Sai Vachanam Sathyam, Sai Karmam Dharmam
By Arul Selvanathan Arul Selvanathan joined SSSHSS in 1981 in class 11 and went on to complete B.Com and M.Com from SSSIHL in 1988 from Prasanthi Nilayam Campus. He has been part of the Sai family from 1969 and is…
Abhayapradaaya Namah!
Dr A Arun Kumar First Impressions It is indeed difficult to select a few notable memories from the many precious ones of my days as a student at the Sri Sathya Sai Institute of Higher Learning, Prasanthi Nilayam. But these…
SWAMI, YOU HAVE TOUCHED ME AND I HAVE GROWN
Below are few pages from the diary of my heart – memories strewn across the years spent at Swami’s Lotus feet. I thank Swami for constantly reminding me of these memories, for these sweet moments have brought steadiness to my…
Role of a Sai Student
Divij Desai, MBA 2008 MBA Alumni Reconnect – 2005 It was a momentous occasion for scores of MBA students who had graduated from the university to return to their alma mater. It was an extraordinary reconnect as there were boys…
Abhayapradaaya Namah!
Sathya Dharma Shanthipremalujagathiki Chaaticheppaboone SaiVibhudu SathyaSaiChooda SampoornaPremaye Yaguchuputtenichatamodamalara! This is a popular poem that Swami used to sing about His advent at Puttaparthi; to reveal the path of human values (Sathya, Dharma, Shanti and Prema) to the world, Sai descended…
From My Diary
He Filled the Void of Mother Every student of Swami has a tender story to share, a story of love that lasts forever. Let me take this opportunity to share my story of why this Avatar is called Prema Avatar…
From My Diary
The Song Of The Soul We would like to ‘introduce’ you to a very well known brother, Sri Ajnish Rai, a name that perhaps needs little introduction. His composition and rendition of songs such as ‘O Sai Maa!’, ‘Humko Tumse…
From My Diary
It was the year 1978 and as a child I accompanied my parents to Prasanthi Nilayam for Bhagawan’s Darshan. Those were the days when Swami gave His Darshan on the ‘sands’ i.e. the Mandir as it was then with sand…
From My Diary
If only we could live our lives backwards, we would live the best parts with the wisdom they ought to be lived with. I couldn’t have hoped for more magical times than those I experienced as Bhagawan’s student. They make…
From My Diary
Little Big things It’s empty, the canvas. The solitary figure at the meadows is fidgeting with his arsenal – a quiver of brushes and a palette of colors. The artist has got a brown bag besides him. There’s the degree…