Ohm

I could see people waiting outside this hall. This guy had done it big. He had assistants. The receptionist looked like a schoolgirl and must be earning some pocket money from her efforts here. The place from outside looked dilapidated mostly made of mud and some fragile bricks. The receptionist asked us to enter quickly. May be mummy used her influence to get us in quick, though there was a long queue of people waiting outside. To me, they looked like fools who were in search of alternative ways to die. One of them was sleeping in the lap of his young daughter. This guy who looked like a farmer was shivering. He must be having fever I thought. There was another guy with a fracture and he had come here crying out loud with his friends to get it fixed by this baba. What was I seeing? How would he fix a fracture? A surgery? That did sound so bad. I wasn't seeing any bed inside, nor was I seeing medical instruments to perform surgeries. Their cases looked emergency to me and hence they should have been allowed first but mummy had no intention of obeying the queue. For her the biggest problem was her son becoming atheist! “Pranam….Guruji” My mummy said bending her head and I was surprised at her respect. She never bowed with respect to anyone else, not even my father or her in laws. Why does she need to bow down by the way? This baba should be her favourite in Patna. “Sit down beti.” What? This guy looks to be around forty years old, a little younger to my mother and still he called her beti? “Thanks a lot Babaji. He is my son.” And she stopped for the baba to give some blessings and do some divine comedy with his flowers and pot of water. The baba did not. He also had ashes and some red liquid, possibly blood of the hen which was seen dead at the entrance of the gate. Some voodoo, he may want to call it, but it all looked so funny and weird. That baba stared at me, made his eyes more broad. His eyebrows had a connection with his side buns and they were at some point meeting his black and white beard. His face was hardly recognizable. However his upper half was tall and the body below that was folded in multiple layers of fats. That made his lower half look very short. He must be suffering from some vitamin deficiency; hence his knees had folded inside making it short and curvy. He then started shouting few words, some words which did not sound sensible or were coded in his special language. His mantr was more like some stone constantly put in a quiet pond; dip, dop, dip, dop sound was mixed with common Sanskrit words. “Very heavy….beti, the dragon’s head is in Saturn and the dragon’s tail is passing by Jupiter. This is very slow and this boy needs an urgent help...huck hoo, swaha, aummmm….phatt phatt...bdooom!” What was he saying...is he kidding, dragon...I am not in China? I kept quiet for mummy to be satisfied. “Baba please help him...I am worried about his nature nowadays. He doesn’t even believe in God.” My mother took a lot of time to say the second line to describe my problem. That was a sin and she did not know how offended baba will be hearing that. “aummmm...phatt, phatt...bdooom doppp dipp dhoom!” Did he just repeat that garbage? “The oscillatory motion of the dragon on the moon can be controlled in time. You’ve come here just on time” He assured and made mummy smile. “Today he will see God, he will feel God. It’s not his fault. He is ignorant. He doesn’t know the power of Goddess Kali.” He then went quiet and closed his eyes. Maybe he wanted to show his best, so he took a sharp knife and placed it on my head. I was thinking what the heck! “Babaji….some other solution...please don’t cut his head” My mother was now afraid of the darshan I would have. She wondered if the solution could be made easy and non-violent. Meanwhile I was waiting for him to do something, say something and I was controlling my anger and smile both. It was a difficult task. “Someone has to die and leave his soul to show this boy the presence of God in this world. Who is that someone? Are you that person beti?” He pointed the knife toward my mother and my mother gulped her faith and said no to his option. She must be now happy to have a living atheist son than a dead religious son. She then kept some more money inside baba’s bowl. She requested the baba to be generous on us and show the light to me. “Difficult....very difficult. Are you sure you want to do this beti?” He asked my mother “Yes” “aum phatt phatt bdoom….bring that lamb to me” He asked his follower to bring the baby sheep to him and I was now able to guess what he had in mind. “The soul of this lamb says it wants to spread the light of God in your son’s mind. This lamb is divine.” He then continued after a deep inhale “O Mother, you are the purest energy; I now take the ownership of creating you here for this ignorant child. Forgive me mother and bless this child” He took the clay from his bag and prepared dough. Then he hit the knife on lamb’s neck. It bled bad…fine blood vessels spurted out blood like a shower. It spilled projectile jets all around, some of which fell on my mother and she moved to her left. Most of the blood was directed to the fire in front of us. The lamb shouted and the cry slowed its intensity, baba was trying to make the lamb unconscious and go to some other world smoothly. He was rubbing its face as if it was his child. How fucking caring I thought! He then took out the last drops of blood in the clay and mixed it well. It looked like some flour being mixed to prepare chapati. He stood up and looked in all directions, from all windows if there was any one who could possibly have hindered the process. “See no one…” He shouted and sat again. He then asked his disciple to take away the dead, may be to prepare a good feast for the evening. He smeared some blood that was collected in his hand on to his face. I feel he was doing all this to make him look dangerous and frighten us. How is fear connected to realization of God? I saw that it’s directly proportional. The more fear you have, the closer you are to your fictional powers. I was seeing the drama and my mother was now looking scared. “O Mother, let me start from your beautiful eyes….aaaahh...” He turned his eyes upside down and the brown iris was lost. How did he do that? He was shouting with both his hands now covering his eyes and bringing his spirit back to this world. He then mashed the clay well with blood and formed three small balls, looking like eyes. He pinned them at the center and shouted again “O Agni God, give her the powerful eyes...to burn all the evil” He put his hand and the clay in fire for some time and then took it out. I was seeing such a big evil sitting and doing such hilarious acts in front of me. He should have been burnt by now by Lord Agni? “O lord Brahm, give her the powerful pair of feet” and he rubbed the clay on his head. Why did he rub it on his head...Oh! Maybe he thinks he is a direct child of lord Brahm so he is personifying himself as the creator? Now I was seeing two feet and long legs. He was bad at designing....very bad! “O mother earth give her the hips to sustain her powerful body and sit on the most evil in the air around” He looked all over again and rubbed both his hands with some clay back to the muddy floor. I was now seeing half body. “O Indr God, please give her all your powers to build her strong waist.” He took out few drops of water, which he was referring as Gangajal all the time and poured few drops on the clay. He then built the waist too. “Now this is the difficult part...please move little back” he asked us. I thought he is not yet done, what will he do now? My mother had stopped thinking and she quietly moved four feet back.