It seldom happens that I struggle so hard to find my first big bang lines to introduce the topic. Words are failing me, dementia is creeping in and I even can’t pick up a single line from those numerous books sitting all laid out on my shelf. Fuhgeddaboudit , Pal ! How many times I actually write about some one who needs a single metaphor describing him as born rebel, crack pot bigot, a destiny’s child, living legend or a man in hurry with his own quixotic agenda, which keeps changing every moment. At best , i am worst kind of paparazzi ... Any way that story some other time...
Believe me, this man is hell of surprise package and it all started since the day he was born. Let us hurry up and go back twenty five (or thirty??) years back to history in that none descript village in Eastern part of India, reliving the history in making. That was mother of all nights. As legend goes, no one had witnessed such a rain in that village in living memory, heavens had all opened up, the thunderstorms were crackling that dark night with their thunderous uproar and dogs in that village were crying all the night. At the crack of mid night, when night was dissolving into dawn , he came to the earth. The old octagenrarian mid wife who delivered the baby that night is still alive and recounts those moments with brimming incredulity ," The monster never cried for a split second. He was all smiling and throwing his little limbs all over the place. I was afraid if he would start running from the next moment." Next moment, neither was rain there nor were thunderstorms, it was complete lull. Even all the dogs had gushed to no where in that flood as if God has paid price of hundred dogs to Satan as an exchange for this little prick. Priest of the Village Hanuman temple came rushing to the house of liitle baby and proclaimed to the family, " This child is son of soil and does not belong to this family.Deity has come to his dreams and told him that child is ordained by the God to lead his own life in pursuit of divine purpose. From today on , this boy will known as Indrajit as he has won over the Rain God." Entire village was in their knees singing the glory of lord.
By that time, little Indrajit had already gone into his slumber. The hulk had born now and was taking liitle nap before he wakes up to take this bad world by its horns.
To be continued....
Your comments , stories and anecdotes on Indrajit are solicited....
Saturday, October 3, 2009
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