Once there lived a person in a town, who was known for his noble character and was a Krishna Bhakta. His life was based on pilgrimages, rites and rituals. When he was seventy-two year old, he went to Vrindavan. He was on his journey back home, that suddenly he met an old man, elder to him, sitting under a tree. He was hungry, and asked the person to give him some food. As he was returning from a pilgrimage, he offered the packed food he had. The man was happy, and when he finished the meals, he asked him the name of the Guru, under whom was taking guidance. The person replied that he didn’t have a Guru. The old man gazed at the skies and asked for forgiveness from Lord, for he had accepted the food from a person, who was not guided by a Guru. Those words shook him inside out. He introspected his character, and resumed his journey back home. He was lost in analyzing the secrets of the words of the elderly. He reached his house.
After taking the bath and having the supper, he moved towards his bed, for taking some rest. Suddenly, few sacred words ventured his ears. His grand daughter-in-law was read some scripture. He was delighted by the words and felt blissful. He went to the girl and asked about the scripture. The girl replied that she was reading the words of Guru Angad Dev Ji. The person inquired about Guru Ji‘s address and identity. The girl reflected that He was her father’s relative. Next day, he went to meet the noble soul. as he entered the house, he saw a light suspended in the air, and also heard a voice, which was welcoming him. He was puzzled searching the source of the sound. He rubbed his eyes, doubting his visual acuity. Guru Ji laughed and asked him to see. Then, he could see the form. He fell at the divine feet of the Guru, at His sudden appearance. He pleaded to Guru Ji to accept him as his disciple. Guru Angad Dev Ji nodded in yes.
From that day onwards, he used to wake up at four in the morning, go to the river to fetch water from the river, collected firewood for fire and prepared warm water for his Guru. He served Him in the ways he could. Guru Angad Dev Ji didn’t utter a word and continued observing His new disciple.
One dawn, he was returning from the river with the pot of water. Suddenly, his foot stuck with a rock and he fell on the ground, with the water pot and a banging sound resonated in the village. The villagers emerged from the houses, for knowing the source. A couple emerged as well. They commented on him, with abusive words and left. Soon, all the villagers began mumbling about him, giving evil looks. But, he was unstirred from all responses. He was not moved, as he was, when he met the elderly man. The comments flooded in the village like a forest fire, and even Guru Angad Dev Ji became aware about the notions prevailing. But, He remained silent. That was the time when Guru Angad Dev Ji had to leave the physical abode. Budah Sahab was invited. Guru Angad Dev Ji communicated his notions and wished that ‘the person’ should be coronated after him. Though he was seventy-eight years old, but the qualities of detachment and self-control blossomed in him, to the fullest, which made him capable to become the Guru. Though the children of Guru Anagd Dev Ji were annoyed by the decision, but they were left without options. When Guru Angad Dev Ji left the abode, he was coronated, and was asked to serve the world, from another town, to face lesser troubles from the four children. But, they were the true souls as well. The ‘person’ was no other than Guru Amar Das Ji.
He took care of the throne, till he was ninety-nine years old. His successor was also not a blood successor, but a potter, whose simplicity was as beautiful as a lotus. He was