Nirvana Ashram

It was 4 AM. Dark and chilly. Few moments before the dawn. Beetles and other insects too were quiet around this time of the night. Few people were walking along the course of the Ganges, indifferent to the spine chilling weather. It was their routine. Rudra glanced at sky once and realised they would still make it before sunrise to the Ashram. Without a word, he kept going.


Nirvana Ashram was a home for countless number of people. There was no rich, no poor, no black no white. There were no idols of worship. Aghora baba lived by and had taught everyone but one principle; “Aham Brahmasmi” or “I am the Infinite Reality“. Whenever the people felt tired and lost hope, they would to walk into Nirvana Ashram. It was open to anyone who could reach there on their own feet. Aghora baba, was a legend according to many. No One had seen him in last 50 years. Many feared him dead but none could say that in front of Mahakaal, current supreme of the Ashram. He never claimed that position but was most cherished person in the Ashram. No One knew his real name or his birthplace or for that fact of matter his age. Mahakaal believed in complete well-being. His chiseled body, calm as ever face were evident of the same.


They have arrived”, said Mimansa in a low tone as she entered his wooden cabin. “Send someone to summon them for the morning routines.”

“Are you sure about it? They must have been tired,  have been traveling continuously for a few days now. Some rest is required.”

“Everything else can wait. This is really important” said Kaal, stroking Mimansa’s chin. She was going to say something in protest but he silenced her with a deep passionate kiss. They broke the kiss before the things slipped off from their hands.

“The sun is about to rise, I’d better get going” she said and left the room with a smile on her face. Kaal adjusted his clothes and started preparing for Nitya-kriya, shifting his focus from the passionate love making with Mimansa the previous night.


At Nirvana Ashram, nature was considered supreme. Every individual staying at the Ashram followed the routine of bathing in the Ganges followed by Surya-Pooja, worship of the mighty sun. This followed an hour of physical activities and ended with meditation. People then engaged into activities like cleaning , introspection and anything else that suited them.


Rudra and his men appeared in front of Mahakaal  within a few minutes and offered namaskara. He smiled and signaled them to follow him for the rituals. “Tell me what is happening?” asked Kaal after the rituals. When Rudra finished narrating him the whole story, Kaal was already out his seat and ready to move. Rudra realized that he had underestimated the situation at hand and followed Kaal in silent.




The Chase Begins

It was a busy day at Dalal Street. Sun was in no mood to be merciful. At the end of the street was an old Irani café. The generally busy café was little less busy at this point of time. The market would close in next 40 minutes and then be closed for several days due to festive season. Street brokers were busy making final biddings.  A man was sitting there on a rickety chair fiddling with the phone and looking outside the window as if was awaiting someone. Just then another person entered the café. KK had chosen this place intentionally. This was the same place from where he had begun his career as a street broker and had gone ahead to become one of the big-guns in share market. He straight away walked to the person sitting at the rickety table. The visitor looked at KK and got up to exchange greetings.

“I’m not here for formalities Ajatshatru. Can you give tell me some concrete news at least this time? It has been 12 years you’ve been on this assignment and you haven’t given me any news so far. In case you can’t do my job, stop wasting mine and your time.” He said screaming slowly.

“This time I’ve spotted him..; well most certainly.” Ajat replied. KK narrowed his eyes, shook his head in disappointment and was almost ready to leave the place. Ajat however continued speaking. “If my information is not wrong, they have left for Varanasi and will be reaching there in couple days.” KK sat back with double the speed and signaled Ajat to continue. KK spotted THEY instead if HE in Ajat’s statement.

“I’m surprised that in this world of technology also, you haven’t been able to find him for once Ajat. Never mind, tell me what about Varanasi?” He looked straight into his eyes and questioned.

“KK, you have given me picture of a 15 year old boy 12 years back.” He snapped. “Anyway, that kid has left for Varanasi and he’s been accompanied by two girls.” KK’s brain started working at lightning speed. “If I’m not mistaken, one of them is royal loyal Kakli. Who could that other lady be?” Ajat nodded in agreement and said “I’m trying to find out who is the other lady.

KK took out his phone and instructed someone over a call. Then he turned towards Ajatshatru who was looking at him in anticipation and said; “This entire thing is however is based on if, but and most certainly. For heaven’s sake , pray that this information is correct , cause wrong one will definitely cause damage to you.” Ajat could feel his spine chill. KK tipped Ajat and left.

His mind was working at super speed now. Next whole week market was going to be closed. In this case he could easily reach Varanasi and get Agni before anyone else. Kalki’s presence symbolized that Agni’s parents were aware of his whereabouts. He decided to take a chance though. ‘It’s time we meet, HIS HIGHNESS Agney Suryanshi’ he murmured and proceeded towards airport.

“Exactly two days later, we shall be at Assi by 5 PM” Agni said plainly. “Holy Ganga, be merciful” Kalki prayed. Maya just looked at them with a smile. She however feeling uneasy inside. They continued the journey. They did not have slightest idea of what was awaiting for them at Benaras.

Illusion, Eternity and Fire

After excusing himself from Maya, Aagney sat at the bank playing his flute. He had learnt this from the tribal people in the jungle. All the creatures around him were enjoying this music. Waters of Ganges were rhythmically dancing to his flute. They saw him. It was the same pair of eyes which had been following him since yesterday. Not that he was unaware of being followed; he wanted the person to present themselves. The follower was coming from behind. He was engrossed around this time so much that he did not realize the arrival. The follower was also approaching with lightening fast speed making sure at the same time that they are not seen or heard. Suddenly Aagney stopped playing. Follower became conscious.

“What brings you here Kalki?” he asked without turning back.
“It’s you”; she said almost hissing.
“I doubt it’s about me Kalki.” He said very calmly turning towards her.
“You very well know what bring me here His Highness” She said, now with irritation.

Kalki was a young beautiful woman from northern region of India. She was white than fair. She had eyes of a deer; very lovely and humble. Inked at various visible parts of her body; made her irresistible to men around her. Her family was one of the very few remaining loyal to Aagney’s family. She had vowed to protect the last heir of Suryanshis to her father who had given his life to save the nobility.

Aagney glared at her. She immediately stepped back and apologized. He was a royal heir after all. He hated being addressed like that especially because they had grown up as friends. His family that now lived a simple life in a hideout had arranged for him to go and stay abroad on security grounds. He instead chose to live in India itself. He left the house at the age of 15 and since then had been living a loner life studying and absorbing cultural diversities of India. Since his ancestors once ruled this stretch, we was well aware of the area and also the consequences of he had to be found by his foes. He had been traced and attacked couple of times but managed to survive every time. He disguised every now and then. He wasn’t accessible to anyone more than often. Only Kalki was allowed to be around him, sometimes. She was a heck of a warrior and spent her time learning new skills mastering them and keeping tabs on Agni, what she fondly called him.

“You know very well that you shouldn’t be friendly to intruders. Last time we let them in our lives, we only suffered.” She said swallowing hard.

“Kalki, whoever has come in after that incident, has been killed. It’s been decades now and you know that. Jungle rules are different than those set by the Government. If Maya is still alive, it means she has something to do with jungle, with me. May be she’s the key of gaining our legacy back. Besides best way to find out her intensions to come here, is to be with her. And as a ground rule, A Suryanshi cannot deny to help the needy.”

“Has she mentioned to you why is she here?”
“Her father has told her of the Yogi’s legend. She seeks to meet him. She also said she gets vision about Himalayas.”
“Do you believe her? If that is true….” She left rest for Agni to understand.
“Let the time decide that”
“I will be accompanying you. No arguments there.”

High highness nodded in agreement. Maya saw them from distance as she walked towards them. She could figure out that the two knew each other. As she reached them, Agni introduced the ladies. Both greeted each other with a formal smile, though Maya could sense reluctance in Kalki’s approach. Agni smiled. Illusion meeting eternity was a delightful sight to watch.

“Maya, Kalki will accompany us.” He said point blank. Maya somehow did not want someone else to join them. She had however no reason to deny. She nodded.

“Kalki, we train Maya with basics today and tomorrow we set for Benares.” Maya could see her guide transforming into leader all of a sudden. She made a mental note of it. She knew it wasn’t going to be an easy day for her. But as determined she was, she always wanted a worthy and not easy life. Kalki remembered her Guru and started training Maya.

‘See you soon, Assi’. Exclaimed Aagney as he started collecting necessities to kick start their journey to Benares.

(To be continued)

Banofee Pie 3 (Fire meets Illusion – 2)

Fire meets Illusion – 2

Banofee Pie Part- 1

Banofee Pie Part – 2

“With her charm and khaki attire, she can give any actor run for their money.” “Is she telling truth? What if not? What if her intentions of entering jungle are not matching with her actual desires? I guess the only way to reach the truth is to be around her. Truth will come out on it’s on in this way rather than I having to follow her throughout the banks of Ganges which are not safe for strangers.”

“Hello?” Maya snapped.

“Fine. I shall travel with you to the foot of Himalayas. But at any given point of time, you will be responsible for yourself. My work is only to show you the path. You have to decide if you should take it or not.” She thought for a moment and shook her head in agreement.

“All right then. We shall collect necessities tomorrow, have you little skilled up for the journey and begin.”

“And how are we going to travel?” She asked him, joy filled in her voice. He rolled his eyes in answer.

 “It’s a 21 days journey on feet; if the weather and jungle doesn’t be of much hassle. We will kick start with Varanasi followed by Allahabad and proceed towards Hardwar finally reaching Rishikesh. We will try to close to city and yet not enter them as much as possible.” She found it little weird but did not react as she had already given a word. Soon after that dialogue, she went to her tent and lay on the bed. There was a satisfactory smile on her face. She had cleared round one to find the Yogi. He too lay in his tent with smile. Both had different reasons to smile. At a little distance in the darkness was a pair of eyes observing the activities happening.

 “Are you going to stare at me just like this?” Aagney snapped and she was forced to apply break to her train of thoughts about last night. “You seem to be a very religious person.” She countered him with a very obvious attempt to not be caught by him for staring him. “I saw you chanting something when you lit fire last night. Now you were worshipping the sun.”

“Maya Palash..” He said in a deep and calm voice, “You seem not to understand a difference between gratitude and religion. I worship fire because it gives us warmth. I worship water because it keeps us alive and I worship the sun because it the eternal source of energy. If there was no sun, there would not be life existing. A religion is an organized collection of beliefs, cultural systems, and world views that relate humanity to an order of existence. I differ myself from any such set values. I do not need a religion if it asks me to abide by a set of rules created by its founders who felt those were right rules to follow.”

“Are you trying to say that there is no existence of supreme power to whom people refer as god and this whole organisation stands on lies?” She admired the fact that someone had a clear opinion but was now thoroughly confused, questioning her own beliefs about God, religion and spirituality. “Save your questions for your Yogi and freshen up now. We have a lot to cover today before we begin the journey to Varanasi.” He said and walked away allowing her privacy and space for herself.

As he left, she entered the water thinking ‘who Aagney is really?’ His behaviour, actions, physique and mannerism were nothing less than those which suited royals.Maya wasn’t wrong in thinking like that. Aagney was indeed last heir of Suryanshis, the descendants of sun. His worship of fire and sun was evident of it.

She wondered why had he chosen to be her guide and only. This meant he would not protect her may something goes wrong and she was on her own. She took a deep breath and submerged herself in water leaving it to her destiny.

(To be continued)

Banofee Pie -2

(Click here to read part 1)

Fire Meets illusion 

It was just about dawn. He opened his eyes and like his daily ritual he first touched his right hand to the earth and prayed to mother earth. This was something he did since he was 5 without fail. He was disciple of A Great Yogi who used to often say; “We all are children of mother earth. Be grateful to mother earth.” He then walked towards the river, quickly freshened up. Waters of Ganges were calm yet babbling. A smile set on his face as he saw the water changing its color with first ray of sun. He jumped into water. He was familiar this river and its flow; and why not, he had lived through its banks. He settled himself into river facing the sun, closed his eyes and joined hands. This was yet another routine he followed over the years.

Maya was quietly watching all his activities. She looked at him in awe. Aagney was six feet tall with lean body and wore scars of fights on chest proudly. He had a pendant with tiger nail around his neck. He gazed her, their eyes met at a glance & at once she remembered every word of conversation they had few hours back.

He looked at her through fire and said….

“The man you are talking about, the Yogi; no one knows if he really exists or not. Those who have gone looking for him have never come back. They have either been eaten up by beasts or have disappeared in thin air. Besides, I do not know your identity or your intentions to enter the jungle. Jungle does not accept those who do not belong to it. If you are still alive, you must have some uprooted connection with jungle.

A thought passed in Maya’s head. She killed it immediately and said; “I’m Maya. Maya Palash. I was born in Bombay. We stayed here till I was 5. After that, my dad took up a job in USA and we shifted there. Since then this is first time I’m here in India. But ever since I can remember, I have been getting these visions about snow clad mountains. And ever since my dad told of this man, I’m in search of him. I decided to quit my job and find the secret of life.

Aagney was carefully listening to her; analyzing her by every word she said. A smile set on his face when he heard her name. MAYA. The word echoed in his head. He thought to himself, “If I go by what she says, her name was very correctly decided. She was just like illusion. She was taller than usual women. With those perfect pair of hazel eyes who spoke a lot but no one could ever understand what they spoke, thick long hair of which she had tied a bun, her lips were just like rose petals. She had the body of an athlete. She wore no jewelry apart from a ring on her finger that symbolized that she was elite. Her face was glowing like moon. She was delicate but fierce. With her charm and khaki attire, she can give any actor run for their money.”

(To be continued)

Banoffee Pie- A Journey

                                                              She begins the Journey 

“So what’s your story?” she asked him. The night had spread itself across mother earth and for some reason she felt night was moving ahead with very slow speed today. It was very obvious for her to feel so. It was just the beginning of the 2nd Phase** of the night and the jungle looked darkest. It would be at least 08 hours before the dawn. It was her first attempt to break the silence that prevailed between them since seven hours now. In fact he had not spoken since he met her in the Jungles on the banks of Ganges. After she lost her way, she kept walking with help the technique her father had taught her, to figure out sound of flowing water and progress towards it. This was a little tricky one as water sounds in jungle’s maze; echo, often misleading the traveler. But she, she was different. She was nature’s daughter like her father would often call her. She always wondered why, but never asked her father and he in return never felt it was necessary to tell her. In fact it was a secret he hid from the entire world…..!!!

HE was gazing at the sky. Dark. Full of stars; and clear. It was new moon night that made the sky more beautiful. They were sitting by the fire. He now had some emotions in his eyes. Though, she couldn’t read them. She looked at him in anticipation of answer. “I…” have no story.” He spoke after a long pause. “I’m just a wanderer. I wander around on the banks of Ganges to the feet of Himalayas.” Her eyes twinkled as she heard this. Her decision of asking help from him was not wrong. Himalayas was where exactly she wanted to go. “I want to go there. Will you take me there?” She asked. She immediately regretted asking this question. Though they walked for almost 7 hours together she barely knew him. Since they had met, and she had asked him way ahead, he had started walking directing her to follow him. She was little skeptical but decided to go with her instinct.

“Why do you want to go there?” He asked; his voice almost stern. “I have heard many stories about that place. The stories just pull me there like magnet does to iron. There is a legend my dad told me about. He says there at the foot of Himalayas, lives man who knows the secret of life. No one is however is sure about it.”

He looked at her through fire and said….

(To be continued)