Rabda My Sai My Sigh

Paperback, New

Written by: Ruzbeh N. Bharucha

Baba Sai entered the hospital room. He looked at the man lying on a bed, assorted tubes in his body slowly injecting all that could keep him alive. The Old Man smiled. ‘Rabda, when will you stop dying and begin to live, my boy?’ The Old Man looked at Rabda, whose hair had streaks of white. As always, Rabda had long hair. His face was gaunt but he looked peaceful in his enforced sleep. A guitar was propped up on the sofa, which was a few feet away from the bed.

The guitar had a Cross, the symbol of the Goddess, which resembled the Star of David, the Asho Farohar, the Zoroastrian winged symbol of accession, and Sai Baba of Shirdi’s face in various hues of white, saffron and green. The guitar was recognized by music lovers all over the world. It represented not only Oneness but also the music the man—who now lay on a bed, a few breaths away from passing on to the other world—stood for. He made God and the Oneness Family sound groovy. He made religion and spirituality look cool.

289 pages