I left the Matunga Police station along with two dear brothers as my escorts. Br Murthy and Br Khoshi, both of them took care of me so tenderly, lovingly and so respectably like thier own sister , I was taken to the home of Br. murthy where his obedient wife Sis Vijaya hugged me and welcomed me into the home as her own. Once I reached home, I found my self quiet at home but something happend to me like it was imprinted into my soul, forever, great fear took hold of me. I was not in my controle, my hands , knees and body was shaken as a leaf in the whirlwind. It saw with my own eyes how my knees knuckle to one another just as it was when I saw Augustine the murderer in the Police station. My gold chain was not a big one, its small one thin with a rold gold cross as pendant, when Augustine pulled it from my neck it broke into two parts one was in his hand the other fell on the floor at the electric pole where I stood and waiting for the bus. that peice of the chain had this rold gold cross and we both saw it in the same fraction of time and we both bent down to pick it up at the same time, but he pushed me and took it and hit me on my face with his gupthi..shouting "Chore...chain....margaya" that was all that i heard and remember now....
Any way right at home br Murthy and Sis Vijaya were like angels took care of me like a baby in the cradle, indeed. The only bed with the mattress was given to me to sleep, while they made their bed on the floor along with their little daughter Beaulah most of the night they were awake to pacify me with words of comfort, they gave me sleeping tablets given by the doctor and saw me to go into deep slumber. Later they told me that I had very disturbed sleep and I was murmering something in my sleep.
The next day both of them brought a steel basin and a mug of hot water to brush my teeth paste to my bed where i lied down. they did not allow me to get down from the bed, brought hot breakfast to the bed and made to go to sleep again , for whole day. In the eveing when i got up I still was shivering when the door was opened by any one. so they kept me in bed to find my trembling nerves could be at ease. I understood that fear is something beyond my control, I rose up to meet the occasion and I did my job successfully , but no body knew what all that fear i suppressed underneath my soul. This wonderful couple understood my plight and took care of me so well. God bless them.
Later I was called by my dad to come home immediately , he sent some telegraphic money too. So there ended the life of mine in Bombay as an Air hostess.
When I was in PG I came to know of the Lord and I surrendered my life to Him. Then I got job here in Bombay Santacruz, in Air India International Air lines as Air hostess, so that was the story behind why I was in Bombay. The Devil tried to take away my soul destroy it , but I won the case by the grace of God. So seeing it was utterly defeated in winning my soul by testing me in so many ways in the job, It could not keep quiet, it wanted to take away my life, at least it wanted to bring me shame by making my face most ugliest .. as I was selecte to the Air hostess job basing on my face and physique besides other skills of fluency in English language etc etc. But it failed, again. The Lord sent His angels to protect me from the Murderer, thought I was just a few feet behind him and he being fully drunk with fresh blood on his hands and a lethal weapon in his hands could not harm me only because God sent His angels to protect me. Yes I picked up the half piece of gold chain and it was in my hand when i went to the Matunga Police station I could had keep mum without telling the police that the half chain was with me... but I told them and showed them when they asked about it, I gave it to them . I could not speak a lie.. any way.. the story was beautifully taken care by God, as you will see later in these pages...
Once I reached home with a bandage on my face , my parents and my sisters could not control the emotions, of love. But later many things happened through which i had to travel, many problems which I went through, and many more miracles which God wrought in my life with His loving hands.. but those I will record later, but now I will continue the story of Gold chain...
I joined in a college as a Lecturer for degree students, I lost my gold chain in 1976 I joined the job in 1976 September and 1977 March I got a telegram from br Murthy asking me to attend the court to give witness in the court, he said better I should come to Bombay within two days. March 31st1977 was the last working day for the academic year for us so that morning when I got the telegram I went to meet my Principal sr Josephine who was such a godly catholic nun, she already knew my testimony of how I come to know of christ, the story of my salvation and the story of baptism so she asked me why to Bombay , what happened, she inquired. I told her the incident of the murderer and the gold chain so she listened to me with keen interest and said at the end, oh you need to give witness now ging there? Its already 1O clock you have eAst coaat express to go to Bobmay go , go soon you will get the train if you go without delay. so hurriedly I went to the hostle room got my luggage and hurriedly went to the railways station bought the ticket and got into the train without waasting a second of time. In thsoe days reservation was not at all a problem, few people used to travel so when the ticket collector came I told him I want the the uppoer berth to sleep and got a reservation ticket from him paying some extra money. When I settled everything and spread my blankets on the berth with my little hand bag as my pillow, when I sit calmly , I felt the great fear pumping into my heart and making me to shiver once again. Remember this is beyond my control, my mind, my thoughts. I knew pretty well that I was safe on the berth, but the thought of meeting the murderer once again that too while witnessing against him in a court, made me realize what great adventure I am involved again without a second chance. First of all I did not know what court means, how I should answer all that t hings. Thank God we did not have mobiles or phones to contact friends and inquire about the information, Thank God we did not have Iphones or Androids to Google and find the information .... we were ignorant, we were historical figures, we no way could compete with you new high tech generation, I know while you are reading this story you woulh pity me as I would pity the James Bond777 in the detective film. he do not have all the high technology that is used in C S I Miami investigation films, I feel pity so bored while i see this James Bond once upon a time a great hero struggling over petty things to find out the truth of the murder or theft, while Dective in CSI Miami solves the problem by DNA test, or finger print test, lie detector so on and so forth. But I tell you some times in spiritual realm Ignorance is Bliss. Faith worked miracles in the ancient times more in the lives of Abraham and Noah rather than in the modern days of weather forcaste system and incubator babies.. Waiting upon God without any human aid is faith, in essence , and it was greatly available to us in those days, patiently waiting at the feet of God .was our privelege. we old timers praise God for that lack of technology too.in some ways.
whatever on the upper birth all alone in my nook of bed spread i burrowed my head into the folds of the blanket sheet on my little bag and started to pray ferverently for the courage, for the guidance , to face this situation of court and witness. Thank God we did not have TVs too and ther by we were not very well informed about how to witness in the court. Some old pictures I saw had some glimpeses of these scenes but at that time we were more interested in the arguemtn of the hero or heroin rather than the procedure. So handicapped in every way possilbe i knelt and prayed and read the Bible, and dared not to come down and sit on the lower birth, so got my tea and breakfast upto the birth by the caftaria man, and only to attend natural calls i got down for a few minutes, but whole of my journey ended on the birth. I did not feel like comeing down after all that realization of my predictment of witnessing in the court.
The next day morning I found everybody in that particular compartment were getting down, when I asked the TC who happened to come that side why they were getting down I was told that the compartment i was travelling was Pune compartment , and so when pune arrived all of them got down. So I slowly got down from my birth to sit on the lower birth and to have some breeze and settled there, I saw a book on my opposite lower birth , it was there upside
down, but as soon as I saw the book i knew it was Reader's Digest which I love to have a glance at it, as it was , there was no one there in that part of the compartment,the three births opposite to me were empty and my two births where I lied down were empty and the side births two were empty.. I could here a low conversation at the rear end of the compartment back there. so i picked up the book into my hands, and turned it over, you know the Index of the Reader's Digest all ways would be on the front page of the book. there wont be any cover pictures etc. I went through the contents of the Index, and when I come to the fourth content, can you imagine what was there? I myself cannot believe my own eyes... "WHEN YOU ENTER INTO THE WITNESS BOX....." I donot know how you are feeling now, but I was astonished, I was not in this world, I was like in a trance, or some where not in the real world, so hastily I turned to the pages, where this article is posted, I read it fast, pulled out my journel took pen started to note down the points lest I forget later, It was like JESUS himself came and sate beside me and telling me how I should conduct in the court. It was like this...." When you go to the court to witness1) do not overdressed, or below the standard, you go in good and neat dress just as you would go to an interview for job selection, 2) when the Lawyer ask you a question donot be over smart, just answer him yes , or no or donot know, stick to the truth.. do not try to describe the things and waste the time. 3) the next point was ...... even the lawyer is asking you questions and you are supposed to answer , you need not look at the lawyer to answer him , you just look at the judge and answer him.........These and many toerh things written in common man language to understand, and for me it was like Jesus himself sitting with me and telling me all these things. I noted down.. finished noting down, I read and read the article again, and kept the book on the berth as the train is nearing to the Victoria Terminus Bombay But my eyes fixed on the book as I told you I was not in this world , I was in a trance like thing, what happend just then was not an ordinary thing, On the other hand I was travelling on March 31 1977 and the book was of January 1976 how this miracle book got into that place??////??? T when the last stop arrived and I collected my belongings and sat again in front of that book wondering this strange phenomenon, fixing my eyes fast to that book, glued to the seat, glued to the book in my sight. Atlast the train stopped and only one man was about get down walking just beside me, I called him and said; Sir is this book yours?' he in hurry to go away, turned my side and said 'no mam' and got down. I asked that question just to have my conscious clear. so I stretched my hand and took the book carefully and hold that into my palms as of a precious valuable gift, in deed it is !! and that book is still with me in my collection of Books so precious , and it is in its original form carefully and safely in a folder. Do you know what question I will ask the Lord my Jesus when I go to heaven while I walk with Him on golden streets, a long evening stride with my saviour, , I will ask Him, Lord which is the angel you sent to keep that little Readers Digest there for me on that day"?
Any way right at home br Murthy and Sis Vijaya were like angels took care of me like a baby in the cradle, indeed. The only bed with the mattress was given to me to sleep, while they made their bed on the floor along with their little daughter Beaulah most of the night they were awake to pacify me with words of comfort, they gave me sleeping tablets given by the doctor and saw me to go into deep slumber. Later they told me that I had very disturbed sleep and I was murmering something in my sleep.
The next day both of them brought a steel basin and a mug of hot water to brush my teeth paste to my bed where i lied down. they did not allow me to get down from the bed, brought hot breakfast to the bed and made to go to sleep again , for whole day. In the eveing when i got up I still was shivering when the door was opened by any one. so they kept me in bed to find my trembling nerves could be at ease. I understood that fear is something beyond my control, I rose up to meet the occasion and I did my job successfully , but no body knew what all that fear i suppressed underneath my soul. This wonderful couple understood my plight and took care of me so well. God bless them.
Later I was called by my dad to come home immediately , he sent some telegraphic money too. So there ended the life of mine in Bombay as an Air hostess.
When I was in PG I came to know of the Lord and I surrendered my life to Him. Then I got job here in Bombay Santacruz, in Air India International Air lines as Air hostess, so that was the story behind why I was in Bombay. The Devil tried to take away my soul destroy it , but I won the case by the grace of God. So seeing it was utterly defeated in winning my soul by testing me in so many ways in the job, It could not keep quiet, it wanted to take away my life, at least it wanted to bring me shame by making my face most ugliest .. as I was selecte to the Air hostess job basing on my face and physique besides other skills of fluency in English language etc etc. But it failed, again. The Lord sent His angels to protect me from the Murderer, thought I was just a few feet behind him and he being fully drunk with fresh blood on his hands and a lethal weapon in his hands could not harm me only because God sent His angels to protect me. Yes I picked up the half piece of gold chain and it was in my hand when i went to the Matunga Police station I could had keep mum without telling the police that the half chain was with me... but I told them and showed them when they asked about it, I gave it to them . I could not speak a lie.. any way.. the story was beautifully taken care by God, as you will see later in these pages...
Once I reached home with a bandage on my face , my parents and my sisters could not control the emotions, of love. But later many things happened through which i had to travel, many problems which I went through, and many more miracles which God wrought in my life with His loving hands.. but those I will record later, but now I will continue the story of Gold chain...
I joined in a college as a Lecturer for degree students, I lost my gold chain in 1976 I joined the job in 1976 September and 1977 March I got a telegram from br Murthy asking me to attend the court to give witness in the court, he said better I should come to Bombay within two days. March 31st1977 was the last working day for the academic year for us so that morning when I got the telegram I went to meet my Principal sr Josephine who was such a godly catholic nun, she already knew my testimony of how I come to know of christ, the story of my salvation and the story of baptism so she asked me why to Bombay , what happened, she inquired. I told her the incident of the murderer and the gold chain so she listened to me with keen interest and said at the end, oh you need to give witness now ging there? Its already 1O clock you have eAst coaat express to go to Bobmay go , go soon you will get the train if you go without delay. so hurriedly I went to the hostle room got my luggage and hurriedly went to the railways station bought the ticket and got into the train without waasting a second of time. In thsoe days reservation was not at all a problem, few people used to travel so when the ticket collector came I told him I want the the uppoer berth to sleep and got a reservation ticket from him paying some extra money. When I settled everything and spread my blankets on the berth with my little hand bag as my pillow, when I sit calmly , I felt the great fear pumping into my heart and making me to shiver once again. Remember this is beyond my control, my mind, my thoughts. I knew pretty well that I was safe on the berth, but the thought of meeting the murderer once again that too while witnessing against him in a court, made me realize what great adventure I am involved again without a second chance. First of all I did not know what court means, how I should answer all that t hings. Thank God we did not have mobiles or phones to contact friends and inquire about the information, Thank God we did not have Iphones or Androids to Google and find the information .... we were ignorant, we were historical figures, we no way could compete with you new high tech generation, I know while you are reading this story you woulh pity me as I would pity the James Bond777 in the detective film. he do not have all the high technology that is used in C S I Miami investigation films, I feel pity so bored while i see this James Bond once upon a time a great hero struggling over petty things to find out the truth of the murder or theft, while Dective in CSI Miami solves the problem by DNA test, or finger print test, lie detector so on and so forth. But I tell you some times in spiritual realm Ignorance is Bliss. Faith worked miracles in the ancient times more in the lives of Abraham and Noah rather than in the modern days of weather forcaste system and incubator babies.. Waiting upon God without any human aid is faith, in essence , and it was greatly available to us in those days, patiently waiting at the feet of God .was our privelege. we old timers praise God for that lack of technology too.in some ways.
whatever on the upper birth all alone in my nook of bed spread i burrowed my head into the folds of the blanket sheet on my little bag and started to pray ferverently for the courage, for the guidance , to face this situation of court and witness. Thank God we did not have TVs too and ther by we were not very well informed about how to witness in the court. Some old pictures I saw had some glimpeses of these scenes but at that time we were more interested in the arguemtn of the hero or heroin rather than the procedure. So handicapped in every way possilbe i knelt and prayed and read the Bible, and dared not to come down and sit on the lower birth, so got my tea and breakfast upto the birth by the caftaria man, and only to attend natural calls i got down for a few minutes, but whole of my journey ended on the birth. I did not feel like comeing down after all that realization of my predictment of witnessing in the court.
The next day morning I found everybody in that particular compartment were getting down, when I asked the TC who happened to come that side why they were getting down I was told that the compartment i was travelling was Pune compartment , and so when pune arrived all of them got down. So I slowly got down from my birth to sit on the lower birth and to have some breeze and settled there, I saw a book on my opposite lower birth , it was there upside
down, but as soon as I saw the book i knew it was Reader's Digest which I love to have a glance at it, as it was , there was no one there in that part of the compartment,the three births opposite to me were empty and my two births where I lied down were empty and the side births two were empty.. I could here a low conversation at the rear end of the compartment back there. so i picked up the book into my hands, and turned it over, you know the Index of the Reader's Digest all ways would be on the front page of the book. there wont be any cover pictures etc. I went through the contents of the Index, and when I come to the fourth content, can you imagine what was there? I myself cannot believe my own eyes... "WHEN YOU ENTER INTO THE WITNESS BOX....." I donot know how you are feeling now, but I was astonished, I was not in this world, I was like in a trance, or some where not in the real world, so hastily I turned to the pages, where this article is posted, I read it fast, pulled out my journel took pen started to note down the points lest I forget later, It was like JESUS himself came and sate beside me and telling me how I should conduct in the court. It was like this...." When you go to the court to witness1) do not overdressed, or below the standard, you go in good and neat dress just as you would go to an interview for job selection, 2) when the Lawyer ask you a question donot be over smart, just answer him yes , or no or donot know, stick to the truth.. do not try to describe the things and waste the time. 3) the next point was ...... even the lawyer is asking you questions and you are supposed to answer , you need not look at the lawyer to answer him , you just look at the judge and answer him.........These and many toerh things written in common man language to understand, and for me it was like Jesus himself sitting with me and telling me all these things. I noted down.. finished noting down, I read and read the article again, and kept the book on the berth as the train is nearing to the Victoria Terminus Bombay But my eyes fixed on the book as I told you I was not in this world , I was in a trance like thing, what happend just then was not an ordinary thing, On the other hand I was travelling on March 31 1977 and the book was of January 1976 how this miracle book got into that place??////??? T when the last stop arrived and I collected my belongings and sat again in front of that book wondering this strange phenomenon, fixing my eyes fast to that book, glued to the seat, glued to the book in my sight. Atlast the train stopped and only one man was about get down walking just beside me, I called him and said; Sir is this book yours?' he in hurry to go away, turned my side and said 'no mam' and got down. I asked that question just to have my conscious clear. so I stretched my hand and took the book carefully and hold that into my palms as of a precious valuable gift, in deed it is !! and that book is still with me in my collection of Books so precious , and it is in its original form carefully and safely in a folder. Do you know what question I will ask the Lord my Jesus when I go to heaven while I walk with Him on golden streets, a long evening stride with my saviour, , I will ask Him, Lord which is the angel you sent to keep that little Readers Digest there for me on that day"?
