New Delhi, India: May 11, 2008 – (Released by Federation of God Believers) - Unusual Strength - The atmosphere at our home was like sacred celebrations. One was that by Lord Vishnu’s grace, my respected mother had recovered miraculously from such a deadly long disease and the second was that my brother in law Mr. Govind Ram got good profit in his ancestral’s property deal.

He had disposed of his family property in Karachi and he was so overjoyed with a bumper profit beyond his expectation. As a result, he wanted to throw a party and all of us enjoyed that atmosphere and got together with a family party on this occasion as well as that of my mother’s recovery from her long illness. After two or three days my sister Maina Wanti went to Peshawar along with her husband, it was the first occasion that she was to go to her in-laws house.

The series of events that occurred in our family had actually thrilled my father to such an extent that he decided to sell that big house and shift to a smaller house, just because he wanted to donate the lion’s share of that proceed to a blind school.
My mother agreed to the proposal and within three months, the house was disposed of and we shifted to a smaller house where we could live comfortably and gracefully. This house was of course without guest annexes.

The stunning developments in our family put a strong pressure on my mind, I was a little over 13 years of age, which was tender it’s neither used to such bombshells nor was my age mature enough to swallow all such unusual events.

I was confused and started thinking how such miracles had happened in our family? Whenever that issue came in debate at home, I was more puzzled, I was unable to follow what exactly that was?

What’s God, who is Lord Vishnu, who exactly is Lord Krishna, how and why He functions and what’s our relations with Him and so on? What’s Allah? Why are different names of God? Why life, why diseases, why death and why sufferings and finally why happy or sorrow ending?

The IInd World War also just broke in. Hitler’s name created a terror all over. That made me more worried to think, why people clash, why countries fight and why war, when finally it is to end with peace?

My physical fitness was not very strong, just average and my height was about 64 inches and thereafter my height stood stand still there, didn’t grow at all even by fraction of an inch.

But whenever I went into my deep thoughts recalling the Saintly Person and comparing it to Lord Krishna, the incarnation of Lord Vishnu, I generally went into half asleep, or a sort of nap, as if merged into super conscience state. In that state, I used to see clear images of Lord Vishnu and Lord Krishna in different poses and positions. I also used to see a special type of light, which I tried to analyze but it still remains a mystery.

One day while I was sitting on a corner bench of my school and was so much absorbed into Lord Vishnu’s thoughts and their decodings,  3 school senior boys came there and surrounded me and started abusing. I remained sitting silently listening to their abusive language which they were spitting on me without any proper reason.

Those boys belonged to a non Hindu community. One of them was well built, tried to lower the image of Hindu Community by using mock language and started abusing Lord Krishna. I stared at him warning him through my eyes not to do that but he went on abusing non stop.

Another boy came closer to me and slapped me saying - he is a coward Hindu, ask him to call his Krishna to save him and slapped me again. I didn’t react physically; I felt that I was weak enough to face the three tough students. The fourth boy also came in and joined the gang, slapped me twice and started talking dirtier about Lord Krishna.

I don’t know, what happened to me and how I got such physical strength in my body, I lost my balance and beat all the three at a time and kicked them off with my toe ; they were bleeding from their teeth and ran away.

Then I caught hold of the fourth boy who had come at the end to join them and beat him severely and finally he fell down on the ground unconscious. I brought some water nearby, poured on his face and he regained his senses. He didn’t say anything, silently slipped away feeling small.

One day I was coming back from a temple of Hanuman Ji, it was Tuesday and I had offered Bundi Parsadam (Sweet) to Lord Hanuman Ji and was returning home with an envelop of Prasadam with me.

Three boys, one old one and other two new boys, of course, they were senior in studies and all had belonged to my school, obstructed my way. I wanted to avoid but they ultimately snatched my envelop of Bundi (Parsadam) and threw it on the road recklessly.

I went into rage and held one of them and beat him severely while two others were beating me on my back. Without caring that I was also beaten by the two boys, I caught hold of the second, and started beating him as harsh as I could. While I was beating the second boy, the third started beating me on my back.

My rage grew more and more, my blood started boiling rapidly, I jumped on the third one and beat him brutally. While I finished beating the third, another boy of their group came there and jumped over me and I fell on the ground.

Some how, I managed to get up and I started beating him on his face and neck and hit him with my shoes. When I was beating him, some people gathered over there, and made us separated and the boys went away.

On the next day when I was returning from my school after my hockey practice, the same four boys carrying hockey sticks in their hands surrounded me suddenly on the road. Their first attack on me was to push my cycle on the ground as a result I fell down along with my bicycle and my hockey that I was carrying fell down at a distance.

When I fell down, one boy searched my front pocket of the shirt and removed everything and while raising his hands shouted to show the contents recovered from my pocket. My pocket had two or three loose papers concerning my school home work and also one picture of Lord Krishna, which I used to carry in my pocket on the direction of my respected father. The boy tore the papers along with Lord Krishna’s portrait and said proudly, “Here his Krishna goes on the ground.”

I couldn’t put up with this sort of insult to my Lord, I got up hastily and picked up my hockey stick, which was fallen down away on the road at a short distance. This was my first time to fight anyone with hockey.

I really can’t express but I started revolving my hockey at a drastic speed and injured all of them by attacking them on their shoulders and faces. While doing that act, a Police Inspector happened to pass by his Motor Cycle, caught hold of me and took all of us to the police station.

They called my father and their fathers. My father tried to convince the Inspector how an average boy could beat four boys and that too so cruelly as alleged? The Inspector was telling repeatedly,” You are right, I admit that a boy of his stature cannot beat four boys at a time, but how can I be wrong? I have seen him beating these boys severely and they have sustained injuries.”

Meantime, three persons also entered the main hall of the Police Station, where all boys including me were made to stand. Two of the boys were the sons of two noted pleaders (lawyers), the third was the son of a magistrate, and fourth was the son of a teacher of our school.

The teacher of the school vouched for me and said, “Baldev can’t fight and has humble and noble thoughts. Inspector, I know my son, he is a vagabond, and he must have hurt or excited him to bring to fight.”

My father had so much reputation that all of them paid respect him and told the Inspector,” We are not interested to register the case.” They said collectively,”   Lala Ushnak Rai Ji can’t tell a lie. His son must be innocent, our boys are naughty and they must have done some unbearable act of instigation. In this way, the matter was quashed, settled then and there and all of them went their homes.

Next day when I came to school, those students didn’t confront their eyes with me; they slipped aside but started calling me, he is Sandow, (a man with strong physique), whereas I was an ordinary boy with average builds.

What happened to me on those three occasions and how I beat all those boys, at least I couldn’t understand it was logically impossible. Whether it was due to my feelings for God or God Himself gave necessary strength to me to deal with them, is still a mystery, whenever I recall, I just smile, old memoirs are very sweet.

In this way I was being called ‘Sandow’ for no apparent reason from my point of view but I faced no problem thereafter, no boy had any courage to abuse my community or to destroy the exalted image of Lord Krishna.

I used to play hockey and got the privilege of playing in the Lahore division, I became popular for my sports and also the title of Sandow that the boys made me famous with that nickname.

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