Shri K.L. Moza was appointed as a lecturer in
Physics in S. P. College, Srinagar in 1965.
the river bund nearby there existed the office of
the J&K Minerals Ltd. In his free time Prof.
Moza usually went there to relax in the cool
breeze with his known people and have a cup of
one such occasion, on the completion of their
official work the whole party sat at ease
comfortably around a table. Busy in random talks
verging on boisterousness at times, the party had
forgotten all their woes and worries of this
mundane world. Slowly and steadily at the moment,
stepped up, in long strides, Swami Nand lal Ji and
party. All of a sudden like a flash of lightening
they entered into the room. The busy party inside
could not but stand up in reverential surprise and
Ji went round, applying redlead (sindhoor tika on
the forehead of one and all those present in the
room, leaving alone Prof. Moza. Swami Ji left out
as suddenly as the party had stepped into the
up silence was broken, by whispering waves that
filled the air all around the table. Light and
serious whispers surcharged the atmosphere. A
pleasant wave of satisfaction echoed from the four
walls. The employees as a whole were happy at the
supposed honour predicting the so-called good luck
for them on account of the applying of redlead to
a lonely, brooding soul, Shri Moza looked aghast
and grim like a habitual introvert. He shivered
from inside from the fright of something woeful
befalling upon him in the near future. He fretted
and fumed with terrible dread.
of the otherwise jolly employees caught sight of
his abject condition and smelled the rot in him.
For Shri Moza the lone member in the party who did
not have a tilak applied to his forehead by the
Swami Ji he felt something wrong was in store for
him. A hush of silence overtook the atmosphere in
sympathy for him. Moza Sahib was consoled and
accompanied back home after they had washed their
passed on and one fine day the government headed
by Mr. G.M. Sadiq ordered the closure of the
J&K Minerals Ltd. The employees were rendered
unemployed. Prof. Moza, being freshly
appointed lecturer, was spared as he did not
belong to the J&K Minerals Department.
interpretation of the incident turned out to be
quite the reverse what they had thought it meant!
secret of In and Out
winter comes, can spring be far behind?
Shri V.N. Tiku's old father Shri Harishwar Nath Tiku
was a house-hold saint. Shri V.N. Tiku was a
government servant but a saint in the making. Both
lived together in a saintly family in their own
house at Malik Bagh in Zaindar Mohalla, Srinagar,
Kashmir. They usually sat, as many Kashmiris do,
on the windows looking into sky, the streets and
the compound around.
day during winter months Swami Ji passed that way.
They saw him at a distance. On approaching their
house, Swami Ji pushed an old follower of his into
the compound of the house of Tiku Sahib and then
pulled him out. He repeated the process several
times, pushing him in and out before he and
his party went on the usual ramble around the
streets. Both Shri H.N. Tiku and his son V.K. Tiku
were watching the activities of Swami Ji.
Shri H.N. Tiku pondered over the incident, introspected
and brooded over the incident throughout the
night. He interpreted it in his own mind and felt
that some thing bad was going to happen to the
family sooner or later. Next day he asked all the
members of the family to stay at home for the day.
Obedience was spontaneous. The family engaged
itself in usual domestic chores, had their
breakfast after morning prayers and lunch as
usual. The family sat together and engaged
themselves in an informal chat which verged on to
religio- philosophical discussions. Shri H.N. Tiku
yawned and asked for water in a weak stammering
overwhelming atmosphere of silence overtook the
happy discussions. A cup of water was quickly
offered to the revered father. He tried to grasp
it in his shivering hands but could not. Noticing
the contents spilling out of cup, Shri V.N. Tiku
helped his father to drink water. But Shri H.N.
Tiku turned pale. Shri V.N. Tiku rested his father
who was heavily gasping for breath in his lap.
alas! The saintly Tiku went to eternal sleep in
his son's lap never to rise again.
dawn of the spring
time after, but not on any very far off date,
Swami Nand Lal Ji and party again appeared
on the scene. They entered the compound of
Sari V.N. Tiku's Malik Bagh residence at Zaindar
Mohalla, Srinagar with a few small bags and load
Shri Tiku, the younger saint in the making, was again
sitting on the window as usual. Swami Ji filled
the bags with paper and hurled these into the
house one by one. On the completion of the task,
Swami Ji left for his destination along with with
his party. Shri V.K. Tiku watched the whole scene
with mixed feelings of apprehension and frightful
foreboding. He too, like his late father asked all
to stay back at home, the next day.
up silence in subdued sobs overwhelmed the family.
Mixed interpretations of good as well as bad
events to come, however, kept the inmates under
control and in a confusion. There was anxiety as
well as fear in every body's mind. All too
unexpectedly, the next day, there was knocking at
the door at noon time. Fearing the foreboding of
the previous incident someone from the family
asked in a hoarse trembling voice "Who is it
knocking at the door" ? "It is a
messenger from the secretary's office. Is Tiku
Sahib inside" ? came the reply. A messenger
from the higher office of the concerned department
was waiting at the door. Slowly moving with shaky
steps came down a member of the family to open the
door to the visitor.
Babu Ji. Is Tiku Sahib here ? The secretary ( of
the department ) has sent for him just now. He has
deputed me in his car to take Tiku Sahib along for
consultation on some important matters
immediately. Please ask him to accompany me just
now ", said the messenger.
Sahib accompanied the messenger in compliance with
the call of duty. An atmosphere of suspense
clouded the family for the whole day till Tiku
Sahib returned late in the evening with smiling
face. There after, Tiku Sahib had to deal with all
the important files in the department in a higher
Swami Ji by throwing bundles of paper into the
house had prophesied the heavy work load and
reposnsibility for Mr. Tiku and all the anxieties
of the family over the incident and behavior of
Swami Ji were gone.
devout Muslim admirer, a driver, of Swami Ji at
Karan Nagar, Srinagar, owned a dilapidated rickety
car condemned to confinement of his garage except
for limited movement in secluded and comparatively
isolated road side of Srinagar suburb.
day while the Swami Ji was holding an audience in
the assembly hall of the devotee some highly
placed intellectuals surrounded by others
were busy painting maps of India and Swami Ji was
in conversation with a top ranking Muslim admirer.
The author heard the said driver whispering
something to some of those sitting by his side.
Quite visibly he narrated an amazing anecdote
thus: "Once Swami Ji sent a message to me for
an urgent meeting. I rushed to him without delay
expecting some urgency of work. I entered the
assembly hall and sat among the audience. Soon
after Swami Ji said in his usual manner of
addressing the concerned in a general way,
"One has to go for flying trip to Delhi by
road. Let us reach there, the day after
tomorrow." Pointing specifically towards me,
he asked me to get ready with full quota of petrol
for the return journey. " I pleaded with him
that my car was dilapidated and rickety. It lay
dumped in the garage".
Never mind take this money and store enough petrol
to cover the whole distance from here to Delhi and
back", Swami Ji said.
and dumb founded though I was, I ventured not to
insist on the actual and factual position of my
car. Accepting the money in fright of the
consequences and foreboding fatal accident
somewhere during this hazardous alpine journey, I
returned back to him on the stipulated date and
time to pack up; though trembling in fear of a
major collapse of all of us.
his narration the driver said "The wheels
rotated and the car plied up and down on the
zig-zag mountains of Jammu and thence on the
plains on way to Delhi. I was quite surprised not
only to find the car moving smoothly all the way
but also to discover that where as all the
vehicles were stopped for check up for different
purposes, our car remained uninterrupted
throughout the whole journey from Srinagar to
Delhi and back".
was Swami Ji's spiritual power and magnetism.
Mr. Qasb's family has been a veritable saintly
family in Srinagar. Naturally it has
remained a hub of a many saints, Sadhus, peers and
faqueers for long. One such holy man had made
their house as one of his sanctuaries. The author
knows at least three of them in the city. May be
there had been some more such sanctuaries of his
in a free informal talk Prof. Brij Nath narrated
some very interesting experiences of his with
Swami Nand Lal Ji to the author. He began
one of his experiences thus: " One winter
when we were at Delhi home of our business, my
father and I decided to go for a trip to Uttar
Pradesh. On a Sunday morning we left home in our
car and plied to our destination in U.P.
After a few hours when we were travelling in a
comparatively lonely terrain on the way I sighted
a bullock- cart moving sluggishly forward at a
distance. I, on going ahead, sighted a queerly
dressed tall, thin man with an odd look and a belt
round his waist. He was holding a long staff in
his right hand and a bundle of papers in his left
hand sitting by the side of the cart driver. I did
clearly recognise him from the side. It was Swami
Nand Lal Ji.
my father's attention towards the bullock cart
saying, 'My father, Swami Ji is there on the
bullock cart sitting on the left hand side of the
cart driver. What a wonderful thing it is to have
his august darshan during this secluded journey of
ours in this serene silence of nature
in its glorious verdure and scenic beauty.' Quick
came daddy's confirmation in surprise, saying '
How fortunate we are to get his golden chance to
pay our obescience to him at such a far-off place
from home. Let us be quick to pick him up and
carry him along on our trip.'
I directed my car driver to speed up and move
towards the bullock cart. Moving ahead of the
bullock cart, I parked the car on one side.
Alighting from the car we walked on to pay our
respects to Swami Ji and pick him up in our car.
But when we reached the bullock cart, Swami Ji
disappeared, all too suddenly or may be, he was
still here by the side of the cart driver but
quite invisible to both of us. " What a
strange experience !
and son had found an oasis in the desert but it
proved simply a mirage in the dreary expanse of
the burning sand of a Sahara desert of North
Africa, so to say.
it be a mirage or a hallucination; one cannot say.
the author can say with confidence that it was not
so. Knowing the saintly background of the whole
family and their mutual reverence and respect for
the Swami Ji, one can say with confidence and firm
faith that it was their devotion and Bhakti that
made Swami Ji bless them with his august Darshan
on the way to keep them in good humour and make
their journey safe and sound.
is most probable that he wanted to ensure them of
his presence all along their way whether
they felt so or not. As for their desire to have
him physically accompany them, Swami Ji could
never stand in the way of freedom of movement and
choice of his admirers and devotees. He did not
want to disturb the programme of the father and