The author Sri ‘M’ is an extraordinary individual. His uniqueness lies not only in the fact that at the young age of 19 and a half, he travelled to snow clad. Sri M (born Mumtaz Ali Khan) is a living Yogi and disciple of Sri Maheshwarnath Babaji who in In chapter 2 of his autobiography Apprenticed to a Himalayan Master, Sri M describes meeting his Guru Sri Maheshwarnath Babaji, who. An autobiographical account of a yogi and his journey towards understanding his Master and spiritual destiny, Apprenticed to a Himalayan.

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One slight drawback is the quality of the language. Some old friendships faded and new ones were made.

The autobiography deals with transformation of Mumtaz Ali Khan into Sri M as he went on acquiring profound knowledge of the Upanishads, deep personal insights and a higher level of consciousness. The proprietor of the tea shop got him a fresh cup of tea. He was also the first to start Akhanda Nama Sankirtan, the chanting of the holy names of the deity without pause.

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The atmosphere became almost unbearable. Some of the instances that he recounts challenge your sense of belief and disbelief so much, that you don’t quite know what to believe. He ordered his disciple to bring the old, clay water-pot and requested the Arab visitors to look into the water.

They fell at his feet and became his disciples.

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Alokmahajan I found this on their website http: The compound wall that surrounded the courtyard was very low, barely three feet in height and was built of mud. What a wonderful treasure for the devotional seeker of God! Prepare to do the last kriya of total khechari mudra and let your prana exit through the ajna centre.


Since I had no money left to pay for the local bus, I walked all the way to my house and arrived there wearing the same clothes I had set out in. Babaji stretched forth his right hand, placed it on his head, blessed him and instantly merged into the night. Keep away from me. He was quite unimpressive to look at. Many restaurant owners now believed that if she went to a restaurant and begged for food, that was a sure sign of good luck for them and fed her sumptuously.

The book is written is a lucid way and explains the spiritual journey of Sri M and his various experiences. Mumtaz Ali Khan was then Madhukarnath; a yogi belonging to an ancient spiritual order known as Nath who lived in the Himalayas.

He had reluctantly agreed to the surgery after a great deal of persuasion and had said that if surgery was going to be undertaken, then it will have to be done again. You have to compensate for it.

I turned and tottered out of the room. Apart from his livelihood – he was a building contractor – his main interests were body-building exercises, kalari payatu a Malayali version of unarmed combat and self-defenseHindu philosophy and cinema.

For me, Guru Purnima is thinking about my Guru. Delivery and Returns see our delivery rates and policies thinking of returning an item?

His large, meditative eyes fell on his young disciple Madhu. Seeing that there was no point in hanging around, I walked away and went to the bus stop. A case was brought-up for hearing. We also had a couple of goats. He was also barefoot. After massaging my neck with my hands to get rid of the pain, I picked up the books.


Religion was made for wpprenticed and masfer the other way around. I saw a flash, fell on the ground, and rolled over once. He was accepted as a teacher in the village. A secret life went on within, side by side with the ordinary activities of day to day existence.

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What an adventure to share with my mother and tantalize my little sister with. The Brahmins among them were called Potis in Kerala and they were very good cooks. These friends of mine, Shankaranarayanan, Ananthanarayan, Vishwanath Iyer, Venkatesh, Krishnamani and some others had kind of adopted me as a part of their group.

Soon Nanu learnt poetry, drama, literary criticism and rhetoric, apart from the Upanishads which he studied himself. Looking around to make sure that no one was watching me, I dug deeper himalaayn found, under a thick stack of files, two books.

I am leaving my body soon and there is no Sufi master at this point who is willing to guide you to the next and higher level.

Some of my friends and I preferred the longer but quieter road. The party moved on. What follows is the disciple’s journey in the world trying to spread his erudition for a greater cause. While it may sound imaginary to many readers, but then, there are a plenty of things that still lie beyond our understanding. It was my habit to walk from the library to the gardens and sit quietly on one of the benches there.