When divinity takes human form

 - November 7, 2020

I deserved nothing. He gave me everything.

I knew nothing. He taught me everything.

I was a naïve engineer. He was a kind teacher.

I panicked. He was patient.

I did nothing. He gave me the highest recognition.

I was ignorant. He lavished trainings on me.

I was self-doubting. He promoted me – twice.

When I faltered, he encouraged me.

When I fell down, he lifted me up.

When I was sad, he motivated me. He cracked jokes.

When I made mistakes, he corrected me sternly – like a father.

I was a nobody. Still, he calls me his brother. He made me into a somebody.

I am what I am today, only because of his blessings and grace

He never judged me.

He trusted me.

He listened to me.

He gave me time to learn.

He gave me position and a place in the society.

He accepted me for what I was. Whatever I was.

He knew more about my potential than I ever could have imagined.

He had more faith in my abilities than I ever could have fathomed.

He made me what I am; whatever I am.

He did all these and more without any sort of expectation. None whatsoever.

Did I even deserve a fraction of his kindness? None. Am I entitled to anything? Nothing.

I owe him. A lot!

I don’t know how many lives it would take for me to repay the debt.

When divinity decided to descend on earth, it assumed the form of Paul Pollock. No saints, no acharyas, no Paramacharyas, no Maharshis, no Babas, no Swamis, no Gurus, no Godmen, no teachers, no relatives and no others come even remotely close to Paul in kindness and character. I desired nothing from the former. I deserved nothing from the latter.

My ex-boss Mr. Paul Pollock is the best human-being I have ever come across in my life.

-M. Sathya Prasad