Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Saadhu

The devotees sat glim eyed and awashed in the flow of his intellect.His smile bore the grace of a bright winter sky yet the power of a mountain falling over to the wind.There were thousands who ascended the mountains with their wives and children to catch a glimpse of the sadhu every day .It was believed that the Sadhu was one of nature.His body merely canvassed what was believed was a unison of the elements of nature and the energy stored within him.On a clear sky he seemed to have a plastered smile garnishing his face and on a cloudy day his eyes would leak water.During the winter as leaves would fall so would all the hair on his body.In summers when the valleys would run dry his ribs would jut out like a cage being pushed through a wall of clay and his eyes would remain red for months.




He considered it not as an affliction but a gift.He felt pain but he felt pure too.That,he claimed was a small price to pay to be one of nature's own children and to be under the hands of god himself.He seldom talked to anyone but still thousands would come from far and away to witness this conspicuous man and the many variations of his inborn diction that they would lay bare at the best of their personal judgments.It was the greatest thrill of all.The nakedness of someone else's body was as artistic as people were willing to get with their imaginations.Many thought of him as a God and many cried fould to his antics and declared it theatrical for the simple minded.Medical journalists crowned him as alien and a possible medical phenomenon wheareas the law makers of the valley declared him a fraud and a baffoon for trying such tricks and the impotence of them to affect anyone else but him.


On a grey winter day an army of tall,heavily built men in brown overcoats and huge assemblies of machinery moved into the valley.It was declared that the hills bordering the underbelly of the territory on the other side had to be paved clear for a trade route to be layed which would serve as a transport route between the territories.People were dazed at how such a feat would be accomplished in what the men claimed would take just a couple of days.Rumours spread all over that there were to be orchestrated an explosion,a celestially inhuman feat,a blast of proportions that would swallow the hills and reduce them to dust in a matter of moments.Awe struck by the idea the people demanded to be audience for a show that promised such grandness.



So it came to be.The people of the valley lined up like goats against the blades of the Ganga near the foot of the hills about to be brought down to their own.On the other side of the valley the mountain now deserted and abreast its flat summit inside his hut the sadhu sat staring at the thatched roof muttering to himself "May man's will be blessed by another's".



The Liutenant of the army raised his hand signalling the advent of something majestic.The levers were pushed,the wires ignited and with a thunderous explosion all that remained of the hills and the sadhu were mere dust.He vanished as if eaten by the earth or scalloped by the sky into figments of air.The people of the valley stood stunned,gaping at the blue sky that slowly began to emerge from behind the clouds of dust.Back at the Sadhu's hut a couple of devotees found the place devoid of any human presence which sent them running down to the valley screaming "He ran away,He ran away".The valley exuded with rapturous applause as the men of the army took their bows.

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