This is a story from the life of Tajuddin Baba, who lived in Nagpur, a city in India. In colonial India, a law bound the people to cover their bodies with clothing, head to toe. But, the metaphysical entities cannot be chained by laws or norms. Once the being realizes His Original Being and the passions perish, then perceptions of flagrant body and mind minimizes to zero. The need of covering the useless extensions appears futile. Even, the pseudo-personality being imposed by the clothes causes pain to the saints. This may appear supernatural in this present era of imposters, but this has happened in this Kaliyuga. White and saffron robes are considered as the robes of fraudsters. But, there was a time when the antiquity of the robes existed. Let us come to the story directly.
He was a seer who randomly wandered in the streets, naked, lost in Divine madness. The true Indians were aware of the tenets owned by Him. But, the police sapoys (sipahi in colonial English culture, a soldier) grumbled about Him to the police commissioner. The chief was the white. He could not bear the traitorous acts of Baba. As months passed in his reign, the acts wounded him inside out, his patriotic character was being hammered daily. He made plans to catch the culprit and wished to chain Him till the His last breathe. He could catch Baba one day. The sapoys tied Him, cuffed His wrists and limbs, and the neck was looped in a manacle. He was thrown behind tight bars, with strong security system, with several guards patrolling at the door. Baba Ji was unmindful to captivity. As the guards tied Him, He left the chains latched, and moved out of the locker without any physical violence, dancing in ecstasy. The guards were horrified. They tried to catch the feather-like being but in vain. The chief was boiling in anger. He made grand modes-operandis to catch Him, but could not. Few qualified Indians tried to convince him about the mystic powers of the sage and warned him not to bother Him. But, grand ‘english’ ego was not ready to bow down.
After some days, the chief called upon a woman, who was called characterless, and ordered her to go to the isle where the seer resided. The chief and few trusted sapoys went near the bank of the river and viewed the scene on the island with glasses. The woman rowed a boat to the island and stood before Babaji. She saw a little baby, playing with sand, and laughing merrily. A pure motherly love arose in her, and she went near Him, and began serving Him as her own son. She cleaned Him, gave Him a bath, prepared food for Him, served Him. He rejoiced in motherly love, and hailed “mother, mother,….”. The spies on the other side of the river were left dumbfounded. They could not drop to conclusions over supernatural occurrences. After some time, She went into the transcendental state of Eternity, the samadhi. The happy quivering motions on the island ceased; Baba Ji disappeared and She was left in the lotus posture, with Her eyes locked at the glabella, stiff as a ramrod and a magnificent aura emanated from Her personality. The chief and some guards went to the island. The preternatural posture of the lady frightened them. Her pulse and respiratory rates were zero, but Eternal vibrations in Her aura denoted a “deeper life” manifesting within. Despite untiring efforts of the soldiers to awaken Her, She didn’t move a bit. Fear numbed their minds, and they were forced to spend the night on the island, amidst the nocturnal creatures. Trembling in terror, they spent the night.
At early dawn, they saw a light in the river, and a figure emerged out of the waters. He was Baba Ji. He sprinkled few drops of water at Her face, and enunciated “Mother, Mother,…”. The lady woke up from Her state and soon merged with the ball of light, and disappeared into Eternal Ecstasy. Looking at the chief, Baba Ji smiled. Drooped in shame, the chief asked for deep apologies and left the place, and promised to never bother Him again.
Baba Ji roamed on the streets, insanely. People saw Him sometimes as hundred clones, identical to Him, wandering; sometimes in solitary wilderness, and sometimes as twins twirling in the colonies. This was the Divine wish, the execution of life of an unearthly being, Baba Tajuddin Ji.
After reading the story, we may come to a state of Eternal wilderness. But, now is the time to brainstorm ourselves. We have read and listened about various saints and seers who incarnated themselves for wellbeing of the dwellers. Let us see few examples. Swami Ramakrishna Paramhamsa Ji, Maa Sharda, Guruji Sai Baba, Nanak and many more. The Guru of Ramakrishna Ji also lived as a sanyaasi who was unaware of the need to veil His body. We saw that Tajuddin Baba was unaware as well. But, Ramakrishna Ji, Mother Sharda and many more were covered in clothing, till the very end. Even, in the state of samadhi (The Eternal state) and mahasamadhi (The Eternal state, when the awareness of body diminishes to zero and the Self renounces the cage of body, totally), they were clothed. What can be the reason? Let us ponder.
Experiences and past information can be used as aids. Thinking is mandatory.
The answer is all the saints, who are mentioned in the text above, were janmasiddha yogis (the beings who are free from birth, penance and meditation are built-in in their systems). But, Guru of Master (Ramakrishna Ji) and Tajuddin Baba were yogis, from birth, and lived a solitary life, in sanyaas ashrama. Guruji, Mother Sharda, Master were bound by the norms of the society, as they practiced penance, in grahastaashrama (as householder). Thus, they were covered till Their verge. After mahasamadhi, the bodies of Sai Baba, Nanak Ji and few more were not found, and were not cremated pompously. Their bodies were being claimed by diverse religious communities.