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So far his life goes,practically nothing is knowing of his early years.It is fairly certain that he was born of a middle class Brahmin family in a small town in hyderabad state. Possibly his parents died when he was young, because at very early age he left home to follow a Muslim Fakir. A few year later the fakir died and he joined a Hindu guru . He was deeply attached to his Guru , whom he referred to by the affectionate diminutive of "Venkusa".He has told the story of how they met and of thier life together.

Once I was discussing the Puranas and other works we were reading with three friends and aruging how to attain realization

One said that we should depend on ourselves not on Guru, because Gita says "Raise yourself"

The third said that forms are always changing and the Formless is unchanging, so we must constantly make distinction between the Eternal and the tarnsitory.

"The fourth disliked theory. He said Let us simply do iur duty and surrender our whole life and body and speech to Guru who is all pervading. Faith in him  is all that is needed"

"As we roamed through the forest we met a labourer who asked us where were we going in the heat of the day and warned us that we should get lost in trackless and for no purpose. He invited us to stay and share his food, but rejected his offer and advice and walked on. And in fact we did lose our way in that vast,dense forest.

'He met us a second time and said that we had got lost through trusting to our own skill and that we needed a guide. Again he invited us to share his food, telling us that such an offer was auspicious and should not be spurined however we again declined his invitaion and conitued our way. Only I felt hungry and went back and accepted a piece of bread from him and drank some water.

Then the Guru appreaed and asked what we were aruging about and I told him all about what we were aruging about and how no respect, but I bowed down to him revrently. Then he took me to a well, tied my legs with a rope, and suspended me head downwards from a tree that was growing beside it. My head was about three feet above the water, so that i could not reach it.My Guru left me there and five hour later and asked me how i was geeting on. I was delighted with me and embraced me, passing great love and made me his disciple, whereupon I entirely forgot my mother and father and all my desires.

I loved to gaze on him. I had no eyes except for him. i did not want to go back .I forgot evrything but the Guru.  My whole life was concentrated in my sight on him. He was the obejct of my meditions.In silence I bowed down.

This is typical Sai baba account because the whole story is symbolical. The forest is the jungle of the mind in which the quest for Truth takes place, and the four friends and four miodes of approach.The labourer is Guru and the food he offers is his Grace.The Guru appeared means that after the youth has acccepted the food he discovers that the giver of it really is the the divine Guru.

Sai Baba

                      

sai baba introduction

Look,here comes the crazy fakir again

The shopkeepers turned and looked up the street at the tall,gaunt youth who was striding towards them, energetic but aloof , speaking no body.

No one knew who he was. He had first appeared in little town of shirdi as lad about as a lad of about sixteen in 1872, as wanderning fakirs do, none knowing whence or why.He wandered away again, roamed about for while, and then came back and spent the rest of life there. During his earlier visit he lived under a neem tree , sitting there in daytime ,sleeping on the bare ground at night , eating what little food the charitable townfolk gave him. When he stop wandering and settled down at shirdi , he went first to a little hindu temple there , intending to make it his abode but the custodian

Mahalsapathy who later become one of his closest  disciples , regarded him as a Muslim fakir and refuses him as admission , bidding him go to the mosque to live . He did so, and the little mud walled 

mosque remained his home.

He spoke with the holy men, hindu or muslim who occasionaly passed through the town, and the one of them had told the townsfolk watch that yong fakir he is a jewel on a dunghill.

But they they had not taken much notice. It seemed more likely to them that he was a bit cracked. He did not mix with them -scarely spoke. He sometimes said namaz (the ritualistic Islamic prayer that he has to said five times a day), but very soledom .he had queen habits of his own too he kept a fire burning perpetually  in the little mosque more like a Parsi than a Muslim and he burned little oil lamps there.

Except for a handful of food, oil for the lamps was the only thing he needed and he used to go to go to the shopkeppers to beg it. That was what he must coming for now. One of them nudged the others  let's have some fun with him let's refuse to give him oil.

A sprinkling of sightseers gathered round. Refused oil , the young fakir turned and went back with no words of complaint or besseching.

Let's follow him back and see what he will do someone suggested. The old herd instinct of baiting the outsiders was at work.

They soon saw. Arrived back at mosque the fakir picked up a mud pot of water that stood there and filled the lamps from it and they burned as with oil.

There was no nudging or tittering now. In sudden awe they fell at his feet and begged him not to curse them for what they have done.

No more talk of crazy fakirs. The people of shirdi belived now in the jewel on the dunghill. They knew that they had a man of power among them. They soon found that he was a saint and teacher with enormous power compassion for those who suffered.

Nevertheless, he remained bizarre, a man of mystery. Nobody knew his name. Sai baba is not name. Sai (pronounced approximately like 'sigh') is a Persian word for 'saint' and Baba is hindi term of of endearment and respect meaning 'father' . Nobody knew why he chose shirdi as his abode. Rather a village then a town, six miles from the naearest Railway station, not previously a spritiual centre and yet remained there for nearly half a century.