There’s no time for talk now. Where’s the next stop?
Well, Lillestrom. But it’s too far away. It’d be out of the question to try and catch up with the train.
I don’t care! We’ve got to make it.
I ran toward the car. Abaniish laughed, and came after me slowly. When he finally got to the car, he said.
There’s no way, Dada. Just admit you missed it.
But I insisted, so reluctantly he drove. All the way to Lillestrom he kept saying:
This is crazy. It’s impossible! We’re just wasting our time.
But I pushed him to drive faster.
25 minutes later, as we came near the Lillestrom station, we saw the train also approaching.
I can’t believe it! It’s like a movie!
As the car screeched in, I threw the door open, sprinted to the train, and jumped in, out of breath.
Then, anti-climactically, the train remained there for a few minutes. The Margis jogged up, clapping their hands.
Congratulations, Dada. Any parting remarks for the fans?
Yes. Though we Dadas may not have to worry about catching our trains, it’s still better to arrive early.
Due to their laughter, perhaps they didn’t hear me add. “I got your message. Baba. Twice in ten days is enough.”