NAMASTE!

EGO, HUMBLENESS AND A STUDENT OF MEDICINE

Twenty years ago, my spiritual teacher, Guru Nitya, handed me a letter and said: “I am sending you to my friend to learn Ayurveda. I do not know if there is a better place for you to learn.”

The following week I set out. After many hours on the train I arrived at the clinic of Sudhir Vaidya and his brother. I waited for about half an hour and was then invited in the room where both Vaidyas were sitting. At first glance they did not look like brothers. In fact they differed as the sun is different from the moon. Sudhir´s brother was heavy built, strong looking, wore a snow white shirt, his hair was smoothly combed back from his forehead and he wore dark frame glasses on his round, clean shaven face. A real physician at first sight. Next to him Sudhir sat cross-legged. He had a thin ascetic body, half naked with only a dhoti around his waist. From an unshaven face, two piercing eyes stared at me. His wild appearance did not correlate with my image of what a doctor should look like. A cigarette in his hand only underlined this discrepancy.

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Guru Nitya Chaitanya Yati about Bhagavad Gita
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Guru Nitya Chaitanya Yati about Bhagavad Gita
GURU NITYA CHAITANYA YATI

Nitya Chaitanya Yati (2 November 1924 - 14 May 1999) was an Indian philosopher, psychologist, author and poet, best known for his commentaries on Advaita Vedanta as well as his literary criticisms. He was a disciple of Nataraja Guru, the successor to Narayana Guru. Yati published over 140 books in English and Malayalam including a commentary on Darsana Mala of Narayana Guru, titled, Psychology of Darsana Mala. Kerala Sahitya Akademi honoured him with their annual award for literary criticism in 1977.

“So what brought you here?” asked Sudhir and covered himself in a cloud of smoke. I proudly took out the Guru’s letter and handed it to Sudhir´s brother. I thought it would speak for itself and everything would be settled at once. The older Vaidya scanned through it and without a word passed it on to his brother. Sudhir just threw a quick glance at the letter and ushered:

“Ah, Guru Nitya…” instead of reading the letter, to my displeasure, he started to play with it in his hand turning it upside down as if he couldn’t even read. This aggravated me, such disrespect to my teacher! Both brothers asked me a number of questions and at the end, Sudhir said carelessly:

“We don’t teach anything special here, but you can stay if you want to.”

I had made up my mind - I was insulted and certain that I had nothing to learn at this place. Shortly after, I gave my farewell and left their house. I was full of disappointment. I could not understand how my Guru could have such a high opinion of them.

It took me almost twenty years to understand that their behaviour had nothing to do with their respect to Guru Nitya. It was simple - more than the recommendation, they were interested in finding out who was coming to learn from them. A number of years passed before my next meeting with Sudhir Vaidya. A strange destiny brought us together this time. A Czech couple brought their daughter Veronika to me for treatment. She had been paralyzed after a serious car accident. I had always liked Veronika for her good heart; in spite of her misfortune she never lost her smile. Her parents had personified the example of never ending love that allows miracles to happen. Veronika was thirteen when I recommended Ayurvedic treatment in Kerala and after ten days in a massage centre that did not bring the desired results; I knew that I had to seek help from Sudhir Vaidya. That same day, several people, independently of each other, told me that the only one who would be able to make a difference in Veronika’s state of health was Sudhir Vaidya. It was one of the many strange coincidences that often happen in India – as if I was meant to finish what I should have already done a long time ago.

“I am sending you to my friend to learn Ayurveda. I do not know if there is a better place for you to learn.”

It took me quite a long to locate Sudhir Vaidya in a small hospital at the edge of the jungle, one of the three hospitals where he worked as a chief physician. I did not wait long, and there he was – almost the same as when I first met him. In his early seventies, he had the same straight posture common to Yogis, the same simple dhoti and a light shawl around his neck. This time his stride was slower and more humble, although he had the same piercing eyes and a cigarette in his hand. I did not think he would recognize me after all these years. I bowed down to touch his feet and he said “It took a long time, before you returned!” There was a slight tinge of irony in his voice. “Stand up!” he ordered me.

I couldn’t believe my ears. Slowly standing up, I wondered how to respond. When I finally looked into his face I was overwhelmed. I suddenly saw something I had not noticed many years ago. His eyes were full of compassion and kindness. He gave me a warm hug and both he and I were overcome with happiness.

“Last week you were in my dreams every night, I knew you were coming,” He said. He didn’t ask anything. It was as though no time had passed since we last met. The only important thing was that I was there.

I explained to him briefly about Veronika, and when he heard of the preceding treatments he cried. “Why are you delaying?! Bring her in without any delay tomorrow!” And thus began my true study with him. Nearly thirty years after my Guru sent me to him. How long must our ego take to mature, before we can become true students of our teachers?

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