The Deciet!

7

Rajbaha Woodlands, Patiala

Rajat was suddenly dumbstruck. Both of them were driving in the same car when the accident occurred. They were speeding on the highway when a truck came and hit them head on. The truck driver has been in jail ever since. After returning back, Rajat had visited the jail once, in order to see the face of the savage who killed him. He wasn’t allowed, but he got the photograph of the truck driver. True to his deeds, he indeed looked like a devil in human grab.

Rajat’s conscious mind had forgotten the incident, or at least suppressed it so that he could live with a continuous thought of that moment. He had developed a coping mechanism. It had all started coming back again. He felt his heart rate increase. His arms and legs were trembling, and he felt very weak. A cold sweat ran along his back, sending a shiver down his spine. He felt as if he is going to choke down, and felt like running away somewhere. It had been months now, since he last got such a panic attack. Jai realized suddenly about what he had triggered. He immediately blew a whiff or air on him. It immediately calmed Rajat’s anxiety, and brought him back to a calm state of mind.

“I am sorry Rajat, but that is the truth. You would have to live with it throughout your life. There was perhaps someone who killed us!” Jai said in a tone of consolation.

“I don’t know Jai.” Rajat replied. “I just wanted to share some things with you that day. I thought it would be important to you. God wanted something else, perhaps!”

“Perhaps, he wants me to know.” Jai said.

Rajat started narrating. “I was happy that I had got a job in your father’s office. My data entry work sometimes made me sit for some extra time. The day I talk about, I sat late to complete my work, while everyone else at the office had gone. I had just completed the work, when I saw the chief accountant Chandrashekharappa come in with another man. They were oblivious of the fact that I was there. It was weird for Chandrashekharappa to come there at that hour. He was your father’s loyalist, and could access the office any time, but it was unusual for him to bring some outsider in the office, where one couldn’t even bring a bag without very heavy scrutiny. What amazed me even more was that he took him straight to the accounts chamber and had him access the accounts details of the company! I hid behind the aluminum walls of my chamber, and watched through the glass partition as they made a payment. I was able to click the photograph of the screen as they made the payment. They transferred a huge amount to M/s Night Star Developers. These were probably office innovators. However, when I researched about the company over the internet, I found that it was located at the market block next to my home in Banashankari. Strangely, the address belonged to the bakery from where we bought our bread and cakes.

I went to the bakery in the evening next day. The teller told me that the shop had been here for past 127 years. This increased my curiosity about the Night Star. I returned to their website and called on the number that they had provided. A lady spoke on the other side, and told me that the address on the website was a mistake, and gave me an alternate address, where I visited the next day in the evening ad talked about the possibility of office innovation. They seemed to be nice people.

While returning back home, I saw the same person at the bakery near my house, whom Chandrashekharappa had got into the office. I thought to tell you the whole thing next day. However, that was never to be.” Rajat stopped. Contemplated for a moment, and then remarked.

“Chandrashekharappa was a big cheat!”

Jai smiled and said. “I think it’s now time to meet someone who would tell you all the truth regarding this matter. There are some things that will send a chill down your spine! Be ready to see the new faces of people you know!”

The Secret

6

Patiala, India

“I can’t believe my eyes, and my ears, Rajat!” Rajat said to Jai. He was so used to calling him Rajat, that calling him by his new name seemed unnatural to him.

“I can’t believe that I am talking to you! Over that, when you tell me about immortal sages and hermitages on this earth, it seems that I am visiting an epic.” Rajat continued.

“Yes!” Jai remarked. “Rajat, we are the epic!” He looked deep into Rajat’s eyes, as if he would pierce through them and enter into his soul. Rajat imbibed the intense communication, by closing his eyes, and feeling Jai’s presence through his soul. He know deep inside, that Jai wasn’t lying. A soul cannot lie! It may change forms and perceptions, but it cannot lie. This was Rajat’s soul.

“We can’t be here for long.” Jai interrupted Rajat’s train of thoughts. ”There are too many people around, and a significant amount of them are presently watching you talk to thin air!”

Rajat turned around, and realized that he was on the high platform in the middle of a park in a place where all others were, perhaps, silent and meditating! He saw a couple of people staring at him in a pretty unforgivable manner. He immediately blushed, and looked at Jai, who sat in front of him.

Jai asked him to get up, and just listen to him. Both of them came out of the crematorium and crossed the narrow street to reach a weird wall full of lifts marked “Shahi Samadhaan”. Rajat saw people getting into the lift hastily. He looked up and saw cable cars running in self-drawn cable paths that materialized and vanished into nothing! The sky level was full of cable cars going and coming from different directions. It was an enigma for Rajat since he arrived in the city. He wondered that who controlled the traffic. Rajat and Jai went to the ‘board’ level, where they were presented with a drop down option to choose their destination.

“Take the northern line to Thapar.” Jai remarked. Rajat looked at him.

“Dude, I can’t touch!” Jai said irritatingly. “I am not a human. I’m not taking the car anyways! I would reach much before it. Meet me at the Rajbaha Woodland”  In an instant, Jai was gone!

Rajat took the cable car to Thapar.

Rajbaha Woodlands

In twenty first century, the forest authorities had developed this two kilometer narrow strip of woods besides the shallow Rajbaha canal into a jogging track amidst the untamed nature. Bound by roads on both the sides, it was an unexpected piece of wilderness in the heart of a city. With time, they had introduced small animals, with the monkeys being the first colonizers, however, today, the black bucks often roamed around the roads and neighborhood.  In absence of a predator, their number had once increased a lot. That was the time that they were shifted to nearby deer park and only fifteen black bucks were allowed to be in the woodlands at any time, with only four females.

Jai stood on the gate of the woodlands as Rajat descended the lift at the station.

“This is my home, Rajat.” He said.

“How do you even manage?” Rajat asked as he entered the green and calm woodlands.

“ Rajat, I know now that the accident in which you died wasn’t an accident at all!” Jai suddenly changed the topic.

(To continue tomorrow….)

Becoming Immortal!

5

The Himalayas

All the mortals had deserted the hermitage by the afternoon. The only ones left were Parashurama and Gorakshak. It was a long afternoon, and Gorakshak lay in his hut; thinking of all that had passed.

His birth in Nepal as a scion of a rich family was the only aberration in his otherwise perfect life. As a child, all the love, attention, and comforts that he got, made him feel suffocated. He always felt as if he was living someone else’s life. It wasn’t until he first met the wandering ascetic Matsyendrak at a Shiva temple that he felt at peace. Gorakshak immediately ran to him and asked him.

“Why does it feel that someone has relieved my pain all at once?” The words were fresh in his mind to this day.

Matsyendrak had laughed and pronounced a syllable in Gorakshak’s ear: “Hroum…..”

Within a second, the whole universe seemed to dissolve for Gorakshak. It felt as if the whole world around him had spun into nullity. The next thing that he remembers was waking up in his mother’s lap. She just asked him to visit her twice every year, which he did religiously till she lived. For rest of the time, he was with Matsyendrak; wandering around the world, and learning hatha yoga from him. By the age of 18, Gorakshak had attained the level of Yoga that Matsyendrak could attain in 40 years. One day, Matyendrak asked him to take care of the hermitage, and went away, never to return.

Gorakshak always knew that there was an important purpose for him, but today seemed to be an anticlimax to his life. For the first time in his life, Gorakshak felt scared. Not of his death, but a life of unfulfilled purpose. He tried to repose his faith in Lord Parashurama, but the last yogic hurdle that he had to cross, posed a huge problem for him.

Late in the afternoon, he heard Lord Parashurama sing the Kathopanishad conversation between Nachiketa, and Yama – the lord of death. The primal human conversation about death made Gorakshak anxious. As he came out of his hut, Lord Parashurama was completing the wick for the large lamp that he used daily for the lamp ritual. He asked Gorakshak to fill the lamp with clarified butter. The slanting rays from the sun, as it appeared dipping over the Asta Mountains of the west casted long shadows amidst rusted reflections in water. It was the time for lighting the lamp.

Lord Parashurama indicated Gorakshak to pick up the big Damaru drums as he himself held the big bell in his left hand and the lighted lamp in the right. He started waving the lamp, as he rang the bell and Gorakshak played the drum by vigorously turning them up and down. The hymn today was different; it was for Kali than for Shiva like in the usual days.

He entered his hut, and among chants and pandemonium of the bell and drums, he held the lightened lamp high, and let the fire touch the straw roof. The straw caught fire immediately. He then moved to the next hut and repeated the actions till all the huts were on fire. He asked Gorakshak to dip the ends of his angavastram cloth into the lamp. After Gorakshak did that, he did the same with his angavastram. As Gorakshak’s clothes caught fire, he tried to throw the burning cloth away, but Lord Parashurama held it and tied a knot of the cloth around his waist. Gorakshak was wincing in pain now! Parashurama held Gorakshak’s arm tight and took him into his burning hut. Gorakshak screamed, and tried to escape, but Parashuram’s grip was too strong. Gorakshak felt his body burning. It was the pain of a thousand cuts, all at once. If there was a hell in this universe, it was this! As Gorakshak cried in pain, he sensed his skin melting like candle wax. It had become difficult to breathe, As he choked on smoke and fire, he saw Matsyendrak come to him and pronounce a syllable in his ears: “Hroum…”

Everything reverberated into that sound, and for a moment, everything froze in time. The next moment Gorakshak could sense was that Lord Parashurama was sitting in front of him in a meditative lotus position. He was blue color of the flame! He his arms, and legs. They were the same blue color as lord Parashurama.

Gorakshak couldn’t feel the heat anymore! The fire had probably purified him. He felt light and happy! All he could hear around was the sound of fire in the wood. It was a soothing music. He heard Lord Parashuram sing the first verse from Rigveda.

अग्निमीळे पुरोहितं यज्ञस्य देवमृत्विजम् । होतारं रत्नधातमम् ॥

I praise the fire, which completes and heads the divine ritual of life, and manifests the fulfillment of desires. (Rigveda 1.1.1)

He sat beside lord Parashurama, and among the burning fire and slipped into deep meditation. He was an immortal now!