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PANCHA FORKERS

AND THE

EGGHEAD ROBOTS

The Adventures of Pancha Forkers Trilogy

BOOK 1

Written and published by Jp Vishnu Vardhan

First edition. June 10, 2016.

ISBN: 978-1533755759

Cover design by Jp Vishnu Vardhan

Author's Official Website - goforkersgo.blogspot.com

Table of Contents

License Notes

Chapter one | Weird happenings in Lenin garden

Chapter two | The suicide of God, the green spider

Chapter three | Uncle Jumbo had visitors

Chapter four | Madam Smelling - the cruel witch doctor

Chapter five | Captain D.C. Morweil and his P&V Sons House

Chapter six | Phantom God meets Madam Smelling

Chapter seven | The rise of Xobo - The evil Robo

Chapter eight | The bizarre incident at midnight

Chapter nine | The Brutons, Kreaks and the United Family

Chapter ten | The Egghead Robots

Chapter eleven | The defection of Lord Infinity

Chapter twelve | The Pancha Forkers begins

Chapter thirteen | Off to Mudhumalai forest

Chapter fourteen | Iron glove leads to victory

Chapter fifteen | Lord Xobo retreats

PANCHA | FORKERS AND | THE ANGRY | TRIANGLES

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Chapter one

Weird happenings in Lenin garden

April, 2015

The beautiful, early morning sun popped up East of the town of Kancheepuram and scattered the dull gray sky with streaks of pink, red and gold. Situated on the outskirts of the town, was the newly built Buddhist monastery. This building was constructed on arable land and spread out over 5 acres. From the outside, one could clearly see that the monastery compound contained three blocks of apartments, all of them painted in a pearly white color.

The first block served as residences for the monks. It was a rectangular piece of building, built with steel and glass and had five floors. The second was the Dhyan block, a circular building built with marble stones. It had three floors, all of them used for practicing meditation and Tai Chi exercises. The third building, the catering block was squarely constructed and had only a single floor. It had a huge kitchen at the back and an enormous dining hall in the front. Monks would take turns to cook food in the kitchen, and would dine together merrily.

The three blocks were enclosed by a huge garden. It was planted with full of herbal shrubs, edible vegetables and all kinds of tropical and sub tropical trees. This garden was named as Lenin Garden. It was crisscrossed with foot paths to walk peacefully at one's leisure. A huge barn was at the extreme end of the garden, where cows were reared for milk.

Every dawn, the monastery would teem with dozens of cheerful looking Buddhists, both men and women working in the large Lenin Garden. All of them had their heads and faces shaven clean and wore pale saffron robes. Some would hold spades or shovels and dig the earth to plant new saplings, others would water the vegetables and the extraordinary collection of herbal shrubs and trees growing there. A few would milk the cows and feed the calves in the barn.

After completing their routine morning work, the monks would take a good bath and refresh themselves. Then they would enter the Dhyan block to do the regular Tai Chi exercises. After that they leave to the catering block, prepare a healthy vegetarian breakfast, finish their meals in silence and would go to practice meditation or hear sermons from their master.

On that particular morning, the head of the Monk community Master Bodhitaran was sitting cross legged in deep meditation, alone on the terrace of the Dhyan Building. He was clothed in his usual pale saffron robes. The crisp sunlight streaming down from the cloudless blue sky, glistened off his bald head and made his ivory skin shine brighter.

His best disciple Mr. Jing Jing stood hesitantly at a corner of the terrace, watching him with reverence. He was there to remind his Master the time had come for him to start his routine rounds around Lenin Garden. But he was reluctant to awake his Master from his trance.

Mr. Jing Jing was with Master Bodhitaran for the past couple of years and was now his Personal Assistant. He had impressed his Master with his quick wit, alert mind and selfless dedication. At the age of 25 he was elevated to a significant position in the monastery. But he hadn't made much progress in the spiritual side.

Though he understood only half of his Master's teachings, he was patient like a true disciple and waited for the divine wisdom to blossom in his soul. He trusted the Master with all his heart. He was recognized as the right hand of the Master, because the Master was very fond of him. Mr. Jing Jing always held his Master in high esteem. He was the first among the 200 other followers in this Monastery, who were drawn towards him by the distinct aura of his divine grace and power.

Mr. Jing Jing stood there and stared at his Master scratching his shaven head. He fidgeted with his pale saffron robes, not daring to disturb Monk Bodhitaran even though he was clearly instructed by his Master to remind the time for him to do his other tasks. He wished his Master would soon open his eyes. As though he had read his disciple's mind, Monk Bodhitaran slowly opened his pale grey eyes filled with full of kindness and looked at Mr. Jing Jing. He smiled at his disciple.

"Jing Jing," he said in a calm voice, "You here to remind me something?"

"Yes Master," replied Jing Jing.

"The time is quarter to eleven. You are to go for your routine rounds in the Lenin Garden. It's your time to...." he hesitated, then lowered his eyes and said, "to talk with nature."

He stood there embarrassed as though he had said something rude. Master Bodhitaran merely smiled and leapt to his feet gracefully, much more graceful for a 70 year old man. He beckoned Jing Jing to follow him and descended the stairs rapidly like a teenager.

Jing Jing trailed him hastily, wondering for the umpteenth time how his master could be so fit in this age, not even with a wrinkle on his face. His master was not a body builder - he was lean and short, only 4 feet tall. Yet he was physically powerful.

Jing Jing had seen his Master fight and chase a group of 50 hooligans in the city during a bundh against the government. His fight was not ferocious at all. It was graceful like dance movements. That doesn't meant it looked funny. He had excellently coordinated hand and leg movements. He anticipated his opponent's every move and disabled him within seconds. Jing Jing thought it's not possible for a normal human to have super natural concentration like that.

The youthful old Master and the young disciple marched steadily bare footed, up the Lenin Garden path. Some monks were still working in the garden with sweat running down from their foreheads. On seeing their Master they put down their tools, bent low and folded their hands in respect. Monk Bodhitaran reciprocated the gesture and moved on. Jing Jing lumbered behind him with a quizzical look on his face.

His Master broke the silence. "Have you ever wondered why I named this garden as Lenin Garden?" he asked.

"Hmm... Because you believe in socialism?!" Jing Jing suggested shiftily.

Monk Bodhitaran chuckled.

"Of course I believe. But that's not the reason for naming this garden as Lenin Garden. The reason is, every living thing in this garden follows socialism. You know that?" He asked with a smile.

"Yes Master, I mean no Master, I don't get it Master," blathered Jing Jing thoroughly baffled. "How could the trees follow socialism?" he asked shyly.

"Oh yes, they do. They are not like selfish, greedy humans. People earn lots of money and store them away for future. It's fine as long as it is for a small period of time like a saving. But most people simply lock away billions of money for hundreds of their generations to come! That sounds sickening isn't it? I mean, look at the number of children dying due to hunger across the globe. Poverty simply tears apart humanity everywhere.

People must understand that they take wealth from the nature, they take from the Earth. They shouldn't behave ridiculously like everything was created by them, like they were Gods.

Their mundane mind would never accept the fact whatever they own is only borrowed for a short period of time, including their precious body. They never bring anything along with them by birth, nor do they take away their wealth at death.

They mustn't create a narrow mindset of 'my family, my blood,' out of sheer possessiveness which itself is an illusion. If they leave everything only for their spouse and children, they spoil their chances for liberation. If they shared their wealth equally among the needy, enlightenment would come running to them like a dear little child." He said with a sigh.

Then he continued briskly, "Coming back to the socialist creatures of this garden, watch the birds, they built their homes on generous trees who never torture them for rent money. Look at these scurrying ants, they share their work, home and food equally among them. Look at those scampering squirrels. They never save food for hundreds of their future generations, never save anything in excess or exhibit sole ownership over resources.

Their savings would be only for a week or for the next season in the maximum. A peepul tree won't stock million litres of water for the sake of its seeds that would sprout and grow into many peepul trees in the distant future.

Plants and animals know life is unstable, impermanent. They know they might be withered in a drought or even ravaged by a fire. Still they would survive. But what happens with humans? You dream of building a luxurious palace to yourself, but you die the next day in a plane crash. What's the use of such a life? Humans must be humble and ready to share, like the nature. Then we could make a better world. But alas! that would never happen.

Humans would find a lot of blunt excuses - 'Its my hard earned money, I have the right for luxuries. My family alone is my life. I pay my taxes, the government must take care of the poor. I'm doing a bit of charity, that's enough. Its not my fault that so many people are poor and burdening the planet with over population.' Yes, they always find excuses." he finished sadly and then relapsed into a meaningful silence. Jing Jing mulled over the wise words of his Master.

Soon they reached a secluded and denser part of the Garden. His Master suddenly stopped walking. Jing Jing perfectly know what his Master was about to do now. He bent his head low and averted his eyes from looking at him. But he could clearly hear his Master's footsteps rustling the fallen leaves, moving away from the footpath towards the large, towering neem tree yonder.

"Hello, Miss. Nicky! How do you do?" Monk Bodhitaran greeted the neem tree cheerfully like an old friend. "Hope you are not too thirsty in this hot weather. I asked my people to water you well."

Jing Jing couldn't resist. He raised his head with a jerk and his eyes found his master, who stood facing the tree. His head was bent forward as if he was in earnest conversation with the tree. He was nodding and listening to the tree, as though it was replying to his queries. But the neem tree had not replied. It was there, silent like a tree with no mouth to speak. The only sound came from it was from the gentle waving of its branches by a light breeze.

Monk Bodhitaran continued talking. "Look here Missy, you can't possibly blame my people. If the share of your water was quickly absorbed by Mr. Conku that's not our fault. After all I reckon a coconut tree needs more water than a neem tree."

He stood there listening to the tree with rapt attention, but Jing Jing couldn't hear a single word the tree was saying. Of course how could he? Trees never speak. He would be horrified if it does!

"Ok, all right. I would warn Mr. Conku sternly not to do that again. And I request you not to sleep when my people water you. It would be entirely your fault then for losing your share. Now please excuse me. I have other trees to meet. Good day to you!"

Monk Bodhitaran walked away from the neem tree back to Jing Jing. He began in a solemn voice.

"It's that rascal Mr. Conku, the coconut tree. This morning Miss. Nicky the neem tree was a little late in waking up. In that gap of time he absorbed all her share of water. It's her laziness that has to be blamed!"

He paused and looked at Jing Jing expectantly, as though he too would blame the tree's laziness.

Jing Jing said nothing. He merely looked with a blank expression, apparently dumbstruck. Monk Bodhitaran continued not taking in Jing Jing's disgruntled face.

"Still I think Mr. Conku is a little greedy. What he needs is a nice tick off. He is asleep now. I'm going to sit and wait on the lawn till he wakes up. You staying with me?" He asked eagerly.

Jing Jing suddenly found back his voice. "Er.. No Master, er, I got a job to deliver tomatoes to the kitchen...."

"Well, I must deal with Mr. Conku on my own then. After that I'll return to the Dhyan Block. What's my programme for today?" Monk Bodhitaran asked.

"Nothing in the afternoon Master. Evening you need to give a live speech to B.C.T.V. It's scheduled at 8 o'clock." Jing Jing said.

"Right. You may leave now," said Monk Bodhitaran and settled down on the lawn.

Jing Jing turned back and started to walk by taking lengthy strides, keen to keep as much distance from himself and talking trees. His whole brain was caught in a whirlwind. For the past 2 weeks his Master had been behaving weirdly. Jing Jing revered and trusted his Master, but he simply can't understand this odd behavior of talking with trees. If any other person behaved like this he would have screamed into their ears that they are insane. But this is his Master, the great Buddhist Monk Bodhitaran who had far more intelligence and knowledge than him.

He turned sharply around a corner and reached the edge of the Garden. A handcart stood there, loaded fully with fresh tomatoes harvested from the garden. They looked mouth-watering. He took a tomato hungrily and dug his teeth into it, sucking on the juice and enjoying its savory taste. He began to push the handcart, trudging slowly towards the catering block.

Right from his day one in the monastery Jing Jing had heard rumors that Master Bodhitaran was spotted talking with animals and plants. But he had pooh-poohed them as silly gossips spread by someone with malice, someone who had a grudge against his Master and wished to injure his reputation. Some people outside the monastery talked nastily about him, said he was a crackpot, a kook.... Jing Jing never believed a single slander told about his beloved Master.

But 2 weeks before he got the shock of his life. Everyday after taking a light breakfast, his master likes to meditate on the terrace of the Dhyan building. Then sharply at eleven A.M. he takes a stroll around the garden. Usually, Jing Jing would be the one to wake him up from his trance and sends him for his walk.

He would watch his Master amble into the garden. Then he would run away to complete his other tasks. But on that specific day the Master asked Jing Jing to accompany him. Puzzled and pleased, he went sauntering along with his Master. He knew that his Master always roamed alone in the Lenin Garden. If he suddenly needed a companion, then it must be for a special reason. Maybe he wanted to bestow some divine knowledge to him thought Jing Jing happily.

After they went deep into the garden Monk Bodhitaran asked Jing Jing to wait and left him on the foot path. He wandered yonder and halted before a very old peepul tree. Then he begun to talk earnestly with the tree. At first, Jing Jing couldn't believe his eyes. He thought he was day dreaming. But soon the Master finished his one sided conversation with the tree and came over to Jing Jing. He explained that the peepul tree was disturbed by a pack of mice who drilled his trunks and made numerous holes, thus turning the tree weak.

He was very much taken aback when his Master referred the peepul tree as Mr. Pagoda. At that time Monk Bodhitaran spotted a mouse running on the garden floor. He began talking with it in a most courteous voice. All Jing Jing saw and heard was the mouse squeak at his Master and scamper away. Monk Bodhitaran turned back to Jing Jing, smiling.

He said the problem of Mr. Pagoda was solved. Needless to say Jing Jing was half maddened by this time. He swallowed heavily, thinking this was some sort of joke played by his Master on him. Or else it must be a psychological test to evaluate his sanity. He thought he must not give himself away by expressing his doubts openly to his Master.

So from that day onwards every morning Jing Jing went along with his Master, but turned a deaf ear to his weird talking with the nature. He didn't ask, nor did Monk Bodhitaran explained what was happening. It was a private battle of wits between the Master and the disciple. It was just a matter of time before one of them cracked.

After delivering the tomatoes to the kitchen Jing Jing sat on a chair in the dining hall nearby an open window. He sipped a glass of iced lemonade with relish to ward off the summer heat from damaging his body. He stared at the pale blue sky stuffed up with puffy white clouds and pondered over his Master's odd behavior. This was the fifteenth day he thought. He won't stand it anymore. He must confront his Master. He must demand the truth. If it was a joke or a trick, he would ask the reason behind such an act. Abruptly the lunch bell rang loudly and monks started pouring into the dining hall to have their lunch.

A short, fat, olive skinned monk waddled towards the table in which Jing Jing was sitting. "Hello buddy, you early for lunch?" he asked Jing Jing and seated himself opposite to him.

Jing Jing smiled at the fat face grinning at him. "Hey Mr. Sankar, a few minutes before I saw you snoozing on the lawn. Good thing you woke up in time for lunch."

Mr.Sankar looked offended. "I wasn't snoozing I was meditating. How could you accuse me of doing such an outrageous thing?" He asked with a voice full of indignation.

Jing Jing smirked. "Well, you were practicing a new form of meditation then. I never heard people snore loudly when they meditate. Your snore would have reached the Master's ears. It was that loud."

Mr. Sankar moaned. "Oh, man. I still couldn't get the knack of meditation. I sit there cross legged, focusing all my concentration into one thing and guess what happens? After a few minutes I fall asleep in exactly the same position... Every time," he sighed heavily. "Perhaps I must quit. I'm unfit for this life."

Jing Jing patted his hands comfortingly. "There there, Don't worry. All you need is a little bit of extra time. You have been around here just for a couple of months. You could do well with a bit of practicing," he said sympathetically. "Actually what you need first is a nice slimming, if you ask me," he added.

Mr. Sankar grinned. "Yes. My body and mind feels rejuvenated with these vegetarian food. The sad thing is these foods are also very tasty. I couldn't stop myself from having second helpings of everything. I particularly love the mushroom raveoli. You must try them. The chief cook does warn me if I eat too much. Time to heed her warning seriously."

They both stood up and walked over to the rack where the cutlery items - plates, spoons and forks were stacked neatly. Jing Jing and Mr. Sankar took a plate each, went to the wash basin and washed their hands and plates. Then they stood behind the queue before the smorgasbord.

"What do we have for lunch?" inquired Mr. Sankar to the person standing before him.

"Its brown rice and eggplant fry," came the reply.

––––––––

"Not bad," muttered Mr. Sankar smacking his lips.

At that time Mr. Rhino, a burly, short tempered, white skinned monk known to be a goon before joining the monastery strode into the Hall. Unexpectedly he elbowed Mr. Sankar out of the way and took his place in the line.

"Hey! You can't butt in like that, go back!" said Mr. Sankar angrily and shoved Mr. Rhino.

Immediately Mr. Rhino pushed Mr. Sankar down to the floor and stamped on his face and chest violently. Momentarily shocked, the other monks tried to hold him back. Mr. Rhino shook them off roughly and stormed out of the hall.

Jing Jing helped poor Mr. Sankar to stand up on his feet.

"Man, are you all right?" He asked in a concerned voice.

"Yeah, sort of," replied Mr. Sankar faintly.

Clearly the brutal assault had shaken him. He felt his face with his hands to confirm nothing has been damaged.

"That goon Rhino would be surely expelled for this. This is the second time Mr. Sankar was attacked today," said a monk nearby.

Jing Jing looked at Mr. Sankar with surprise. "What?! Someone attacked you earlier? Who? How?" he asked.

"Well.. About 8 o'clock this morning when I strutted out of the bathroom after having a shower, that black bloke Mr. Needhimaan stood in my way. Abruptly he tried to grab my pink towel from my waist, so I tried to get hold of his blue towel. But he twisted my hand roughly and pushed me down to the floor. Then he jumped on my face and chest repeatedly. When he had done hitting me, he forced me to polish his boots and made me to wear them on his feet," Mr. Sankar said morosely.

"These guys are scamps, stand up to them! Have you complained to Master Bodhitaran?" Jing Jing asked, outraged.

Mr. Sankar shook his head. "Not yet," he said gloomily.

They fetched their lunch and settled back at their table. Both of them ate patiently. They took the rice with their right hands and fed it into their mouths.

Mr. Sankar seemed to have recovered from the attack. He took a large piece of fried brinjal and swallowed it wholly. Then he said to Jing Jing in a whisper, "You know, a most mysterious thing happened in the Garden this morning."

"What, someone had a vision or something?" asked Jing Jing.

Elder Monks who had excelled in their meditation skills got glimpses about their past births like a vision, in their trance state. Whether the things they claimed to have seen were true or not, young Monks were always keen to know about their visions so it caused much excitement.

"No. It's about our Master," said Mr. Sankar in a low voice.

"Yeah, what about our master?" asked Jing Jing curiously.

Mr. Sankar looked around cautiously and checked if anyone was listening to them. All the Monks were busy eating their lunch in absolute silence. "Some people say that our master is weird," he said in a dispirited voice. "I saw that with my own eyes this morning."

Jing Jing clutched hard at the edge of his chair. "You saw what?" he asked with an odd sinking sensation in his stomach.

Mr. Sankar grimaced and bend his head down.

"I was jogging down the footpath of the garden, you know, to burn my excess fat. All the way I was thinking what's the food for lunch. Then I sort of went deep into the garden. Suddenly I heard someone talking. I stopped and checked who it was. Our Master was standing before a coconut tree. And what do you think he was doing?" he asked from the corner of his mouth.

"Yeah?" Jing Jing listened with an accelerated heart.

"He was talking with the tree like it was human. He called it as Mr. Conku! Chattering with it like anything. He paused occasionally to listen as though it was talking back," Mr. Sankar said, his eyes round.

He then took a huge chunk of fried brinjal and put it into his wide mouth. At once it chocked his throat and he coughed violently, his eyes bulging. Jing Jing thumped him hard on the back. Mr. Sankar took a sip of water and felt normal again.

"What do you reckon?" Mr. Sankar asked after a while, watching Jing Jing closely.

"Well my friend, I think you jogged into the garden, felt tired; had a short nap on the lawn and got some weird dreams in which you saw the Master speaking with trees. That's what happened, I perceive. Or the attack on you outside the bathroom might have addled your brains," said Jing Jing with a simper.

Mr. Sankar's face puckered. He felt angry.

"You think I'm lying? I'm making this up? I respect the Master more than you do Jing Jing. What I saw was REAL. If you still think it's some cooked up story of mine come, let's gather a few of our friends with us. Lets go straight to the Master. We will ask him the truth."

Mr. Sankar looked so fierce that Jing Jing felt sure he would go marching to the Master instantly.

"No, No, you misunderstood me!" Jing Jing said, trying to pacify Mr. Sankar.

He was horrified at the suggestion of rushing to his Master with a group of people and interrogating him like a criminal.

"Cool down man I was just joking. What I really meant was, after your tiresome jogging you must have done meditation. I dare say you went into a trance like our Master. You didn't realize that. People sometimes get weird experiences in meditation. They must have felt real to you. I'm sure its not a dream," Jing Jing lied with a horrible guilty feeling in his heart.

Mr. Sankar looked stumped. "You think.. You suggest.. That I had my first trance? Oh! Was it my first success at meditation?"

"Of course pal," said Jing Jing, struggling to keep a straight face. "Congratulations. Keep on the good work."

He left the table, washed his hands and his plate, then placed the plate back on the rack. He waved good bye and showed the thumbs up, to a most perplexed Mr. Sankar.

Chapter two

The suicide of God, the green spider

Jing Jing rushed out of the dining hall gritting his teeth in anger. He was furious with himself. He vowed he would never lie again, not even to defend his Master. He sprinted to the Dhyan Block, bounded up the stairs and reached the terrace, panting. A small bamboo hut was in a corner. It was constructed as a home for his Master. Jing Jing went to the open door of the hut and peeped inside cautiously.

His Master was sitting on a Jute cot holding a book before his face. He was reading something titled 'Breakthroughs in Nano Technology.'

Monk Bodhitaran sensed the movement of a shadow before him and looked up. He saw Jing Jing and his face lit up with a brilliant smile. "Kindly step inside my dear Jing Jing. You look sweaty, the weather's too hot today. Please have some lemonade." He pointed to a large mud pot placed on a stand in a corner of the hut.

"Oh, Thank you Master," said Jing Jing gratefully.

He bent his head low and entered the hut. He went near the mud pot. A silver cup was chained with the stand. He took the cup and opened the tap in the pot. Cool lemonade flowed out smoothly and he filled it up to the brim of his cup. He took a deep swig and emptied it.

Then he stood before his Master with a sombre expression on his face. Monk Bodhitaran gestured at Jing Jing to sit next to him. Jing Jing sat at the edge of the Jute cot.

"What's the matter with you? You look troubled?" Monk Bodhitaran asked in a kind voice.

Jing Jing hung his head down. "Yes Master. I'm in a great state of confusion." He paused and looked at Monk Bodhitaran with a pained expression on his face.

"Why are you confused?" asked his Master softly.

Jing Jing stared at the silver statue of the Buddhist god Hariti holding a thrishul; it hung near the tiny window of the hut. He decided to be bold. "Because.. because of you."

"Me!?" exclaimed Monk Bodhitaran, genuine surprise showing in his face.

"Yes Master. You are the reason. The past 2 weeks, you were acting so strange... Hearing you talk with plants and animals in the garden drives me crazy... Today Mr. Sankar saw you talking with a coconut tree.... I thought you were playing a joke on me, but it seems to be more than that. People are talking behind you Master; they say rude and nasty things about you. I can't bear it. Please, I beg you... Explain me what's the meaning of your actions." He said all this very fast and paused with bated breath, looking expectantly at his Master.

Monk Bodhitaran chuckled and looked at Jing Jing with an amused expression on his face. "Hmm. Seems to me that you were bursting to say these things. I'm glad that you asked, and pleased that you didn't think I'm a nutcase.. You thought my actions carried some meaning. It was wise of you to think that. Very wise indeed." He paused and considered Jing Jing for a moment.

Then he continued, "Mother Nature collectively refers to all the other life forms on Earth, excluding humans; you must realize the greatness of Mother Nature. The origin and survival of human life is closely linked with her. My talk with plants and animals puzzled you. That's because you couldn't hear their voice speaking back to me.

It's not the voice of some imaginative alien beast I'm talking about. Come along with me. I shall make you hear the lively voices of flowers in the meadow, the ringing voice of the bee, the cool voice of the banyan tree and the velvet voice of the squirrel.

You're not yet spiritually evolved to hear them without help. What you need is a device to converse with Mother Nature. Open that wooden cupboard. Inside you will find a Tiger head made up of iron. It's used as a helmet. Take it and follow me." Having said this, he didn't wait for Jing Jing but exited the hut and started to walk swiftly towards the stairs.

Jing Jing opened the cupboard. He saw mostly books of varying sizes, both old and new, arranged neatly in the top racks. At the bottom most shelf of the cupboard he saw five pewter colored statues of tiger heads made in iron. They were hollow and very small, each the size of a human palm. One of them had open jaws with bared teeth; the rest of the statues had closed jaws. They were intricately carved and appeared to him as great pieces of art. He felt slightly confused because his Master clearly said him to take 'the Tiger head made in iron which is used as a helmet.'

The five Tiger head statues inside the cupboard were nowhere near the size of a helmet. He took the Tiger head statue having a closed jaw in his hand. It had small slits for eyes. He saw no other helmet there so he closed the cupboard and ran downstairs. He saw his Master entering the garden. He sped up to reach him, holding the iron Tiger head in the sweaty palm of his right hand.

Soon the Master and disciple were walking side by side in silence into the dense garden. Suddenly, Monk Bodhitaran halted before an ancient Banyan tree. It was enormous, the width of its trunk reaching several feet. Monk Bodhitaran asked Jing Jing to wear the iron Tiger head like a helmet.

"Er.. Master, this is what I found in your cupboard. There was no helmet," said Jing Jing showing out the iron Tiger head in his right palm.

"Well, this is exactly what I asked you to bring. Now gently stroke the statue three times," said Monk Bodhitaran calmly.

"Yes, Master."

Jing Jing stroked the tiny Tiger head three times, feeling rather foolish.

Suddenly it popped up into a big, hollowed Tiger head about the size of his own head. It was exactly like an iron helmet and Jing Jing put it over his head at once, astonished. There were slits near his eyes to see clearly. He felt at ease within the helmet. It was not so heavy and somehow kept his head cool.

Monk Bodhitaran now turned towards the tree and spoke with it. "My dear Mr. Bruze, it's been a long time since I saw you. How do you do?," he asked politely with a smile.

Jing Jing watched this from under his helmet. To his utter amazement a pair of human eyes, a long nose and a thin mouth appeared on the tree's trunk.

The tree talked with its mouth in English. "Oh, its you Monk Bodhitaran. You seem to be in excellent health always. You never age, do you? I'm unwell for the past few weeks. The hot weather has taken its toll on my poor health."

It gave a feeble cough and then continued in a raspy voice. "As you know well, I'm a very old tree who yearn for some peace. But these birds - the parrots and the sparrows disturb me all day. Even the stupid, filthy fruit bats torture me at night with their endless prowling on my branches. Just because I'm big, they think I could stand too many of them. You tell them to shift to other vacant trees around the garden. There's Mr. Prince, the Sandalwood tree. That moron always seem to be empty. He rather enjoys his time alone, and he is very young too..." it said wailingly.

Monk Bodhitaran interrupted the tree's laments. "Wait a minute Mr. Bruze. Let me introduce a friend of mine. This is my beloved disciple and Personal Assistant Monk Jing Jing."

The banyan tree roved its eyes around and found Monk Jing Jing. "Hello young chap. I say, aren't you human? Why do you have a Tiger's head then?" it asked, puzzled.

"Jing Jing, please show yourself," said Monk Bodhitaran.

Jing Jing removed his helmet briefly and showed his face. At once the eyes, nose and mouth in the trunk of the tree disappeared. He put the helmet back on his head and they appeared back.

"Hello Mr. Bruze. Very nice to meet you," Jing Jing greeted the banyan tree warmly. The tree smiled at him, showing its white teeth.

"He's wearing a type of helmet. It's a device, an invention of me. It helps less spiritually evolved people to converse with nature," explained Monk Bodhitaran to the banyan tree.

"Oh, that sounds cool, Monk Bodhitaran. I'm impressed. Hey, I had to tell you a pressing matter in my hands. Mr. God the green spider was pestering me the other day, asking me to send you to meet him. Some Monk of yours accidentally trod on him while watering the herbal shrubs and he hurt one of his legs badly. He whines day and night about it. He is becoming unbearable," said the banyan tree with a disgusted expression.

"Where is this guy now?" asked Monk Bodhitaran.

"His home is on the begonia bushes, fifty feet from here," replied the tree.

Jing Jing and Bodhitaran both wished the banyan tree a good day and moved towards the begonia bushes. When they reached the place, Jing Jing looked down curiously at the little creature sitting on a leaf, howling with pain. It was a well grown spider bright green in color - the color of the grass snake. At first it didn't notice them and went on crying loudly.

"There there. What is ailing you Mr. God?" asked Monk Bodhitaran in a concerned voice.

The spider looked up with its many eyes in surprise. It cocked its tiny head at him and started to talk with its pincers in a hissy voice.

"Ah... It's Bodhitaran. I suppose you came to see me if I'm still alive or not. How evil and mean of you to set your thugs on me.. See what they had done to me? They chased me down the garden path for hours and hours, trying to stamp me to death with their giant feet. What is the need for sending 7 burly thugs to murder a poor, feeble spider like me, I ask? They were Apes, no doubt they were. One was huge like a King Kong. He took me in his hand, shook me and crushed me against a tree, ripped off my eighth leg..." The spider poured a stream of complaints relentlessly.

Monk Bodhitaran cleared his throat loudly. "My dear Mr. God, I never sent anyone to murder you. Who do you think I am? Head of some Mafia? All I heard was one of my men accidentally trod on you while watering the plants. I'm very sorry for you. Accidents do happen sometimes. I will definitely help you to heal your leg. What I don't understand is why are you telling me such a bunch of ridiculous lies, that you was assaulted?" He asked severely.

The spider bristled with anger. "Accident? Accident? No! It's an incident caused on purpose by your thugs, carefully orchestrated as an accident! You want me to become handicapped, isn't it? You are a stupid, spiteful old man! I couldn't catch a single mosquito for the past twelve hours! All because of my hurt leg! You know how that feels? You're a twisted, mad old merciless loony. A sadist in saffron robes, that's what you are!"

Monk Bodhitaran listened to this extraordinary outburst with the utmost amazement. But Jing Jing boiled with anger. He couldn't bear someone, not even a spider speak in such an offensive manner to his Master. "Look here Mr. Spider, mind your tongue! Master Bodhitaran is a great teacher, a wonderful man, a divine soul. Don't spoil your meagre chances of liberation by speaking non sense about him!" He said aloud.

The spider turned it eyes towards Jing Jing for the first time. "Ahaa! Whose this thug with a beast head talking about liberation? I know all about your monkey Monks grand design for liberating people. You'll detonate a million megaton nuclear bomb on Earth, then Boom! Everybody is liberated! The human race Extinct! Earth burned down to ashes! That's your master plan isn't it, you great thug!" snarled the spider.

Jing Jing gritted his teeth. "That's not liberation you great git. That's destruction. Only a psycho spider like you with a fruit bat's brain could never differentiate between the two!" he said hotly.

Mr. God ignored him and spoke to Monk Bodhitaran. "Holy moley! That guy has a human body with a Tiger's head! Really, what you have been doing Bodhitaran? Practicing black magic? You have beheaded a man and attached a horrible beast's head on his neck! This is what you do to your followers? Make them half human and half beast? He looks like a nasty piece of work to me. A devil incarnation, that's what he is!" hissed the spider.

Jing Jing snorted derisively. "I'm wearing a helmet you dunderhead. Why can't you see that? Having many eyes doesn't help your vision in the least."

"And why do you wear such a helmet designed like a Tiger's head?" asked the spider, much interested.

Monk Bodhitaran replied this time. "He is not yet spiritually evolved like me, so he needs a device like this helmet to converse with Nature. It is sculptured that way because the Tiger is one of the purest wildlife forms to establish contact with Mother Nature. Other pure forms are the cow and elephant. If a person chooses one of the afore mentioned forms, it symbolizes that he respects Nature. That's why they could be used as metal helmets for the human head and helps us to talk with plants and animals."

The spider chuckled darkly. "So to be spiritually evolved means to hear the voice of demons and beasts? How about making a statue in the form of an elephant's head with a wasp's body, or a human's head with an ant's body? One could easily talk with the devil using those idols!" It said maliciously.

Bodhitaran frowned at the spider. "Humans must converse with nature to be acquainted with the lower life forms from which they were evolved. That would cultivate mercy."

"Your word play is amusing. A nasty trickster, that's what you are," sneered the spider.

Monk bodhitaran looked at with disdain and continued, "Without showering mercy there is no hope for enlightenment. As for fusing an elephant's head with a wasp's body, that form would suit your soul the most to dwell. Only decadent, evil and vile souls like you would imagine of such repulsive ideas to cross animal and human forms with insect forms. Also, souls that love to rot in filth chooses the forms of spiders, scorpions, fruit bats and maggots."

The spider, on hearing these words positively shook with murderous rage. "Oh yeah! My form is a filthy one, so what? I heard your sermon the other day all right! Going on and on about birth and rebirth. I dare say I was born as a human and became your disciple in my previous birth. That's why my soul ended up in this stinking spider's body!"

Monk Bodhitaran closed his eyes for a few moments as though meditating. Then he opened it and spoke sharply. "I know completely about your previous birth. You was a billionaire born in Mumbai. Mr. Raja Shield was your name. You ran a company called Brutish Pharmaceuticals. You also ran a foundation - the Brutish foundation for orphan children. Due to your greed for money, you performed illegal tests and inhuman experiments on those poor, innocent, orphan kids with your company's medicines. That way you killed many of them and threw their bodies down the sewer.

You had a gorgeous girl friend. You abused, thrashed and battered her, all the time thinking she liked it. She ran away and gave a police complaint on you for domestic violence. You killed her. Using your money you bought another girl to bear your beatings. She too ran away and was murdered by you. This way you killed about 50 women.

Then you made a lot of illegal money by evading taxes and stashed them away in Swiss and Mexican banks under bogus names. Fortunately, you was killed in a car accident; the world got freed from the clutches of a devil man like you. Your soul then entered the Circle of Energy. It judged your deeds and sent your soul to born in this spider body. My dear Mr. God, any sane person would whole heartedly agree that you fully deserve your lowly spider birth."

The spider jumped with excitement. "Oho! So I was born as a human before. I bet my spider ass that I was a special human. Well then, what's this Circle of Energy? Who created it?" The spider demanded.

Monk Bodhitaran looked at it with narrowed eyes. "Its the Circle of Energy." He said bluntly. "You know what is a circle?"

"Of course I do!" said the spider angrily.

"Well then.. You could figure out easily that a circle has no beginning or ending.... It always existed in the universe.... It doesn't need to be created..." he said slowly, as though explaining something to a dimwit.

"What birth would I take next if I die right now?" the spider asked eagerly.

Monk Bodhitaran looked at it with pity. "If you exhibit some socialist attitude, then you might be born in a respectable birth like a neem tree, dove, elephant or even take the most precious human birth... "

"Socialist!" Jeered Mr. God. "Ha! I know what it means. It's sharing one's wife with everyone else," said the psycho spider cackling madly.

Monk Bodhitaran ignored the barbaric remarks of the spider. "Hmm... You'll probably be born as a stinking maggot or a filthy fruit bat assuming by the way you are behaving in this birth." He said dolefully.

"Well, I'll make sure that won't happen. If this Circle of Energy is indeed real I'm going to escape from it and would be born in a new form of my own wish; a form far more powerful than humans. And I'm tired of this Mother Nature. I'm going to make her Extinct by wiping out all the plants and animals on Earth. Then that stupid Circle of Energy can't put souls into beasts anymore!" said the spider defiantly.

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Jing Jing's face reddened with anger.

"You great eight legged moron! Humans survive each and everyday only by the divine grace of Circle of Energy! What wrong is there in taking birth as a harmless wildflower? Can't your mundane mind see that humans evolved from all the other lower life forms on Earth, from Mother Nature? Don't go on prattling about things you don't understand!"

"Evolution, my ass!" scoffed the spider. "Human beings came from an alien planet called Puva Tuva located in the galaxy of Hooha."

"Who told you that?" asked a startled Jing Jing.

"Nobody." said the spider, in a matter of fact voice. "I imagined it myself. You jokers all deserve to be pushed down from the edge of Earth!"

"What edge of Earth?" asked Jing Jing, mystified.

"The edge of the Flat Earth, silly. The Earth is flat, isn't it, so if we travel to its edge we will fall down. I believe hell is below there. You all belong to that place," said Mr. God, with a satisfied smirk on its spider face.

Monk Bodhitaran and Jing Jing exchanged exasperated glances. Then at once, they both burst into laughter. They laughed and laughed till tears came out from their eyes with unbearable mirth.

Jing Jing spoke, clutching the stitch in his stomach.

"Oh, please, Mr. God, please, I'll die laughing. You're the most funniest spider I ever met. There's simply no use in explaining anything to you! The Earth is a sphere, its not flat!" he said with a snigger.

"Yes! Yes! The things you say, no decent human or spider would wish to know! You say that Earth is a sphere, and humans evolved from beasts! Never in my life I heard such outrageous lies! Next you would say that the global warming hoax is true! You'll even try to make me believe that humans walked on the moon!" shouted the spider furiously.

At once, Monk Bodhitaran and Jing Jing went into another fit of guffaws.

Mr.God said scornfully, "You jokers wait and see! I will have the last laugh." It looked up to the sky and continued, "Whatever cruel and violent actions I did in my human birth, I was always meant to be born human again. No matter how horrible or evil my deeds were, I was meant to be a beautiful human forever.

If that Circle of Energy indeed made my soul born as a spider, I'm going to avenge it by making Mother Nature extinct. Mother Nature's not human, so it won't count as a crime. Without nature, there won't be any birth and rebirth of souls as plants and animals. The Circle of Energy system would collapse.

After that, I'm going to kill all humans and imprison their souls using some scientific device. I'll transfer the imprisoned souls into men's dead bodies with the help of another scientific device, and would reanimate their corpses.

They'll be alive and evolved dead bodies. They would be my sons. Then I will burn all the women's dead bodies. There won't be any women, so there won't be any human Mothers remaining on Earth. A NEW WORLD, consisting of only Fathers and Sons, shall be established under my rule," the spider finished hysterically.

Monk Bodhitaran was alarmed at the way the spider was thinking. He thought its time to cure the insane spider. He said pleadingly, "Mr. God, humans evolved from Mother Nature. Think how its barbaric to kill one's own mother. Also, your efforts would prove futile. Because the Circle of Energy is far more powerful, good and mightier than your poisoned soul. Why do you wish to kill all humans? Why you hate the womankind so much? It's true that there are a few horrid, selfish and monstrous mothers among humans, but the rest of them are good and kind. Why do you want to burn only women corpses and transfer souls into men's corpses? A 'NEW WORLD' filled only with reanimated dead men sounds unbearably crazy, your plans are the ideas of a lunatic!"

The spider sneered at the Monk. "I'm a lunatic huh? Really, I'm touched by your mother sentiment, Bodhitaran. You believe that your Mother is Nature... Isn't it? The pig is also a part of Nature, you know. So do you meant to say that you are Bodhitaran the human, born to Pig the beast?! Are you calling yourself the son of a pig? Or the son of a bitch? No no no, you're a pig guy! I'm sure that's what you are! ha ha ha ha!" Mr. God laughed cruelly. "I bet you told your followers to worship the pig, your mother!" it added wickedly.

By this time, Jing Jing felt highly resentful towards the spider. He quickly picked up a huge stone to crush the foul creature to death.

Monk Bodhitaran quelled him with a severe look and turned back to the spider. He rolled his eyes and said, "Really, Mr. God, I never asked my followers to worship pigs, or any other living creatures or things; or even myself. Though I wouldn't say no for

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Verlag: BookRix GmbH & Co. KG

Texte: Jp Vishnu Vardhan
Bildmaterialien: Jp Vishnu Vardhan
Tag der Veröffentlichung: 10.07.2016
ISBN: 978-3-7396-6402-6

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