The unusual life of a peculiar ‘Baba’ (Part-I)"What! You have come to hear my story. MY STORY! What is there to know about me?"
"Baba, people tell that you are a great Sadhu. You have certain power. You can do miracles. Please Baba, tell me about yourself. I don't want anything."
"Get out, get out. These #$&% (some expletives) have made my life hell. I am facing so many problems. They are aggravating my problems. Get out. I don't have any power. Go to any real Sadhu. I am not a Baba."
"Baba, I won't leave before you tell me about yourself. I don't want anything else."
"You are an obstinate idiot. Okay, let me start."
I did not study much. Somehow I passed the School Final Examination and joined the Excise ('Abgari') Department. Oh! So much enjoyment. So much fun! Every day, we used to enjoy life. You call it 'sin', we called it enjoyment in the office.
Oh! Those days. Life was really colourful. There was no dearth of anything in my life. I didn't marry. Which idiot does when you get everything in life so easily? I became very efficient in everything, got promotions after promotion, and by fifty-five, I became a senior inspector of the department.
I also managed to save my salary throughout my service life. The amount had become quite good. I knew that I would be able to manage this lifestyle even after retirement. My life would remain smooth.
Then that day came. Only three months were left before my retirement. It was raining heavily. I returned from a raid. I managed to get two bottles of good quality liquor from the raid. Got some 'seekh-kabab' and 'qorma' from a shop.
Returning to my residence, I changed. I locked the door from inside, kept my revolver on the table (it had become my habit) and started drinking and dining. I was all alone. It was still raining.
Then it happened! Suddenly the door opened. The rain continued unabated. The Sanyasi entered my room.
He was really awe-inspiring in the robe of the Sanyasi. He was almost seven feet tall. His eyes were burning. He was holding a 'Trishool' and a 'Kamandal'.
I was afraid and a little bit drunk, but did not lose my common sense. Was this Sanyasi sent by one of my innumerable enemies? Maybe. I got hold of my revolver and aimed at the Sanyasi.
(……To be continued at Part-II)