Maya Chapter – 4 – Meeting Dishana

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Continued from Maya Chapter 3 at http://www.storyhut.net/maya-chapter-3/#, where, after reaching the strange spot, as per the mysterious note, shared by the mysteriously disappearing gentleman, Adi gets stuck in the midst of strangely clad people, who transform into a set of smartly attired, sophisticated looking lot, right in front of her eyes……..

I turned in a state of complete incredulity towards Mr. Pinstripe and asked him – “Who are you? What is your name?” He said “I am Dishana” and stretched his hand. I shook his outstretched hand. “Pleased to meet you”, I said, though in reality I was not sure whether I was pleased, puzzled or scared. In fact I was trying to place the odd name – ‘Dishana’, trying to rake my brains to work out if it was Sinhalese, Hindu, Zoroastrian, Islamic or a Jewish. I normally am not prejudiced, but it always helps to understand the religious inclination of the person, one is dealing with. My mind, thanks to the Rudraksha rosary, then came to the conclusion that Mr. Dishana was either an Indian or a Sinhalese.

In reply to my thoughts, the mind reader Mr. Dishana elaborated –“I am a Jaya Purush – A Vedic Personality. I span the universe and beyond and have existed since eternity and beyond. I exist as existence does.”

Out of all the various possible polite responses, the only one that came to my mind at that instant was the shortest – “Wow!” – I said, “That is… wow, amazing, and fantastic!! You must have had a nice long and eventful life then!! These people – are they Vedic personalities as well?” The situation was getting too weird for me to handle. Vedic personalities are those one reads about in comics. They used to manifest themselves when a person was in real need, in a luminous form, clad in traditional Indian attire and finery; they always were adorned by heavy gold and diamond jewellery and almost always wore crowns, unless they were banished from their respective positions or were in exile. Such a stylish pinstripe suit as the one this Mr. Dishana the mind reader wore, certainly did not seem to be a part of such a personality’s wardrobe. Either they were all playing a prank, or were escapees from a lunatic asylum. Their faces seemed too worldly wise to belong to ‘loony runaways’, but one cannot be too sure of such things now-a-days.

Mr. Dishana the mind reader answered my unasked question – “The secret is to blend-in. It is easy to wear such a form and attire as needed for the occasion in this space time continuum, especially when one is an eddy”. “Eddy?” I asked “eddy as in ‘eddies in a flow’ or Eddy as in ‘Edward’?” Mr. Dishana’s reply was a simple rhetoric, “you do not expect me to answer that!” He went on, “We and everything are a part or whole of (as you would like to perceive) one big flow, a continuum, without a beginning or end.

Eddies that move along the flow, help create the required variety or change. The level of perception and awareness determines how the whole is perceived; the perception in turn depends upon the intensity of the energy at that point and instance, and at that colossal scale, points and instances merge, so there is a free transfer and growth.” “In essence you say that you are one of those that who control the lives of humans.” I interjected before he could continue further.

“At a level (Y) yes”, He replied. In that plane, we are known to have power over the actions and blessings of the inhabitants of the world. I have held many positions and have been addressed to with names like ‘Brihaspati’, ‘Jupiter’, ’Zeus’, ‘Thor’ or ‘Marduk’ as people pleased.”

“All these people – who are they?” I asked. “They are the Adityas, Dityas, Marutas, Ashwins, Mitra & Varuna, Bhaga & Saraswati, Ahilya, and Ganga amongst thousands of others whom you possibly have never heard about”.

I was quite surprised; I had till then, not noticed any lady amongst the crowd; there indeed were ladies, genteel, smart, suave, gorgeous ladies, clad in impeccable business suits. They certainly did not look like Saraswatis and Bhaghas.

I suppressed an almost in-suppressible urge to giggle. Nice parade, charade or whatever it was. “Nice code names.” I said aloud. “Yes.” He replied “They are nice code names, but not the way you think. They are the names these genteel, smart, suave and gorgeous ladies have been addressed and revered by many, for centuries. They have other names as well, but you are not aware of them.”

That was it for me. I decided to take a walk at that point. I said, “nice meeting all of you. I think I am quite fortunate to have met such wonderful people like you. I hope our paths cross again. Take care”, shook hands with Mr. Dishana, who pressed another note into my palm, turned my face away from the crowd, walked back to my car, whose punctured tyre had just got replaced, sank back into the seat and told my high strung driver to rush.

When we had reached a ‘safe’ distance from the spot where I had the strange encounter, I glanced at my watch, worried that I must have lost plenty of time, and realized that it was only 12:01 PM; “Strange!” I thought. The time I spent with the strange gang of Vedic people seemed much longer than three minutes!

I then opened the note trust into my palm by Mr. Dishana. It said – “Saturday afternoon, 3:00 PM at ‘Ghanta Ghar’.” I did not know where this strange ‘Ghanta Ghar’ was, nor was I in a mood to ask someone about it. I decided to forget the whole incident, threw the note out of the window and rode off to office.

A week later I got a call from a ‘Human Resources Consultant’. He spoke to me about an organization that operates out of an old bus terminus. He asked me if I would be interested in working for them. I did not see too much of harm in checking the organization out and agreed to attend the interview.

On the way to my interview my driver kept trying to point out various landmarks, I was too lost in my thoughts about work and possible plans to pay any attention to his words.

The interview went off very well. The organization proved to have all the characters of an ‘Ideal organization’. I had always dreamed of working for such an organization as that one, in such a role as I had just been interviewed for. I however was not too sure if I would be hired, nor was I in such a big hurry to leave my job.

On the way back from the interview, my driver resumed his ‘guide act’. As I had nothing better to do, I decided to relax, sit back and let my driver double up as a driver cum tourist guide. He was describing the places – “This is a two hundred year old park, this is a Tibetan shopping complex, this is ‘Ghanta Ghar’…” “Ghanta Ghar? Where is Ghantaghar, what is it?” I asked – my interest aroused. “The place that we just went past” he replied, “it contains a clock tower and is known to be more than a couple of hundred years old.”

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