All the beautiful daughters of Mara, Ashok Aatreya [black male authors .TXT] 📗

On the most serene full blue moon night of ‘Sharad Poonam ‘ Anand, Mr. A.N. Dave, Jailor Tihar, Shaheen with her relatives from Jaipur and three more persons. Sonal with Nandu Maharaj (Sonal was improving now, although their Agra visit was not showing this) and last but not least… Divine. She was here with Afro-Asian Speakers delegation but met Anand, just incidentally!
Their meeting at Taj was a miracle.How something absolutely imposible had happened.As if what Anand had seen was a dream, and not a reality…but he also knew it was a reality. Was it not MAYA? First time in his life he practically realized what MAYA could be then he laughed at himself. Can MAYA be realized….? Only Satya (truth is to be ralised.)
When he looked at Gurudev for answer, he was smiling. Perhaps he was the creator of this event He made things happen. Otherwise, how that all could happen?At one stroke Simultaneously. Every thing in relativity as if presented to him in a salver. He thought about Shaeen, few days’ back she was in Pakasthan today with him. How fast time changed after she met him.After a long gap suddenly after the oath taking ceromany in Home Minitry, when he returned from the Rashtrapati Bhawan
Guredev had already predicted about that meeting well in advance. It came to Anand's mind as flash then his thought vanished. The thought replaced another thought; he never thought about Sonal. Only few minutes back they all had a group photograph by poloroid camera. Another thought struck his mind. The camera beloged to Ahasas it was his last memory. As if Ahasas was present with them in the form of a non living entity: The poloroid camera with instant results. Then with NM the most difficult situation in his life he had to face it too. Every thing well documented before his eyes no slip ways, no excuse, no questions, and no doubt.but absolute. When Anand’s Gurudev blessed Shaheen as the ‘first lady of India’, everybody was surprised as his Gupha Mandir affair was not made public yet. She touched Gurudev feet.As if everything was pre-destined..... They had a good group photograph.Taj Mahel in the background. And in that photograph one person was missing...She was Bhairvi.
Anand did not reveal anything to Shaeen about Sonal. But her sudden presence and critical health condition made him deeply disturbed.The pathetic part of Sonal’s life was her gross loss of memory. She even could not recognize him and only stared at him. As a silent observer.But N.M told him, she was improving after treatment. They were in Agra for further consultation with another Doctor of Psychiatry.They were coming from Menhdipur Balaji after some occult treatment.All these information were new for Anand.All this made him worried.
‘Anand, you look very much worried about Sonal, but my son everything is pre-destined.The trouble is not yet over… Gurudev thought about the worst part of this relation .Again it was a part of destiny which was to take shape just after few minutes.Gurudev was standing close to Shaheen and Anand was very emotional…He was thinking about Gurudev’s words…’The trouble is not yet over’.. what all that meant ?...Sonal and N.M had to meet the doctor.Anand called on the driver of his car and instructed him to escort Sonal and N.M to whatever place they wanted to visit in Agra and after that attend to them at hotel Taj in evening.
Gurudev left all four of them to face the devil still alive on earth.
The evil was to be confronted as a personal reality. In the biblical context-‘Enemy of the faith, foe to the human race, producer of death,destroyer of justice,root of evil,kindler of vices,seducer of men…was again still going to play the heinous role .The evil had no boundaries.It was a devils day for….
And the moment Sonal, her husband settled in Anand’s car and the driver inserted the key to start the car there was a big explosion in the car and within fraction of second the body of Sonal, her husband and driver drenched in pool of blood and died on the spot…just at the exit point near the proposed Taj-corrider, where the car was parked. A nearby autoriksha was used for this high intensity bomb blast…Actually the motif behind this blast was to kill Anand whose car was identified by the terrorist…but he was lucky enough to have been saved by this blast and unfortunately nature played another game and made Sonal ,her husband and the driver the victim of death
Anand courageously rushed to the spot which was covered by thick clouds of dust, smoke, debris and shattered glass panes it was a ghasty sight.He felt for a moment as if his spine is forcefully removed fron his body.It was a total black-out and vacuum in his nerves.
Actually the motif behind the blast was to kill him who was in the hit list of terrorists but the last minute change of his program took life of three other innocent persons.Anand’s handing over the key to driver for taking his guests to different locations fell on them as death penalty.,leaving a tragedy in its trail.
‘Anand, I knew this ought to happen, that’s why you gave the key of your car to driver. Your sins had ripened.It was a forest. Not a tree. You are at the end of darker desires.This retreat from negative past and the spiritual warfare is started in your life. Major ‘Tamas’ part of your life is ending.Now you have to enter another phase of life. Be prepared for that.Goddess will bless you…’Again the voice…Only voice.
Whose voice was this? There was nobody here but some ray of light was coming from the cloud and the dust…..
He left the spot, no less than the hell, dispelling the darkness.Shaheen joined him.
After the clouds and dust and blood, politicians mouthing their absurd jargons, media-crows joined one more super of Satan…The blood rituals.


66 / VIRTUAL REALITY

The sudden and vindictive attack designed by terrorists to kill Anand triggered Sonal an innocent but halarious lady. It was very unfortunate on the part of Anand.The call of death had come and gone so quickly, he did not know much more than he knew efore. Anand knew the value and pride of the loser.The good and bad timings of their companionship and fellow-travelling but he witnessed the end of this relationship like a cold observer, as his Guru was before this event.Still after the happening, the bout of the unpleasant act and pangs his lost luv made him perturbed beyond imagination.The volaticity and tenderness of this friendship with Sonal made Anand emotionally heart and out of bounds.
For one moment Anand failed to navigate his ship of life and felt as if it was sinking on the fag end of sea.His destiny was taking him towarsd lands of deads...Bhaivari already commited suicide and another hailstorm of his beloved Sonal made him loopy.He could not be mere onlooker to what was happening around.He was seized by an onrush of nerves.His past present and future screen of life and melting time became a virtual reality show...But in his memories Sonal became a relic.


68/ NO MIRACLE!

And just after next few day of the blood- ritual and induction of his party’s government in the centre, Anand became the President of The biggest democracy of the world! He took oath from the old President in Parliament, drove straight to Raisina Hills by open car and there after was escorted to Rashtrapati Bhawan by traditonal two-horse driven carriage in a grand procession where guard of honor by all the three forces was given to the new President of the nation.
In a very short time Anand, now President of India formally married burqua woman Shaheen. The marriage was simple.It brought new cheers in their life.Shaheen was far too fortunate to have become the first lady of the nation.
There was a little change in the set-up of their bedroom in Rashtrapati-Bhavan.On it’s white wall a big-size Photograph of Ahsas was put. Just opposite to this wall was hanging one rare copy of ‘Rostem and Sohrab’; from Shahnama paintings depicting the scene from the Persian epic of tenth centuary,Rostem taking life of his own longlost son Sohrab in the battle field.The entire series was presented to Anand by his wife Shaheen . .
Anand and Shaheen both sat before the photo for some time and paid homage to their Pak Terrorist son whom Anand killed in the encounter.Both were in their restrained sense keeping themselves under ful control…their consciousness fixed in some supreme being…As if it was a cosmic journey and they were travelers…transient as autumn clouds…their state of being was no more than a flash…still it was worthwhile.
The life and time of Shaheen and Anand transformed completely as if both of them were purified of sinful actions, as if they took new birth on the pious, heavenly planet of Indra.Shaheen, ignorant and careless of all that was occuring in the ugly world which she already left and thrown away like a blade of grass, and utterly forgotten.She was now feeling herself like a blotless moon , attained emancipation in her true husband Anand.And for his part Anand having lit upon the very wife of his previous birth,his soul mate. She was incredibly compatible.Perhaps both of them rediscovered a yearning for a deep love that is compassionate, kind, forgiving and tolerant.
There was oneness in both of them.It was like two birds, as mentioned in the Mundaka Upanishad, perched on the self same tree, intimate friends, the ego and the self dwell in the same body. The former eating the sweet and the sour fruits of the tree of life, while the later looks on in detachment….in Anand’s life sex and love could mean these two different birds, Both had abandoned their different religions and just surrendered to one supreme being fearlessly and without hesitation and worries, like son and daughter in the lap of mother.
In that ecstacy of re-union after crossing over seas of separation, surmounting all the peril of irrational society,Anand told Shaheen-'' Dear Shaheen,I want to share one thing with you and I am hopeful you will approave of it ?''
''What is that Anand which seeks my approaval-'' Shaheen asked him.''You are the supremo of our democracy now, she smiled.
'' And you are the first lady of this nation.''
'' My dear Anand, then please tell me what approaval you want from me? The first lady asked politely.
'' I want to erect a temple in Ayodhya.'' Anand expressed silently.
'' Again a temple...You mean Ram Mandir? She asked seriously.
'' No dear a human temple, free from all the bias of caste colour or religions, in the memory of Ahsas (then laughingly) as a symbol to end the discord.That discord is growing like a kalkoot poison in the veins of every citizen of this country.
'' Oh that's a great idea.'' I am jelous of you Anand ''. Shaheen was excited.
''So you distrust me without its evidence?'' Anand asked her with a smile.
'' I trust you absolutely.' You are a noble soul.'' Although you must know good queen never trust anyone at all...MAUVAISE ESPECE DE FEMME!
'' But I also know you are beneath my every emotion.'' Anand assured himself.
It was dawn after the full moon. Both of them looked down from the balcony of Rashtrapati Bhawan.Anand’s son and daughter from Bhairvi enjoyed gardening with the old gardener of Mughal Garden.
They suggested a new name to the latest variety of blue rose and the name ‘Bhairvi’ was sent for approval (nomenclature) of International Rose Society
There were also some changes, worth mentioninsg ,outside the Rashtrapati Bhawan…Divine left politics after winning case against rapist Robin and she became a disciple