Puj Dadaji

PujDadaji

Pravachan by Puj Dadaji:

    
        

Puj Dada Ratanchand Sahib, the founder-father of Sufi Dar, was born on 4 November 1926 to Rukmini Devi and Bhai Pessumal Dodani in Hyderabad, Sindh. For five years the parents were not blessed with children. Dadaji’s maternal grandfather, Bhai Hemandas Chatlani, a pious soul, used to visit Sain Qutub Ali Shah Badshah regularly. One day, he placed his turban (as a mark of respect and humility) at the feet of Badshah Sain and humbly prayed for his daughter, Rukmini Devi, to be blessed with a son. Badshah Sain felt so pleased to hear the plea and petition of his dear devotee that he said: “I will send one of my own”. Soon Rukmini Devi gave birth to a son who was named Ratan. Sadly, Rukmini Devi passed away when Dadaji was only two years old. His grandfather, Bhai Hemandas, took charge of Dadaji. As a result, Dadaji was surrounded by the wisdom and spirituality of saints from His childhood and their company shaped his life.

Behind Dadaji’s home in Hyderabad stood the temple of “Yaari-Wara-Peer” (a very powerful saint). Before going to school each morning, Dadaji used to sweep and wash the temple premises. Unlike his companions, Dadaji preferred to spend his time in the company of saints and dervishes.

Dadaji began working in 1945 at a textiles company, M/s. Kishinchand Chellaram, in Mumbai. He was subsequently transferred to the company’s branches in Benaras, Jaipur and Delhi. In 1953, he joined another textiles company, Vensimal Kalachand, in Delhi. Here too, he was sent from one branch to another, from Delhi to Mumbai and Calcutta and finally Chennai where he was asked to establish a new branch. It was in 1988 that Dadaji retired.

In 1953, during the period that Dadaji was in Delhi, he met Pujniya Baba Gopaldas Sahib (Talib) at Darvesh Asthan, Majnu-ka-Tilla where the sacred Samadhi of Puj Shahenshah Baba Nebhraj Sahib stands. He became a regular devotee to the Darvesh Asthan. Baba Gopaldas Sahib (Talib), pleased by his devotion, would ask him to meditate in the ghufa (cave like entrance to Baba Shahenshah’s samadhi at Darvesh Asthan), especially on Saturday nights. Dadaji was later transferred to Calcutta where he established a small temple which still exists and bears the name “Dukh Bhanjan Darbar” (an abode which removes all sorrows).

During his stay in Chennai, Dadaji met Sain Dr. Hariram, the son and successor of Sain Dr. Rochaldas Sahib of Shanti Nagar, Ulhasnagar. Sain Dr. Rochaldas Sahib was also a devoted follower of Sain Qutab Ali Shah Badshah. Dadaji requested Sain Dr. Hariram for initiation (naam) after meeting him in Chennai. Sain Dr. Hariram at once accepted Dadaji as his disciple. He also revealed that he had been summoned by the divine to visit Chennai specifically to give Dadaji naam.

Sufi Dar Trust was established under Dadaji’s inspiration and able guidance as a humble dedication to Puj Shahenshah Baba Nebhraj Sahib. First, he set up a small temple on Waltax Road, Chennai, where 30 to 40 devotees would regularly join the fellowship gatherings. As the congregation of devotees grew, Dadaji shifted the temple to its present site in Mylapore, Chennai.

Sufi Dar has also become a centre of service for the impoverished, the needy and the distressed. Dadaji was a source of inspiration to the devotees and served them as a friend, philosopher, guide, and above all, a master and guru.

Dadaji’s compassion was not restricted only to human beings. It included defenseless creatures, birds and animals which in his view were also a part of God’s creation. Today, this teaching has inculcated similar feelings among the devotees and sevadaars who regularly feed animals as part of the rituals conducted by Sufi Dar.

From a family perspective, Dadaji was a father of six children – two sons and four daughters. According to the teachings of the Gita, he discharged his worldly duties and devoted his time and attention to Sufi Dar.

Puj Dadaji, the pious crusader of love and divinity, merged with the Lord on 25 November 2013.

He will continue to shower his blessings on us all.

Huq Maujood, Sada Maujood!