Yogi And The Apprentice | Yantra

The Yogi was rummaging through the crematory grounds of Manikarnika ghat.

Paddy was washing his hands after finishing off his curd rice. The Yogi barely let him know the purpose of any of these expeditions. He had a faint idea that it was about some Yantra.

Paddy had a feeling that someone was watching him, he could spot a man further to his right, muscular, ash smeared and carrying a shotgun. He was approaching them. He looked around and he could see three more people approaching them.

Before Paddy could come to terms with the situation, the Naga sadhu fired his shotgun right at him.

There was a wall of sand right in front of him shielding him from the pellets. The Yogi was standing beside him with his staff firmly on the ground.

“It’s about time we get out of here”, said the Yogi, lifting paddy of the ground by his collar. The wall of sand collapsed as soon as the Yogi removed the staff of the ground.

The Yogi was taking really long strides walking away from the ghat. Paddy had never seen him run, whatever the circumstance, he would always walk.

As soon as they came out of the ghat, the Yogi hopped on to a Royal Enfield Classic 500.

“This isn’t the bike on which we got here” said Paddy.

“Oh, is it?”

“We shouldn’t be doing this, no matter what the circumstance” said Paddy.

“Your moral compass isn’t something that is going to impress me Paddy” said the Yogi. Both of them swerved through the narrow lanes of Varanasi and got to the Highway.

“But this isn’t right, this is someone else’s hard earned money” said Paddy.

“There is no right or wrong in this world Paddy, just actions and reactions”

These so called morals are man made Paddy. It’s their only way to compensate for the inequities of life. People try so hard to enforce it, make the world a fair place to live in, but the universe is intrinsically unfair Paddy.

There is only the law of causation Paddy, you don’t need to believe in it, nobody needs to enforce it, it just exists.

“You mean like gravity!”, said Paddy with a sense pride, he felt good that he was finally able to grasp what the Yogi said and provide analogies.

“ah.. yeah.. something like that”, said the Yogi and placed the yantra in the bike’s tank cover. The bullet was off with a start, zooming straight into the sky, like a flight taking off from a runway.

“Fucckkkkkkkkk” said Paddy, the only response that his brain could make up after processing all the incomprehensible data around.

“This is total bullshit” said Paddy.

“What is?”

“Why do you need a bullet to fly? If you are all so powerful, you could fly on your own right?” said Paddy.

“Oh, I wish Paddy. It takes years of practice to master one skill. You know how long it took me to materialise Grand Sweet’s curd rice out of thin air? You live long enough only to acquire a few skills in your lifetime. You need to figure out your priorities before you run out of time Paddy”

And since one can’t master all the skills in the world, we have this thing called Yantras. Basically a metallic disc with inscriptions on it. I am good at making curd rice, so I can make a Yantra that does the same. So anyone can just use the Yantra to materialise curd rice. My Yantra is on high demand in the market Paddy.

And this yantra here let’s inanimate objects fly, basically nullyfying the effect of gravitons, said the Yogi tapping on the tank cover. That’s what our expedition was all about, there are not many of these left anymore.

It was about an hour since they were riding on the bike, passing through the clouds, with lots of turbulence to accompany them.

Since the talk about the Yantras, Padmanabhan was wondering about the possibilities of them.

“So, can you, umm.. bring someone back from the dead using a Yantra?” asked Paddy hesitantly.

“I tell you that you can materialise curd rice, and this is the extent of your imagination? I am very dissappointed Paddy.” said the Yogi.

To be contiued…


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