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It is the dim haze of mystery that adds enchantment to pursuit.
.......... Antoine Revarol
The haziness of the enigma was too strong to depict any coherent picture. Dusk was falling rapidly and Aadinath's desire to know what was happening around him was at its peak. The gentleness of the breeze relaxed him for a moment or two, but the darker shades that filled his brains with some sort of lacuna made him feel perplexed. The evening was beautiful.. the alternate shades of red and orange completely filled the sky. The sun was gradually disappearing in the infinite horizon and shades of orange and red were slowly replaced by the intermittent shades of grey and black. Aadinath still lost in his thoughts....trying to find out why he failed to understand what was missing? He knew many things but was completely blank. It was like his memory was erased but still some temporary files in the remote part of his brain, gave some flashes of his long lost memories which he still tried to retrieve. He knew who he was... He knew he was the only son of the eminent scientist Prof. Augadh Shastri and a well known psychologist Dr. Shambhavi Shastri. He was not an eminent scholar as his parents, he felt that quite too often... He knew he was into something, but what?? He was neither inclined towards science nor he was a strategic thinker that would make him a great entrepreneur or an economist. He knew he was very much interested in history, theology, philanthropy and the ancient civilizations that lead to upliftment of humans and downfall of humanity... He had clear memories of what he learnt in his school and college... but did he ever attend a university?? Did he graduate for some degree??? Every day he looked at the calendar still unable to believe he was in 2017. His brain was still stuck in the year 2006... even his features were changed!!!!.... He wasn't a teen aged boy but a mature young man. Even the voice he had was something different than that what he expected to hear...Aadinath wondered why did his brain skip 11 years of his life?
" My head will burst someday.. Oh Gosh!!! Why?? Nobody satisfactorily answers my questions.. Not even mom and dad... They say I met with an accident and after that I was in a vegetative state for 10 long years... Then how come I am so fit just like an athlete??... 10 years of vegetative state must have worsened my situation... But I feel more strong than I had been before... I have strong reflexes. I have strong sense of the surroundings...Mama says she has taken good care of me in my bad days, because of which I am strong... may be true... still indigestible..." He believed he had some identity of his own. He believed he learnt something and was set to change the world. " What are those flashes of things I see? Who is that girl.... who often is seen before my eyes trying to tell me something...Is it a fact? or some malfunctioning of my brain cells causing hallucinations?"
His thoughts were interrupted by the honking horns of the truck which was trying to get past the heavy traffic. He was on the 7 floor of his apartment, still the sound of the truck was so harsh that his thoughts were intervened and he had to be back. He realised the pleasant winds had started blowing out to be much harsher now. The temperature had fallen from coolness to chillness. The sun had almost set and the bright stars were taking its place. It was about 7.30 pm. Mr. and Mrs. Shastri both were out of town and today, after so many months, Aadinath had a chance to stay alone at home. Aadinath was never left alone... either a full time nurse was with him to take care or his parents. Aadinath had no ' my time ' since last 6-7 months or so as he was supposed to be in his recovery stage. But from last week his parents seemed confident that Aadinath had almost recovered and they had taken a great chance of leaving him unattended for today's entire day. They were set to return early the next morning. Mr and Mrs. Shastri were skeptical of leaving him all by himself, but Aadinath was sure he could manage without any worries. His parents left though but making sure "Aadi" is comfortable.
Aadinath was tired of being caged since months. The only place he was allowed to venture was the garden nearby and that too under supervision. He never knew who his neighbours were and had literally no interaction with the outside world. The house he was staying in currently, didn't seem familiar. He was born and brought up in Nagpur in a beautiful independent house...with the surroundings full of lush green trees in the vicinity of nature. He was like a free bird and liked to roam about in the nearby forest areas. He never had a fondness for city life and he was happy in his simple sweet home with his grandparents. The hectic schedule of his parents made him stay with his grandparents. His parents used to visit him every weekend but he never used to miss them. His granny was his life... but then his grandparents passed away while he reached his teenage and he had to shift to the place where his parents lived... He remembered his college days... but then... what after that.... it was all blank... he did not even remember the accident that his parents told him...
He was tired being watched... he felt like a celebrity who was constantly guarded. He was lucky he was cared for 24*7 but now he was exhausted because of the intervention with his privacy. He tried to escape the so called virtual prison but the many times he tried to go to a peaceful place alone, his whereabouts would be traced and he would be brought back. God knows how his parents knew where he was!!!!
This time his parents had left him all by himself, still he knew he was constantly spied upon.... but how??? No CCTVs in the house!!!!! He surveyed the entire house... No transmitters or recorders that can record the sound... then how???
He was mentally tired thinking of all these things. Besides, he believed he did something in those 10-11 years... he knew he was not in a vegetative state... he could feel the energy.... he knew .... something.... Suddenly he heard his name... "Aadinath..." He turned around to see who it was.... there was no one... he was all alone... No television set on... nothing... he felt he was hallucinating again. But then again he heard a strong sound in his head " Aadinath!!! Do you hear me son? " It was loud and clear.... "What??? These are no hallucinations... I can hear somebody!!!" He tried to concentrate.... but no.... he could not get into what it was....
Meanwhile, in the parallel universe...
image courtesy @ Namita Gedam
The winters were at its peak and the beautiful mountains of Himalayas were pervaded with snow. The chillness in the air was at its peak but there was someone who was unaffected by all these.... "Aacharya Raghunandan!!!!" . In a cave beneath the mountains, hidden from the outside world, he sat near the Havan Kund (sacrificial fire) chanting some hymns. His acolytes watched him in silence from outside. It was almost 20 days... their Aacharya did not consume a morsel of food. It was worrisome as he had lost most of his energy, but still the aacharya showed no signs of pain or dizziness on his face. He didn't look tired but had a ever glowing face. His intense eyes suggested he was concentrating on something deep.
The Ashram was a place of divine intervention. It was located high up on the Himalayan mountains which had deep caves embedded within them. The location of the ashram was such that no common man could easily reach it. The ashram would be visible only to those who did be called for and had immense faith in learning the yog siddhis. Not only men but young women were also a part of the ashram where each of them was assigned specific task and duties. The duties were not limited within the cave but could be assigned by the aacharya in any part of the world, when time and situation called for. The cave was so huge that it could shelter over a million people inside it. Each and every person had a small cabinet where they had their personal space. It was altogether a small town within where food, medicines and other essentials were self grown and consumed. It was just like a highly sophisticated laboratory where the maximum utilization of renewable energy was made.
Each student was called a siddhi yogi (male) or a siddhi yogini (female) and were taught the essence of human life and various kinds of meditative techniques to control electromagnetic frequencies generated by the brain. They were taught the essence of existing in cognizance with nature, which humans seemed to have forgotten. The world was now in a greater need of humanitarian thoughts and actions, for making it a better place to live in. There were hardly any yogi's left that aacharya Raghunandan knew and now he had to make sure that everything was in place before he leaves his human form behind.
Aacharya Raghunandan was the only one of the siddha yogis left who had supposedly attained the highest order of the power possible for any living human. The brain has a power to build or to destroy the entire universe and to attain that power a lot of hardwork and penance is needed.The power of his brain was growing day by day and he knew his body couldn't sustain it much longer. His time was near... he sensed... but then he could not leave his task unattended. He had to dedicate the task to the one he believed could lead the ashram in future. But the problem was... he couldn't get in touch with the one on whom he could entrust all his teachings.... He was purposefully taken away from him....and the irony was Aacharya was unable to trace him... that is what drained away all his energy...
Setu was constantly on watch of her Aacharya.. She knew what bothered him, but the thing was... she was clueless as to what might have happened that fateful day...... 90 years of penance by her Aacharya seemed worthless .... She never had seen him so broken and lost... But now he was upto something and she wanted to know what it was.
Time : 9.30 pm
Place: Aadinath's house
Aadinath just returned home after a troll outside the house. He felt much better to be freely roaming about. A lot of things had been changed. Just about 100 meters from where he lived he could find everything at his disposal. From supermarkets to movie theaters, schools, hospitals... he was like cool... everything is available in just a go. He found some girls making strange faces in front of something supposedly a phone.. He remembered having his mobile phone with him but nothing like a camera on it... He found people talking live on the video on their cell phones and he was like wow!! 2017 is developed and he still found it hard to digest all the stuff going around. Much had changed in the 11 years that he could never think of.
Aadi was hungry...and he knew his mom had refrigerated some stuff for him. He made his food ready and entered his room to consume it. He didn't like watching TV at all and so settled himself on his chair with a book from his library. The moment he opened the book something fell off from midst of the pages and blew away from him. He ran behind the thing and during the process slipped on the floor and the food he held in his hand went flying off in the air. He slipped and fell backwards, but his rear end never touched the ground. He was back on his feet just by a backflip..." How on the earth did I do that!!!!" He didn't believe himself. " I never learnt this stuff in the school or in the college... When did I learn this???" That very moment, there was an excruciating pain in his head. The headache came often to him... just that the intensity and frequency had reduced since 2-3 months. But today it was a bit more intense and this time he saw clear flashes.... of his life... or.... were they hallucination.... shhh!!!..... This was no hallucination but was something unbelievable.....
...... to be continued