Over the week I collected a handful of sedatives from various pharmacies. In utter desperation I decided to end this wretched life. My family was not of much help to me and I felt I was more of a liability rather than an asset to them. The doctor had prescribed some antacids and sedatives upon my discharge. When I overheard this, my spirit was completely shattered, and I was sent home. However, the doctor in charge asked the superintendent to discharge me, saying, “Why kill the poor boy in this hell? Let him go home and die peacefully.” In the hospital I was fortunate to receive two square meals. I was admitted in the Government Victoria Hospital where they treated me for a few days. The food deprivation and the state of near starvation had taken its toll on my health.ĭue to hyper acidity my intestines were riddled with multiple ulcers which was confirmed on the X-rays. When I was in the 2nd year of college, my health was in shambles. However, I continued my education, and graduated from school and joined college. My mother, who used to live like a queen with numerous servants to serve her, was now cooking food in different homes as and when opportunities arose. Whenever I came home and handed the Rupee to my mother, she would cry. My job was to sort out ten thousand lined sheets per week, and to discard the sheets that didn’t have straight lines.įor this I was paid one Rupee per week. The owner, knowing our plight, gave me the job against his will, as I would not accept alms. I decided to take up some job, and I started working in a printing press that belonged to my father’s friend. Promise me that come what may, even if we may have to hungry for long periods of time, we will never ever beg.”Īt that time, I was only eight years old. She said, “Now we are in deep trouble because of father’s death. On one occasion my eldest sister made us sit and explained our plight. I had two elder brothers, and one elder and one younger sister. More often than not we had to go to bed hungry. My mother who fed so many poor Brahmin boys was unable to provide a square meal for her children. Vishkanta recalls, “The following years were riddled with hardship. His mother was unable to make both ends meet. Vishakanta’s father passed away, life was extremely difficult. Life is never a bed of roses, and after Prof. Those who chant my name repetedly, I will protect them always.Sai Baba
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