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Dr Pranita Gopal
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1- Ahalya
2- Sarayus Sorrow
3- Snakes and Ladders
4- The Autumn of the Patriarch
5- The Original Sin
6- Children of Lust
7- The First Christmas
8- War and Love
9- Barrel Life
10- And Quiet Flowed the Beas
11- Worship
12- Scholar, Politician and Priest
13- Lifes Journey
14- Galileos Truth
15- Caliph of Two Worlds
16- The Saga of a Warrior
17- Aurangzeb too Dies
18- Under the Peepal
19- Maya
20- Destiny
21- The Devil has a Religion
22- A Ghost and a Secret
23- Mayank Passes
24- Michael and the Witch
25- Sacrifice
26- Coma
27- The Lights Below the Darkness
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Ahalya
I knew you would come to deliver me from my
stony existence, Ahalya said touching Ramas feet.
Im just a means, Rama said with an
understanding smile. Deliverance is ones own
choice, not given by somebody else.
But your touch sent grace flowing through my
being. I could feel it. I felt the stone within me
melting away. The lightness of my being now
brings me bliss untold.
Ahalya was living in a granite cave ever since the
intercourse she had had with Indra, the lord of
Svargaloka. Gods can transform your life in either
way, she realised. Here is a god who liberated her
from the monolith that weighed down her
consciousness, a monolith that was put there in her
consciousness by another god.
She had become a monolith after Indra visited
her that day when her husband, Sage Gautama, old
man with wrinkled skin and matted hair, had gone
to fetch the materials required for his religious
oblations. Indra looked like Gautama; he had
disguised himself as Gautama. Gautama without
wrinkles. Gautama whose hair was more scented
than matted. Gautama whose eyes exuded the
inviting intoxication of lust.
Ahalya felt her youth moistening and longing for
intoxication. She succumbed to the temptation
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Sarayus Sorrow
He sat down on the bank of the Sarayu with
a heavy heart. The palace of Ayodhya stood
silhouetted against the setting sun. He could hear a
cry rising beyond the scarlet horizon like the
subdued rumble of a reluctant thunder.
He wanted her, to be with him till the end of
his life, to be his lifes ultimate meaning. But she
had refused to undergo yet another fire test.
How many fire tests will be required before
my husband can trust my fidelity? There was fire
in her eyes as she asked that question. But it was a
subdued fire. Like the fire inside a volcano.
Its not I who suspect your fidelity, he
explained. You know the people of Ayodhya.
They think any woman who has spent even a single
night in the abode of another man is sullied. And
you know how many nights you spent in the abode
of a rakshas.
He was torn between conflicting desires.
He wanted her, body and soul. His subjects loved
him, no doubt. Some of them even adored him.
Such love is impersonal, however. There is nothing
like the love of ones beloved. Had Ravana indeed
not touched her? Can a rakshas be so good at heart?
Are the people making unnecessary allegations and
demands? Hadnt she already proved her innocence
by jumping into the fire that Lakshmana had ignited
at her insistence?
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of his sight once and for all before the ripple in his
heart would become a turbulence. Are you really
selfless? Draupadis question wiggled in his heart.
Why dont you at least see the adharma of what
is happening here? Draupadi demanded throwing a
contemptuous glance at Yudhishtira. Which son of
a king would wager his wife? Which man can
wager his wife having lost himself first?
Whom did you lose first, yourself or me? She
turned to her husband who had lost the game of
dice.
Yudhishtira sat sullenly. Draupadi looked her
other four husbands. They diverted their gaze from
her.
What is a woman? Draupadi asked herself. A
commodity for men to buy and sell as they please?
This man, the great patriarch, the selfless one,
hadnt he done the same with other women too?
Dharma is too subtle, my dear, declared
Bhishma, I am unable to resolve your question in
the proper way.
Truth is simple, returned Draupadi. But
dharma is subtle.
Bhishma could not reply. Rajneeti has its own
dharma. She could not understand that. Can she
understand the silence of all her husbands, brave
warriors as they are? The first loyalty is to the
king. Their king had lost himself. He had lost them
too. He had lost her too. That is the dharma of
rajneeti. If Yudhishtira answered her question, if he
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Children of Lust
Self-righteous fool that I am! Lot beat his chest
and lamented. His cries rose to the heavens,
Yahweh! Forgive me, forgive me.
Lots sin was manifold. Lust and incest. He
copulated with both of his daughters. His
daughters children would not be his grandchildren
as it should have been. How disgraceful! The
mountains off Zoar echoed his laments.
Lot had fled Sodom because of its immorality.
The people were like pigs wallowing in filth: they
wallowed in sex and sensuality. Bored of the
women, the men of Sodom sought and found their
delights in male bodies. Left to themselves, their
women too discovered their own delights: in the
bodies of each other. Bodily pleasures. Of the
unnatural kind. Damnation. Death.
The wombs of Sodom cried to the heavens for
seeds to germinate. The heavens heard the cries.
Yahweh opened the gate of the heavens and told Lot
to move out.
You have been a temperate man, said Yahweh
to Lot. You did not forsake the ways I had
ordained for humanity. So shall I save you from the
perdition that is about to fall on your land and its
men and women as well as their offspring.
A dream. A dream of a man who wanted
something more than the body and its pleasures. A
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Barrel Life
Im going to die, declared Diogenes. He was
96.
By the time you reach the age of 96 you will
have acquired the wisdom to know when to die.
You can have such wisdom even earlier. Depends
on what life taught you. Rather what you cared to
learn from life.
Diogenes was on a street in Athens. Dying. The
street was his home. When the weather was too
good outside he chose to get into a barrel.
Somebody had gifted him that barrel.
Why somebody? Greece was mad enough to
understand the madness of Diogenes and appreciate
it. But Greece was not mad enough so that
Diogenes was prompted to declare with the
certainty that comes only to the votaries of Apollo
and Dionysius that Most men are within a fingers
breadth of being mad.
It takes a wise man to discover a wise man,
declared Diogenes with the same ApollonianDionysian certainty when Xeniades of Corinth
bought him from the slave dump. He had been sold
as a slave by one of the administrators of Greece
who wished to get rid of his ravings from the
country.
What slave work do you want me to do for
you? asked Diogenes when he had been bought.
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Worship
Nebamun was determined and nothing could
deter him now. Now was his opportunity. Antony
had gone back to Rome being summoned by
Caesar. Cleopatra would be alone. Nebamun could
offer her his heart. Offer his heart to the goddess of
love whom age cannot wither or custom cannot
stale that was how one of Antonys commanders
described her the other day.
Let her trample upon his heart if she so chooses.
Nebamun was the devotee and Cleopatra was the
goddess. The goddess can choose what to do with
the devotee and it is the bounden duty of the
devotee to obey, to make whatever sacrifice the
goddess demands.
He stood outside Cleopatras royal chamber
waiting until she came out.
Your Majesty, Nebamun drew Cleopatras
attention when she was about to pass him by as if he
never existed. Queens dont pay attention to
ordinary soldiers even if they stand in places where
they are not expected.
Yes, said Cleopatra staring at him. What do
you want? Why are you standing here outside my
chamber?
I wish to speak to you alone, said Nebamun.
What about?
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Lifes Journey
I will soon be thrown into the mass grave along
with the naked corpses of the other soldiers. I am
Colonel Chabert, not just an ordinary soldier,
Colonel Chabert who led a whole regiment of
soldiers to many a victory for none other than
Napoleon himself. I have been famous when the
blood still ran in my veins reddening my cheeks
with the zest for conquests. But now I am no more
than a body going to be thrown into a mass grave
with very ordinary bodies.
Death makes you a mere body. All bodies are
equal and ordinary. What makes you different is
life, your life.
My last battle was the toughest. The Battle of
Eylau. Our brave French soldiers met the equally
brave Russian soldiers in the most inclement of
weathers in Arctic conditions. The fatal wound I
received runs from the nape of my neck to just
above my right eye. You can still see it. My blood
stopped running through my veins. There was little
blood left for the veins to carry.
No wonder they thought me dead.
The distance between life and death is just a
moment. The other day I happened to watch a man
with grey hairs but a face suffused with vitality
buying apples from a wayside seller. The man
looked as if he would live another twenty years,
hale and hearty. Just as he picked up his basket of
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Galileos Truth
Generally speaking, truth has been suffered to
exist in the world just to the extent that it profited
the rulers of society. [Barrows Dunham, Man
Against Myth, 1947]
And yet it moves, mumbled Galileo as he
walked out of the Inquisition Chamber having
accepted the punishment imposed on him for
upholding the truth.
The earth is not the centre of the universe.
Galileo had argued. The sun was the centre of the
solar system. The earth moved round the sun. The
earth was just another planet like many others.
Your teaching explicitly contradicts the Holy
Scripture, said Cardinal Bellarmine. You run the
risk of being branded a heretic and being burnt at
the stake. We exhort you to abandon the
mathematical
hypothesis
completely
and
unconditionally. You will not hold the opinion that
the sun stands still and the earth moves. You will
not henceforth hold, teach, or defend it any way
whatever, either orally or in writing.
The Scripture! What do these people understand
of the Scripture? Galileo had despaired of trying to
make the religious leaders understand that the
Scripture was poetry to be interpreted for the sake
of bringing the truth to the people in a way they
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Maya
Her face made my heart skip a beat. Was it
really her? I had not met Maya for over thirty
years. But the perfect symmetry of her thin but
mysteriously seductive lips could not have escaped
me. I was walking up towards the Hanuman
Temple on the Jakhoo Hill in Shimla when the
perfect symmetry on a wrinkled face beneath a
silver shock of fluttering hair hit my heart like a
perverted arrow of Kamadeva. She was wearing a
saffron
robe.
A
rosary
of
fairly
huge rudraksh beads lay on her breast. The fire in
her eyes had not burned out yet though melancholy
was threatening to overpower it. She had entered a
narrow trail from the main road.
Maya, I called.
She halted but did not turn back. I called the
name again. This time she did turn back to look at
the person who had uttered a sound that she did not
apparently want to hear. I walked closer to her.
She stared at me. I smiled.
Sam! She said concealing her surprise with
practised expertise. Why are you here?
As a tourist, I said matter-of-factly. But I
seem to have struck a goldmine, I ran into you.
I assured her that I was not searching for her at
all. Our encounter was a pure coincidence. But a
lucky one, I added.
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Destiny
What are you thinking of so deeply? Anita
asked her husband as they were walking up the
narrow street leading to the school where they were
going for an interview for teaching jobs. The bus
that took them from the suburban rail station had
dropped them at the foot of the hillock that was
majestically crowned by the school building.
I was thinking of our destiny, answered
Sridhar. Ive just a few years left for retirement.
You have a few more years. And here we are
hunting for a job.
What is in your destiny, no one can take away.
What is not in your destiny, no one can give you.
She laughed glumly. She was repeating exactly
what Sridhar had told her the other day when she
grieved the death of the school where they both had
been working for years.
Their school was founded by an industrialist. He
now wanted an amusement park in its place. The
city needs relaxation, he argued. People who were
not very kind to him said that the school failed to
bring in as much profit as an amusement park
would.
Sridhar shared his wifes gloomy laughter. This
street strangely reminded me of my village and my
walks to my school and back home, he said. Wild
shrubs and brambles with carefree flowers on the
sides. No traffic. Only the hum and buzz of some
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Mayank Passes
Mayank had been through countless admission
tests. The worried look on his mothers face had
become a source of guilt for the little boy.
Im sorry, mom, he consoled his mother. He
didnt know what else to say. The way she looked
at him with so much pity in her eyes made him feel
guilty, guilty of being alive, guilty of having been
born.
Mayank was lucky that his father was so busy
with his job in the city that he lacked the luxury of
the time for worrying about his son. Otherwise how
would he bear to see two dear faces carrying an
endless worry named Mayank? Mother was a
teacher in Ananda Vidyashram which belonged to
Phenomenananda Baba and faced the threat of
extinction.
Mayank was a class 3 student of Ananda
Vidyashram. But when the new session started
there were only a handful of students all together in
the school. Phenomenananda Baba was not
interested in running the school. The school was
started by his great, great grandfather, Anantananda
Baba, as part of his ashram so that wholesome
education would be provided free to the children of
the locality. The Babas who succeeded brought
about various reforms in the school according to the
needs of the times. The regular rise in the fees,
removal of certain facilities and closing down of
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Sacrifice
Im going. Umar said without looking at
anyone. Without looking he could see the tear
drops welling in the eyes of his wife and the
relatives who had come to his home either that
morning or the previous evening.
His wife had been forcing him to take at least one
more person along with him. He was going for the
first time to such a faraway place. Srinagar was at
the other end of the country. It was a long journey
from Ernakulam to Jammu Tawi by train and from
there by bus to Srinagar. Umar wanted to be alone
all the way.
Allah! He let out a small prayer as he
embarked the Jammu Tawi Express.
Sitting near the window he looked at Faisal who
was standing on the platform. Faisal had come with
him to the railway station. He wanted to be with
him till Srinagar and back.
Let me bear this pain myself, Umar had told
him.
It was not his pain alone, Umar knew. It was the
pain of a family, a community, a society. It was the
pain of mankind itself. And the pain was caused by
his son, Rahim.
Why did Rahim do it?
Umar could not
understand that.
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Coma
It was a phone call that Tony had never
expected.
Tony lived in the remote fringes of the country,
in a village called Shella in the MeghalayaBangladesh border. He taught at St Edmunds
Senior Secondary School there. Father Lawrence
de Mendez had offered him the job as an English
teacher in the senior secondary section as soon as
he had completed his post-graduation from NorthEastern Hill University, Shillong. It was difficult to
get qualified teachers in the remote areas of the
state, and Tony had imagined that as the reason for
his appointment without such formalities as the
interview.
Later on he came to suspect that through his
appointment Father Lawrence was trying to curry
favour with the Provincial, Father Varghese.
Father Lawrence was not quite happy with his
posting in what he called "the end of the world."
He wanted a transfer to some place that was "in
contact with civilisation."
Tony was a nephew of Father Varghese and the
latter was a little worried about the young man's
"character development."
"Something's not quite all right with Tony,"
Father Varghese confided in Father Lawrence
during one of his rare visits to Shella. "He is very
immature, childishly egotistic, and very moody
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Ha ha ha
No, no one was laughing at Father Benedicts
theory about destiny. It was old Mr Jain taking his
usual evening walk in the garden near the lecturers
quarters. Mr Jains son, Rakesh Jain, was also a
lecturer in the English department.
Old Mr Jain let out quite a few loud laughs while
he walked in the evenings. Who was he laughing
at? Father Benedict had asked him once as he joined
him in his walk for a short while.
Old Mr Jain stopped leaning lightly on his
walking stick and looked at Father Benedict.
Laugh and the world laughs with you, said Old
Mr Jain very gravely. Dont you feel like laughing
when you hear me laugh?
Eventually Father Benedict found out that Old
Mr Jain started laughing this way after attending a
seminar that some Art of Living group had
conducted in the college auditorium. They were
told in the seminar that those who laughed lived
longer.
Old Mr Jains laughter was very
mechanical, though. Just a series of has. Like the
sounds produced by an old car that has ignition
problems.
On another occasion Father Benedict asked Old
Mr Jain how long he wanted to live.
Someone has told you that story about the Art of
Living seminar? That was Old Mr Jains response.
Isnt that right?
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New church?
Yes, he founded a new church when he reached
Kerala having sold his school in Assam. The
Church of Revelation, he called it. He built a huge
church building and gathered quite a lot of
followers too. Again, people say that he bought the
followers with American money.
Where does Bejoy enter this story? I was
becoming impatient.
Bejoy did not become a member of Cherians
church much as he was persuaded to. If you believe
in god, youll have to believe in the devil too, he
said something like that.
Amazing, I blurted out. You remember Zorba,
the Kazantzakis character? I knew that James was
familiar with the novel.
I knew you would get that parallel. Yes, Bejoy was
somewhat like Zorba; he had an instinctual dislike of all
theories and theologies. People should not pervert
themselves with such things, he seemed to think.
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Ok, but...
I know youre impatient to know about why
Bejoy killed Cherian.
It seems Bejoy knew
something about Johns death that nobody else
knew. It was not a natural death probably.
You mean... He was done in?
Im not sure. But something went wrong
between Cherian and Bejoy a few days back.
Cherians servants, none of whom understand
Assamese, say that there was a loud argument in
which Johns name was mentioned a number of
times and Cherian pulled out a pistol from
somewhere. The sight of the pistol infuriated
Bejoy. He snarled at Cherian like an enraged
animal and sprang on him before he could even
realise what was happening. It was Bejoy who
pulled the trigger.
No one knows why?
The police will find out, lets hope. But
somebody translated what Bejoy said as he was
taken away by the police. He said pointing at
Cherians dead body, He died because he taught
me morality.
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BMW
Sheila could not sleep. She turned this way and
that in bed. Her husband was working on his
computer as usual to meet yet another deadline.
Life is about meeting deadlines these days, she
thought as she turned yet again letting the bed sheet
fall off her body. She could never sleep without a
bed sheet on her body, however hot the weather
might be.
Has little Robins angst entered my body like a
ghost? Sheila wondered. Robin was a student of
hers in class 4. Sheila was a teacher in a residential
school. Robin, one of her students, had lost his
usual cheer and grace in the last few days.
What happened to you, young man? Sheila
confronted Robin in the hostel before his bedtime.
The little boy wouldnt speak. He began to sob
instead.
Come on, tell me, whats the problem. I assure
you of a solution whatever the problem.
It took much cajoling and more tenderness to get
words through Robins sobs. They not believe,
Mam... Dad has a BMW, I say them. They make
fun...
So you want to prove to your friends that your
dad has a BMW, is that all?
He has, Mam. You also not believe?
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