Verses and Bread

Scorching dry white sand, even a drop of water cannot be seen. Heat emanates like steam from white sand. No shade even for a sparrow to sit. No insects, even a fly to fly. Sky, the boiling blue plate above, below boiling white sand, the desert; if some ground nuts are thrown to the sand it would get roasted within moments. No hope of cloud or no cloud of hope. What happened to the spring, autumn and winter here? Only ripe summer. Hot winds blow with blistering heat. Baby dunes appear here and there in hot winds like smallpox eruptions. By next wind, they disappear and erupts some other locations. Small heaps of sandstones and flints can be seen scattered here and there like warts on the white skin. Often some of these heaps can be seen bloomed with black vultures. But by the next wind, they disappear and dissolve somewhere in the atmosphere. Sometimes mad hot wind breaks its chain. It redesigns the desert scene, high sand deposits disappear, new big sand dunes take place, and new low sand regions appear. Sometimes small sandy cyclones can be seen going up like big devilish flowers, in distances, some other times very near. A devil’s heaven, his spirit works relentlessly all over here.

No idea how this man reached here. None has provided him food and water. He has been starving for days. Throat has parched and cracked, no spring near around to get a drop of water or a juicy plant to squeeze and drink or to chew even a leaf. No sounds, except the death-whistling of hot wind. No chattering, no cooing, no humming, no words. Pitch darkness under the hot sun. The man began to ponder over the depressed state of his ancestor in Eden Garden.

“There had enough greenery, fruits, birds and other beautiful comrades to make his daily life lively there, then why had he been so depressed in his life amidst such a paradise of plenitude? If he had spent some days here in this desert, what would have been his plight then? Would he have committed suicide? He had lonely been in a beautiful forest with the retinue of natural friends, but here I am lonely in a terrible sand forest, everything has deserted me. Yes, I know now what he had suffered there. It was ‘the words’ that he lacked, the spoken words. Whether it is in Eden or in this desert, the words give real life and rejuvenation for the soul and spirit. In the beauty of words, life throbbing. Beautifully articulated words beget life and energy. That’s creative. ”

While wandering his thought like this breaking chain it met with the thought of the Lord of the desert. That began to lecture.

“Among all living beings you, the men, are creative. God has created you as his own son. None other than man can cultivate or create his own bread, food, and other consumables. You are the one and only being other than God who can create. So I tell you to create bread from these stones. The consumables men needed, here in this desert. Thus we can change this desert to a city, you can, the man can, I know.”

The man answered “You think that man lives by bread alone. Not so, man lives with words and verses too. Man rebuild and recreate his material surroundings as you mentioned, but it is not the one and only marvelous peculiarity he possesses. The unique and marvelous peculiarity he posses is that the citizenship in the world of words and verses. Otherwise, consumer world may be his creation but he is the creation of the world of words and verses. Not only he builds a consumer world but he builds a cultural world too. He needs bread as he has the body. But he needs verses too as he has soul also. The one who lives only in the consumer world is not a man but beast. But the one who lives mainly in cultural world and for the sake of existence in the consumer world is the man. He floats in the cultural world, in words and verses, and enjoy the celestial solace. He cannot be solaced in or by consumer world.

As the bread, so the body; As the words, so the soul.

Without words and verses, life is an arid desert like this where sandstorms and deadly cyclones blow without any hindrance. Words replenish, enrich, refresh and reinforce soul. It has miraculous power. It makes possible what impossible by matter, by consumables, by tools. So, man becomes so by words not by bread.”

The arid windblown was straining to take away the tunic laid on the shoulder of the man. He took and wound it across his chest to defeat the wind’s attempt. The wind continued blowing obstinately against the man. He stood against it firmly, and then wind tried to take away sand from below his feet. But he began to step forward to survive the wind and its devices. The lord of desert led him to a high mountain cliff and made him stand on the verge, and then said,

“Jump down; I want to see the power of your words and verses that you say it has. I want to see whether it support you safely. I want to see what influence that words will have upon your body.”

The man responded “You enticed well my grandsires too. But I ask that how can the power of words and verses be tested? All those are men, are under the influence of words. Words are beyond us and they make us. They carve us, design us. We cannot influence them, the words and verses. They are not within our limit but we men are within words limit. A stone can be tested by you as it is within your limit, but not the universe as it is not within your limit but you’re within the limit of the universe. Words mean a universe and it always beyond men. Of course, this universe is within man and man within it. But the bread is under our control. We never allow them to determine our lives but our lives determine our bread. You are controlled by bread and that is your God. You showed my grandsires the world of fruit and bread there in that Garden and told them to work for them. Thereby you deprived them of verses that they used to hear in cool evenings every day. You handed them sharp tools to cut, split and cultivate. They ate their bread by the sweat of their forehead. They mend the ground with the tools. They felled the Eden and made it a dry land, later desert where I am now. And later as they deprived of verses, they used those sharp tools to mend one another. That devilish strategy they still continue, instead of verses they use sharp tools to mend one another and incessant bloodshed. So, that devilish strategy won’t work with me.”

Lord of desert showed him the world and its plenitude then said,

“Look the city and its glory! How marvelous it is! Big mansions, beautiful gardens and nice streets, All are the result of labor for bread. In search of food and facilities, men have created all these. These are either the byproducts or the main products of the work of men for their bread. I expose the enchantment of this consumer world before men and stop chanting words, make them silent to work with tools. I deprived them of words and thought to focus on bread and body. Look they have changed the face of the earth with marvelous and great structures. Give up that nonsense idea of words and verses and come to the ground reality, obey me, follow me, worship me, I will give you all these wealth and its glory.”

The man answered “Your ground reality is this where I stand now, the blistering desert. You advised my ancestors to make the Garden to a ground reality. They obeyed, they came far away from words and verses they used to enjoy in their life and convert that Garden of ever-spring to everlasting summer, the desert where I am suffering now. Here not only the drought dries the ground but also it dries the throat, prevents words and verses.

You preached about the glory of your world. Where is it? Where are the glorious works you executed in history? Where is Babel tower? Where are Babylonia and its glory? Where are the Kingdoms and its glories? Where are the cities created in last century? Where are the Palaces where Kings and Emperors conducted their councils? Where are their inner courts embedded with diamonds, rubies, and pearls where wise men sat and debated? Can you completely trace what you created in last decade? I challenge you to trace everything that you have achieved yesterday in your world, can you? But I will show you the universe of words and verses the eternal world where everything that they created exists.”

Saying this, the man took a scroll from his waist and opened. A loud earth shaking thunder and lightning happened. Suddenly the desert disappeared and through the scroll, another world opened where the lord of the desert could see the Eden and its inhabitants Adam and Eve, Abraham and Sarah, Patriarchs, David, Kings and Kingdoms, Emperors and Empires …………….. The world where everything exists without fading, even the Greece the cradle of civilizations and her philosophers can be seen. The man turned the scroll’s page to next. There the future could be seen, a golden city where the people are young and energetic. None is hungry, thirsty, craving or lust all are intoxicated with spirit. No food and drinks there. No relations, no father, no son, no daughter, no mother, no wife, no husband all are like angels. No sex, no pregnancy, no birth and no death all are beautifully naked and no shame. No labor no exploitation. All are enjoying, playing and flying, the Heaven. Seeing this, the lord of desert fainted and fell down.

The man shouted, “away from me you Satan.” Then he closed his scroll.

A black thunder and lightning along with earthquake took place. After darkness, the light came back. The man looked to the ground to see the lord of the desert who fell down. He found nothing else other than a loaf of bread.

Round Earth, Flat earth

Early morning, Mist was hesitating to leave the surroundings. From inside the nearby house big clapping, shouting, throat breaking prayers, without order, a total pandemonium could be heard. All the hens and chickens found their shelter somewhere around in bushes hearing the pandemonium and thunder prayer. Doves enjoyed the morning rays on the roof frightened and fluttered in extreme fear. Two stray dogs that were sleeping in front of the gate of the house shuddered, stood up and shot like arrow hearing prayer and pandemonium.

After a few minutes, everything came to the normal state, not only the house but also the households. Normal life began. Utensils in kitchen clashed, bathroom was opened and the sound of the shower could be heard. A small boy came to sit-out with his books. He began to read. It was the science lesson that he began to read. He had to learn from it to answer the question his Miss was to ask him on that day.

He read loudly “Our planet earth is round and moving around the sun in an elliptical orbit.”

His father, hearing this, came running to sit-out and asked: “Who told you that the earth is round?”

The boy replied, “Our Miss who taught us this lesson.”

Father took his spanking stick and gave him two spanks on his bum then said “No, look earth is flat. Have you heard me preaching like that? I have been reading scripture for many years. I have never seen such things in scriptures, nonsense.”

“OK. That might be true.” The boy thought, he closed his books as it was time to leave to school. He changed dress and came to the gate where his friends had been waiting for him.

As soon as the friends saw him, they asked a question “Why the doves fly away when you pray in your home”?

The boy answered, “When we pray spirit come down in the form of doves, dad has told me so.”

“But this is not coming down to your home, going away from your roof.” Boys corrected him.

“Oh, that’s… that’s… because the spirit is spreading from our house to surroundings when we pray.”

Boys said “Truly, you are your dad’s son. You will become a great preacher in the future. But the neighbors say it is common sense that flies away from your house.”

They were walking to school while they were speaking so. They reached their school. After a few minutes, the bell rang as usual and everyone got into their classes. After prayer class was started.

Class Miss asked the boy “what is the shape of our earth?”

The boy stood up and answered, “It is flat, Miss.”

The teacher took her spanking stick and gave him two spanks on his bum “No, I taught you yesterday, it is round. Don’t forget I will ask you again tomorrow. Go home and read the lesson well.”

The boy went home after school. Next morning he took his book and began to read. “Our planet earth is round……………..”

Suddenly two spanks fell on his bum. It was his dad “I told you yesterday. Don’t utter nonsense. It’s flat.”

He closed his book, changed dress, and went to school. His teacher asked “Have you studied? How is the earth?”

The boy answered, “In the same shape flat, no change.”

That day the numbers of spankings were three. The teacher warned “It’s round. Don’t forget.”

Next day morning after ritual pandemonium, the boy opened his book and began “Our earth…………” he looked at his dad. Dad was standing there with the spanking stick. He suddenly closed his book. And he became ready to go to school. He kept silent and spoke nothing. He went to school. The class starteThe teacher

her came to him and asked “How is our earth?”

He answered “Miss your earth is round and my dad’s is flat”.

Teacher transfixed, boy continued “No problem, let it be round in school, but, please I cannot take it to home as round. It’s flat there in dad’s scripture. Nobody can make it round there. Whether it is round or flat, please free my bum.”

From back bench the boy heard something like glass breaking. He turned back to see what was that. That was his friends’ giggling. One of them stood up and said.

“His and his dad’s faith and commonsense are like pesticide and insects. Where their faith presents, there the commonsense dies or flies away.”

Spring of Words, The Kingdom of Heaven

The river had been crawling gracefully slowly along the lowland which had full of thickets, a wilderness. The azure sky served a dome for all the phenomena which had been going on there, and it had been reflected in river azuring it beautifully. Both banks of the river had been painted heterogeneously and marvelously by the lush blooming thickets grown on either side. It looked like a blue python crawling slowly through lavishly flowered greenish. A smooth breeze had been blowing with mixed aroma imbibed from the full bloomed spring to make events more joyful. Atmosphere completely indulged in cuckoo cooing, nightingale singing, bee humming and butterfly fluttering. More or less all the creatures had been intoxicated with sweet honey, pleasing aroma and beauty of colorful flowers. All the beautiful people had together been creating and enjoying a heavenly realm there. Amid those feasting, an odd sound had been floating in the air, the sound of a man, “Repent, for the kingdom of heaven is at hand”.

People heard the call began to move towards that. Men moved along the footpaths which naturally decorated with blooming bushes. Different marvelous colors had been spilled all over the bushes, creepers, and tree-tops. The paths led them to the river which had been flowing loaded with fallen flowers. Amidst those flowers a man had been standing clothed in camel skin tightened at waist with a leather belt and a wine skin full of honey hanging on his shoulder. He watched well the crowd; all were living corpses, venomous expressions. They seemed like dark blemishes in that colorful spring-scene.

He shouted at them, “You brood of viper, look all the living creatures is enjoying their life, why cannot you uncultured?”

The crowd replied aggressively, “We are from a noble race; we have a noble man as our ancestor. The blood flowing through our vein is noble, we are blue blooded. We are God’s own people. How can you blame us as uncultured?”

“Culture does not flow from generation to generation along with blood and flesh. This river which I stand in gets different flowers which differ in color and fragrance at different stages of its course. In some stages, it may not have any flowers and fragrance to float along. And of course, the possibility of getting polluted in some other stages cannot be rejected. Life and culture of generations also like this. How can you claim your ancestor’s?” He responded.

“It is well known that we are God’s own people, chosen people. Then how will your argument have the ground?” People retaliated.

He continued “God’s own people? God’s people become so, as they maintain such values, such cultural values. They can see beauty in everything, everyone and in everywhere. The aesthetical awareness they possess is such. God can make his children even from these stones laying on this bank providing them aesthetical, cultural, content - or values”.

“What?”

“Yes, it is, from these stones God can give birth to his people. There are occasions in which stones, wood or metals are bestowed aesthetical and cultural values on. Exactly, it is not occasionally but always. But it is not visible always, until and unless creative spirit falls upon them. It falls upon them occasionally, so occasionally. In mediums, aesthetical and cultural values have been hibernating. When it comes across the creative spirit, the unwanted portions that cover the value vanish, beauty is exposed. Thus the piece of art or literature creates man of culture or of aesthetical awareness. He is God’s own. Can’t God create his own people from stone?”

“What do you speak about? Our ancestors, prophets, are not God’s people? Are artists?”

“They are. The prophets are because of the words. Cultural and aesthetical values are in words and verses too. So Prophets had been created by words, or the prophecies created prophets. From words everything. Prophecies tried creating a new world with new cultural values, new earth, and new sky; they, prophets, are also artists. The entire universe is from words and its creator is in words. Words bring forth all the beauty. And all the beauty reflects in words. Colorful Spring blooms full-fledged in words and fragrance emanates from it which pervading ages and ages to the end and beyond. So words create God’s own people, or from words too, God creates his people, not from the heritage of flesh and blood. Blood cannot be blue by hereditary.”

“Where is such colorful bloomed spring in prophecies? You are lying.” The crowd accused the man.

“You the blind brood of viper, you cannot even enjoy the colorful spring, the teenager among seasons, which has already appeared around you. You can’t see and enjoy the trees laden with colors. You cannot enjoy the marvelous mixed fragrance emanating from them. These things are very much exposed to your surroundings. But you cannot see. You cannot enjoy the sweet cooing of cuckoos, sweet songs of nightingales, sweet humming of bees and beautiful fluttering of butterflies. Then how can you enjoy the beautiful world in words and verses? You see only letters, words and verses and cannot go beyond. You cannot see the bloomed woods among words, you see the only leaves-shed skeleton of words. You see scorching dry summer in words, have neither leaves nor blossoms. All these are so because you don’t have a bloomed vision.

You walk along the words and verses like rope-walkers do. You think you walk in space on narrow verses its either side and below are dark deep. You see nothing other than the one-inch rope and space; beyond those, death and darkness. And you call those who see everything in words, liars. Not the words and verses but the silent space among them show you the amazing full bloomed spring, a different wonderland that you have never seen before, neither in your life nor in your dreams. And that vision makes you God’s own people.”

“You call us the brood of viper again and again. Why do you utter such nonsense repeatedly? How are we brood of viper?” men questioned.

“The lady had been in the beautiful garden where the ever-spring had found its abode, paradise. It is said that the man had been in utter despair in all the days. So it became necessary to create a woman at the left side of the man to make his life and surroundings a full bloomed spring. So she had come and converted everything to colorful in his life. That had made both evergreens. In her presence, he felt the divine proximity under green shades and in the cool evenings. The divine force walked together with them and talked to them. One day a blanket of solitude covered the lady in which her beautiful and colorful vision had been covered and altered by another venomous one; by the venomous vision of old snake viper. Gradually, in her vision, blossoms in the garden began to fade and ended up in complete fading and falling away of spring. Cooing, singing and humming of birds vanished, dissolved and died away to far away distance. Rain and mist hesitated to visit. Thorns and thistles nestled. Both the man and woman had completely become the brood of that viper. Crying, cursing, the sound of fighting with metals became the order of days among their offspring. Mutilated body and flowing blood could be seen.

Are you not brood of viper? You hear sword crossing, shield crashing and crying. And see mutilated bodies, flowing blood. What else reflect in your visions, words, and talks? So, what else should you be called? You see beauty nowhere in your life. No beauty can be seen in your language; neither blossoms nor color and aroma. The boors! ” The Man briefed so.

While the man standing in water had been briefing so, many came to him to be washed to new vision and life. The man had been washing them to provide them the vision of spring, but he was not sure whether they got the vision or not. At the same time, another one had been coming towards him. His face had been radiating. The crowd seeing him amazed that whether the spring reflected in his eyes or it reflected from his eyes. He approached the camel skin dressed man and asked,

“Wash me to the new vision of spring”

The man replied, “I want to be washed to your vision and life, please.”

“No, you have been making the way. So, first, I should be along with it.”

He agreed and washed him in that river. No sooner had he came out of the water after the dip than ‘The Word’ came from above “This is my son, in him I am pleased.”

The camel skin dressed man said “This is the man, the son, of words. This is the man who will make a full bloomed spring with words and verses, a kingdom of full bloomed spring of words and verses, a Kingdom of Heaven. Now it is at your hand, follow it.”

The crowd said “You made him to ‘word of man’ “

“No, he made me what I am now,” Said the man and moved away from the water. He had been shouting ‘Kingdom of Heaven at hand, repent.’

The breeze was in its full swing with mixed fragrance. The flower laden trees nodded their heads here and there with joy. The river still continued its course carrying heterogeneously colorful blossoms in her bosom. The green plants bowing down laden with flowers on either side had been fondling her affectionately. Her joy found no boundaries as she had given birth to the great and beautiful vision and visionary - Jesus.

The strange man by the lake

Centuries ago………… far ago………

Lake Genneserat, a beautiful big blue lake - it is also known as Sea of Galilee - situated east of Galilee. It was a beautiful golden dawn on its shore. The golden rays from the east had been painting the lake shore and its ripples gilt. Two empty boats had been dancing over the baby ripples as per the rhythm set by the same. The boats had been enjoying the light weighted state much, swaying left and right and moving up and down according to ripple-rhythm. Boats were not far away from the lake shore. Both of them had so been tethered to each stake driven on the sandy bank that their freedom for dance had been clipped. The head geared and cloaked men had swarmed along the bank. Greybeard of old men looked golden. That entire bank and inhabitants on that day had been tinted golden.

A tall man had been talking to a crowd who had gathered on the lake shore, in sand, which had been painted golden.The man had been walking to and fro along the water edge.Gilt baby ripples had been licking smoothly his feet to make it clean. Each and every golden ripple had been competing to lick and wash his feet. The crowd on Genneserat shore is nothing new. The free Galileans – nonslave people – usually crowded there as the best place for selling their processed goods and to buy fish for their bread. Over and above most of the folks who had perched on Genneserat shore were fishermen and they all would come to shore every day, in early mornings, in connection with their fishermen jobs. Genneserat shore was the place where the greatest number of free working men had been gathering in Galilee. The sea resources were common and all those who had been working with boat and net in lakes and sea were free men, as the sea and its resources could not have been divided to assign slaves over the division of sea-resource to protect them. So fishermen in Galilee were enough lucky to be free men. That stranger, the tall man, had been speaking to those free men on the shore in that fresh misty morning.

The crowd on the shore had been looking to the distance in the lake to see boats, which had gone fishing in the previous night, being rowed ashore back burdened with the load. The two boats already perched the shore had come light weighted. From the distance itself, the crowd had ascertained, seeing the full mounted hull above the water and its joyful dance over the waves swaying left and right, that the boatmen were rowing ashore empty. Immediately their face had faded. Seeing their despair, the man began to ask questions.

“Why are you so unhappy?” he enquired.

People answered,” the boats are empty, no fishes.”

He again inquired, “When you have bread and fishes, you are happy; aren’t you?”

They replied, “Of course, we are.”

“Why the inverse doesn’t happen in your life?” he shot another question.

“Sorry, what do you mean?” the crowd reacted.

“If your bread and fishes make you happy, the opposite should also be true; your happiness should bring your bread and fish; why don’t you try that?” he asked.

“Your teaching is amazing. Is it true what you said? “, Crowd responded and their swarming sound subsided in the lake of silence. Their eyes had been widening like blooming blue shell flowers in the morning because of curiosity, nostrils widened. Many had been taking their tunic from their shoulders to wrap themselves well again to provide a good and tight shield against morning cold. They had been getting ready to aspire something new that they had never before in their life. The area of the swarm had been widening so that he couldn’t have talked facing the whole people standing on that water edge.

So the man looked around to see the boatmen who had moored their boat at the bank chained their freedom to stakes. They had been washing their nets nearby in the lake. They had also been discouraged as they didn’t have a catch. They had completely been swallowed by total despair. In their mind, they had been maledicting the net and boat. They had been trying to find some inauspiciousness with their boats and nets. What else the helpless men could have done in such unsuccessful situations? Their heart and mind had not been there in washing their nets. Those had been taken away by the talk of ‘The strange Man by the lake’. The man clapped his hands looking in the direction of net- washing men. The men with nets turned to the direction of clapping. Seeing the men responding to his clapping by their glances, he signaled them to come near. Then, after he got into one of those boats, told them to untie and move a little that boat to the water. It was Simon, the boatman, who moved that boat to the water. It was his boat.

Then everyone’s appearance had been presented before his clear vision. And everyone could get a clear vision of his appearance. Lake Surface had been fuming like a big cup of hot morning tea as it was in the early morning. Sitting in the boat he continued his talk.

He continued asking, “Your happiness should fetch you your bread and fish, but why bread and fish fetch you happiness?”

The crowd answered, “When we have it and quench our hungry and thirst, we feel happiness.”

He questioned their idea, “Your bread and fish go to your stomach. Is it from your stomach happiness coming? You claim you are free men but I don’t think so and I have a reasonable doubt.”

The curious crowd asked, “What is that your doubt. We are free men, not slaves.”

The man affirmed, “No, you are slaves. But my doubt is that whether you are the slaves of your stomachs or the slaves of your bread and fish?”

Crowed amazed in the reasoning power of the man and asked, “How that is without loving bread and fish and without considering stomach, men can live?”

“Your joy, happiness and love springs from your heart and mind. Your heart and mind are the springs from which these emotions flowing out not from your stomach or from your bread and fish. Whenever these springs are open and function properly these pure constructive qualities well up and flow out and you will be able to float in it. And you will enjoy life, will be very happy and love one another unconditionally. You will help one another; your happiness, joy, and love fetch what you needed in your life”. The man explained.

“That’s amazing, but do you think that we are short of fish today because of our heart and mind are dry?” The men crowded enquired. Their eyes glared in the rays of morning sun. Curiosity had been blooming on their face.

“No, as long as you have a throbbing heart and a thinking mind those won’t dry up but well up with emotions and thoughts. If it is not with happiness, joy, and love then it will be with worry, envy, and hatred. If it is so as the latter, you are floating and rowing in the lake of hatred, worry, jealousy and envy. There everything repels one another and none can come together thereby nothing can be achieved. “, He explained. Simon had been standing on the other end of the boat with an oar in his hand.

“Why then we are rowing in such a lake of repellency? “, One of the eager men asked.

“As I mentioned, you are slaves, not free men. You are slaves of many things; your emotions are in the chain. They are not controlled by you. Something else, other than you, outside you, decides your happiness, joy, and love. Are you not slaves then?” He asked the crowd. They stood motionless without an answer. The boat had been dancing with two men at two ends, like performing a new item in dance. The wet oar in the hand of Simon dazzled in morning rays.

“Then what about those who are under the yoke and in the stable of landlords? Are they free?” Someone among the crowd shot a hot question.

“No, they are not slaves but worse than that, they are the crops like the fishes of a lake, cattle in the field or wheat and maze in farms; they are among them. But if you have love that not controlled by your stomach or bread and fish, you should love them freely to free them. They are among the harvest in the field, but you should be the workers to save them. For that, you should first be free, free from hatred of such people and become fishers of them, fishers of men. ” He exhorted. The hearts of the crowd melted, they stood there still.

Turning to Simon he told him to row his boat to deep to cast net. Simon answered,” Master we have worked hard all night and haven’t caught anything. But because you say so, I will let down the nets.”

The oar in hands of Simon moved back fast and forcefully breaking water with splashing sounds, a folk song had been gently flowing from the mouth of Simon, and he was in a full bloomed happy mood. Generating new waves, boat leaped forward with the rhythm of rowing and singing. Within moments they reached deep, Simon cast net. The man asked Simon to pull out the net. He strained hard to pull it out of the water, when it came above the water, full of wriggling silver pieces with fins. A single boat couldn’t have taken the total catch. Simon held his hand in the air and signaled his partner to come with his boat. They had to fill both the boats to empty the casted net. They began to row back to the bank; boats slowly began to move with strain.

Boats reached and so heavily kissed the water edge that their noses hid in the sand.

The man got down from the boat and asked the crowd,” Do you believe now that our happiness, joy, and love bring home what we needed? If you are not happy, joyful and loving these two boats of fish and another two boats of bread will not fill you. Otherwise four loaves and five fishes enough to satisfy you”

Simon kneeled down before the man and said,”Lord I am a sinner. My heart and mind nested with worry, envy, hatred and revenge. Please away from me.”

The man said, “Don’t worry, get up and give up them. Then you can be a fisher of men.”

The crowd asked one another, “Who is this man?”

Some answered, “Certainly, ‘Son of God’!”

The savior

It was the beginning of the beginning of A.D.

To make out the difference between men and animals had been very difficult. The animals and men had been looking out for the line that divided them into two, but most often they had failed to locate the same. Men often found themselves among animals and animals often among men. Throughout their life, they had been in an utter confusion in making out their siblings, who are who? They had been living such a life of confusion and mess up.

When the men are seen among animals as part of them, they were called slaves; and when animals are seen among men, they were called lords- the owners. The two-legged animals who lived along with four-legged took utmost care of the four-legged. They protected them from wolves and other cruel enemies, fighting with teeth and nail incurring wounds and fractures. They so loved one another. As were the four-legged, so were the two-legged; no home, no permanent spouse nor their own children. They - the two-legged - wandered along with four-legged, ate fodder with them, slept in plains along with them and sexed with them. They had been deprived of all facilities that had been being enjoyed by the animals called lords or owners lived in big mansions. They lived full naked or half naked, they had not been aware of the nakedness. They were used to living beast-life. By the way of life, gradually, they had maintained their minds and thoughts like that of their four-legged comrades. Mentally they had been transformed back to animals, the inverse of Darwinian Theory had been in action in those days without its discovery and without Darwin's permission.

As they had gone mad, they possessed beast like vigor and strength which was necessary to protect their four-legged comrades. So the animals among men, the owners, would often torture these creatures to drive them mad and to get the benefit of it in terms of strength and vigor. Those who didn’t have possessed enough strength would have been killed by the owners mercilessly as it had been a waste and loss maintaining such good for nothing slaves. Usually, the two-legged beasts, the slaves, had afflicted with wounds all over their bodies; from the field by the wolves and from their stables by their owners – the other wolves. If any wound or lame on anyone of the folk found, the slaves needed to answer and pay the price in terms of getting whipping and blood shedding.

It was a foggy winter day in Galilee and its surroundings. The Gadarenes was against and nearby Galilee. All Gadarenes was under the canopy of gray fog. A hill stood in Gadarenes old aged and gray-haired as it had hidden its head in the gray fog. A beautiful lake was washing the foot of the hill, below in the valley. A mild breeze was blowing gently along the hill and its valley; the fog streamed along with it floating in the air. It seemed like a grandpa, sitting invisibly somewhere, blowing cigar smoke gently from his mouth to spread all over the atmosphere. On the bulged belly of the hill, a herd of pigs had been being pastured. A little far away from pigs, there was a graveyard with full of tombs. Among the tombs, a two-legged had been lying watching carefully his four-legged comrades, the pigs. He had bleeding wounds all over his body, at a glance, his body was crying in red tears. The owner-beasts had chained him there among those tombs, but before his mad and vigorous strength iron chains had failed to serve the purpose. Nothing had enough strength to hold him to a stake, but the then social system stood before him as an unbreakable chain.

In the lake below, he could see the sail of a boat approaching from the other side to the hill foot. In a short time, it kissed the foot of the hill and the sail folded down. A man tall but slim got down from the boat onto the bank. He took his cloak from his shoulder and covered well again to protect himself from the cold fog and looked upward in the direction of the graveyard that covered with tombs. Then he began to climb the hill with stern pace. He made his way through the grazing pigs. They grunted seeing a stranger encroaching on their territory. Having heard the grunt, the two-legged stood up among the tombs. Yes, the man who got down from the boat was approaching him. The two-legged observed well enough him to understand that he was a free man. His gait and dress had proclaimed it well. He walked confidently and peacefully hiding a small smile in the corners of his mouth. He had upheld his head and a unique glare had been emitting from his eyes.

“Sure he is a lord”, he murmured in his mind. But he didn’t see a tormenting rod or sword in his hand. “For what, other than to torture me, he approaches?”, he was certain. No other custom till that moment he, the two-legged, had neither remembered nor experienced. He checked well himself once more, “no, I am strong enough, no need to kill me, still I am useful and I have not committed any mistake. The entire herd is well, nothing has lost. Then why ……..? ”. He began shouting and crying, “Lord what have you to do with me? Do not torment me”.

The man asked him very calmly and sternly, “who are you?”

He answered, “we are many, legion”.

In those days, as slave herdsmen didn’t have any identity, they would have been addressed in the number and names of their owners.

Again the man commanded, “Come out of this man.” For that, the two-legged replied, “no, the pigs”. “Yes, the pigs are yours go to them but free the man”, the man commanded once more.

Suddenly the two-legged lost his beastly strength and the control he had on the herd. The herd of pigs began to move along the slope of the hill like a white stream to the lake and dissolved in it and drowned. The two-legged came to a different state of mind and he felt the breeze, enjoyed the lake and floating fog in the atmosphere, he found beauty everywhere. The blue lake, the green hill with bulged paunch and azure sky altogether had made a marvelous scene that he had never enjoyed before in his life. He felt like a shell had fallen away from him. He sat at the side of the one who freed him.

But the village had been stirred hearing the news. The streams turbulent with the men of hatred, anger, revenge and fit of rage began to flow towards the man who freed the slave herdsman. He was standing on the bank of that beautiful lake with his calm and quite disposition hiding that usual small smile somewhere in the corners of his mouth. Turbulent streams which flowed from different directions, when reached his feet, pacified and dissolved in the pacific ocean of the disposition that he held. The men stood bowed and begged him humbly to leave the village.

They begged, “Please, our herds, our wealth, our economy, Leave the village”. They were also getting the disposition that the man radiating there and they were also being transformed from beasts-in-mansions to men. Yes, Darwin’s theory, without his discovery and awareness, was working in its full swing there. The man obeyed the request and stepped into the boat, the sail opened and spread. The boat began to float and flow along the breeze. Suddenly he, the freed slave, wide opened his both arms in the atmosphere towards the sky and shouted,

“Jesus, Lord and savior, let me follow you”.

The loud reply came from the boat which was moving in the blue water,

“Go home, and show yourself”.

Both the shout and reply echoed in the valley, dissolved in the mist that canopied the atmosphere and began to move with a new spirit through the villages, cities, nations and continents, washing souls to white.

Cow-mother

It is very late in the night. The atmosphere is in deep sleep under the pitch-dark blanket. Most of all have embraced sleep. He has neither wondered nor anxious of sleep not fondling him. His soul has also been covered by a dark cloak. A focus-lost life. Not only there is no answer to the question 'where to?' but also even the question itself doesn't rise.

'No, I am not longing for one more dawn', he was in a stern decision.

But there should also be a way to finish life! How is it?

None, no idea comes to live in mind to finish off life. For a long time, it has been like this, a paralyzed mind and soul. No answer for

anything.......

He stood up and started walking as if he had decided something. Even at that moment, his mind was empty like the vast space. A way to finish.......

It was through the darkness he walked. Didn't know how long he had walked. Only when something flexible touched on his leg, he came to know that he had walked a long way. He felt with his leg to know what laying on the ground.

Haa..Haa..a rope, he remembered the scripture ' seek and you shall find, that is in life but here in the darkness I have found without seeking'.Taking the rope in hand, he began to grope in the darkness, the target was a tree-branch. But, here also, pitch darkness stood before him as a blockade. Anyway, he began to move ahead with the rope in hand. He heard some sounds behind him, in dry leaves, like somebody following. He thought, 'must be a ghost or anything like that, doesn't matter all are angels of death, no problem'.

He had walked a little distance, torch-lights suddenly began to appear in darkness from here and there, they came close and close. Every light was focused to him. Some shouted 'stop there' some other ' catch him'. Hearing some one's big shout from behind he turned back to see what, very close to him, there was a cow. Yes, on the other end of the rope which was in his hand, there was a cow. That was the problem, a burning North-Indian problem.

Within moment 'Cow vigilant' passed the judgment.

In the dawn, it was the man who was enjoying North-Indian open

defecation style under the tree smoking a beedi, saw just above the cud chewing 'Cow Mother', like a jack-fruit tree fruited on its branch, "Krishna's" body hanging down on a rope from the tree-branch.

-----------------Long live Cow-mothers-----------------