Meditation is contagious.
Actually I don't know much about Bhagat Singh.
If you type his name in google another famous Bhagat Singh will pop up. Just by coincidence (if such a thing exist) I came to know about his existence and decided to pay him a visit in the mysterious town named Hoshiarpur.
He was sitting on his bed zapping on a remote - while he disinterested watched the endlessness of
Punjabi TV-channels. He greeted me warmly
asking me to take place in a small plastic chair beside his big bed. Small moments of verbal
 interaction between us were interrupted by
infinite long passages of TV-gazing. I decided
to close my eyes instead of watching advertising
 and crying or singing Indian heroines.
Tremendous and galactic silence became alive
and was looking from within the body that just a
 few minutes ago had called itself Gunnar.
When "I" again opened the eyes I saw very
clearly that Bhagat Singh actually not was
watching anything at all! He was the aware space inside me. Bhagat Singh smiled and said:
I love you very much!
Then a devotee came with tea and cookies.