Balasaheb Deoras - An inspiration forever 
Few glimpses of inspiration from the life of Balasaheb ji Deoras.
Two tours Balasaheb ji undertook after 
having been affected by paralysis and with a completely deteriorated and
 non cooperating ill health are very inspiring. The ban imposed on RSS 
after Ramajanmabhumi movement was revoked in 1993. Immediately after 
this, a bomb blast took place in RSS Chennai Karyalaya.  The front room 
of the Karyalaya was damaged. Eleven persons including the residents of 
Karyalaya and some visitors had lost their lives in the blast. Whole 
country was stunned. Describing the immediate response of Shri 
Balasahebji, Sri Srikanth Joshi, the then personal assistant (Sahayak) 
of Shri Balasahebji, said that the moment Balasahebji came to know the 
news, he insisted on visiting Chennai and personally consoling the 
bereaved families.  However, Doctors firmly rejected the idea, keeping 
his ailing health condition in view.  Balasahebji could not stay back 
and started expressing his helplessness in consoling those families to 
whoever visited him in Nagpur. This further deteriorated his health. 
Explaining the kind of trauma Balasahbji went through that period, Sri 
Srikanth Joshi had this to say “Whenever he looked into my eyes, he 
conveyed only one wish i.e visit Chennai. Having seen his resolve, the 
doctors finally had permitted him to go to Chennai on the condition that
 he should first go to Hyderabad from Nagpur and take 2 days of rest and
 then to Chennai, only if he does not have any problem. His health was 
so critical that he could not even travel for four hours at a stretch. 
 As per advice, we flew from Nagpur to Hyderabad, halted for two days 
and then flew to Chennai. As Balasahebji could not walk, he was put on a
 wheel chair during the entire journey.
Just before landing at Chennai, one of 
the Air-hostesses struck a conversation with him. For anyone, it looked 
as if he was going for a special treatment. She asked him as to which 
hospital he was going to. He said “I am not going to any hospital or for
 any treatment. I am coming from Nagpur to visit and console the 
relatives of the people who died in the recent bomb blast”. She was 
surprised at that. She was apprised about his health. Here is an 80 year
 old man, who could not walk on his own, half of whose body has been 
paralyzed, and in addition who could not even urinate on his own as made
 clear by the urine bag hanging by his side, came all the way from 
Nagpur to console the families of the deceased whom he did not even know
 personally. She was completely taken back and left speechless. “Such a 
long journey in such a worst condition?” she pondered. The aircraft 
landed in the Airport. She bought a wheel chair. The Hostess and I 
together could put him in the wheel chair with great difficulty. A car 
was stationed at the end of the airport to pick us up. She took the 
wheel chair up the car and helped him to sit in the car. She touched his
 feet after he sat in the car. She said, “You are really a Mahatma. At 
this age, in this condition and with the kind of troubles you have, you 
have come to share the grief of others. I have never seen such a person 
in my life. You indeed are a Mahatma” and went off.
The car went into Chennai. It was about 
10.30 in the morning by the time we reached our place of stay. 
Balasahebji was insisting me to take him to the Karyalaya. Balasahebji 
was told that the relatives of the blast victims were asked to assemble 
at 4 pm and he could meet all of them at that time. He calmed down after
 that. Doctors had examined him and were worried. His blood pressure was
 180/110. He was given tablets to reduce the BP. Doctors were wondering 
as to how to take him to the Karyalam. By afternoon his BP had risen to 
220/120. Doctors feared that if the same continues, he might have a 
heart attack or could be paralyzed once again. Balasahebji was 
questioning the delay. With growing impatience, he asked why we were not
 moving. With no option left, I informed the doctors that we should go 
to Karyalay at any cost as Balasahebji made a strong resolve.  I also 
asked them to be ready with medical emergencies, in case of unexpected 
eventualities as I could sense that his health would further deteriorate
 if we stayed back. Doctors too had to agree.
We took him to karyalay leaving the rest
 to God. Seated in the wheel chair, Balasahebji approached the 
photographs of the martyred svayamsevaks. He offered floral tributes to 
each one. He put tilak and lit the lamps. He offered dhupam. He was 
shaking with grief. He looked around the damaged karyalay with tears 
flowing from eyes. Nearly 200 Swayamsevaks and families were seated 
inside the shamiana, among whom there were relatives of the martyrs such
 as mother, sister, brother, father , etc. They were introduced to 
Balasahebji. Balasahebji spoke for some time with great difficulty. “I 
have come to meet you. In fact I should have come much earlier. How can I
 console you? How can I reduce your grief? I am the Sarsanghachalak, 
head of the institution. I should have come first. I should have come 
and consoled you first. But doctors did not allow me to come. I have 
come as soon as they allowed me to travel. Please pardon me. This kind 
of murder of Swayamsevaks causes a lot of grief. It is impossible to 
fill the gap. I have come to meet you. My health condition is not good. 
Still it is my duty to meet you. I also share your personal grief. I can
 understand your grief.”All the family members of the martyrs were moved
 by this and some of them with moist eyes spoke “By your coming our 
grief has reduced. Even in this condition, you have come this far just 
to share our grief. This is what we wanted. You are really a God. You 
are a real Mahatma.” Babasaheb ji was not allowed to speak much. His 
speech in Hindi was translated in Tamil. After the Prarthana, he was 
taken back for rest. Doctors heaved a sigh of relief and checked his BP.
 It was 120/80 just normal.”
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