T he night
was gloomy and the humid with no soul walking around .Air was thin and the
leaves were trying hard to move in the stillness whose origin was related to
the the earth-moon position and tidal waves harmony.The night so dark
that it needed no extra adjective to describe itself.It was as dark as coal.In
such night D was almost staggering to reach his dear wife who was alone
in the house.While walking across the boundary walls of an old cementary with
large oak trees planted across its periphery ,he heard a murmur,"I am
lost.Show me the path.I am lost..."
D hesitated to turn back or look aside
but humanitarian attitude of the species ,Homo Sapiens often win in situation
like this.He did turned back and followed the voice which was coming from
somewhere in the cementary.He reached an old grave beside which was sitting an
old figure,very much alive,could be said as his murmur could be
heard clearly in that gloomy and humid night.D's heart was pounding fast but he
was a man,a self made man.He was'nt afraid of such circumstances.He niether
feared ghost not liked angels.But,he did put his faith in dark powers.
He asked
with a strong voice,"What are you doing here". The old man
replied with his face still turned around,"I am lost.I am a man with no
eyes.Please show me the path."
D
said,"Come on,grab my hand."The hand felt cold in that sweating
night.
The man turned around,a man
in his fifties with a long face decorated with an unevenly grown beard.His
attire was not of my desire but for sure,his outfit best suited his beard.His
attire needn't need description. Nonetheless,he could be compared with a
Sadhu.A sadhu ,the thought made D think about the existence of God which he has
always denied.
"Why are you
here?",he asked.
"I am lost.Take me out
of here.See,I cannot see?",the old man of the cementary replied.
D observed his eyes
closely.It where not the eyes of a blind.It had a glow like that of a sadhu.He
can see.D thought.
"But you can see.You
are not blind from your eyes."D said in a confident tone.
There was a silence for a
second.Silence in such grave silence,for a second.
"Yes ,I have eyes.Real eyes.But i am blind.My inner eyes is unable to see
anything.I see but i cannot see.So,you can see ,why i cannot see.",the old
man started talking aesthetic.
"Are you an
alien.",D tried to confirmed.
"What is an
alien?",The man murmured in confusion.
"Never mind",D
said.
A sadhu who wanted to be a beggar;a rich beggar.Making a plot of something
deep and spiritual to elude D in order to make some easy money was going to take an ugly turn of which the
sadhu was not aware of.Their is not much difference between a sadhu and a
beggar.Both roams,one in search of God and Peace while the other in search of
easy money and food.One is given respect while the other is never invited.Both
wears simple just enough to cover the body.But still sadhu has been respected
since ages but now in this modern times ,even sadhu s are finding a hard times
for survival.Today’s hectic scenario has given limited space for his
movements.And this old sadhu by the grave was one of the victim.A victim of
times,circumstances and events which was never in the favour of their
fraternity.
Mr .D took the old man from the cementary to curvy and bumpy roads to a
nearby slums which was not far from the city.Slum dwellers on seeing D closed
their windows and shut their doors giving a gesture of the arrival of a fearing
and heinous creature.The old man was unaware of the conspiracy which was being
woven inspite of his presence.May be the old man,the sadhu was hungry of
popularism and afraid of loneliness and abandonement which his sadhugiri has
given him.This must have blinded his inner eyes .This must have blinded his
faith and ignorant to his own knowledge which he has been spreading for years,to adapt with circumstances .He was
lost.
D took him to a old cemented cottage among hundred of jhoparis.He was’nt as
afraid because he was’nt aware and also because he was alone in the nasty world which thinks of
everyone but cares for none.The world which has sympathy in its dictionary but
denies the existence of word empathy.The
Dark Lord or Modern Day Mafia with dark powers appeared before them.A
tall,cunning-looking and sharp-eyed holding a cigar between his lips appeared from
the darkness;the darkness which mocked the kerosene lamp which with its weak luminance
was trying to remove darkness.Mr. D presented the case of inner eyes Vs outer eyes.
The mafia said,”Hmmm.His inner eyes has gone blind.”.
“Ji,Sahib”,D replied .
“Hmmm.If he can’t see with the outer eyes,then we
need to do urgent operation.”.the mafia said in hurrying tone.
The sadhu was
taken inside for operation unaware of the happenings.He has submitted himself to
the circumstances.
Meanwhile,the voice of the Mafia roared,”This sadhu will make a
good beggar”.
The Sadhu ,poor old man cried in pain ;pain accompanied
with a smile because his outer eyes were showing him the world which his inner eyes
has never dreamed of.
