Zeitgeist

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zeitgeist , the winds of time, is a novel with the 21st century ad themes. world is fast speeding toward its total annihilation. forces of darkness prevail all over planet earth. seems all evil spirits have climbed up out of the bottomless pit of hades. peace has disappeared from humanity. confusion, chaos rule over the masses. their is a crazy race for wealth, power and fame. no good people left here. only corrupt criminals seen all around, all experts at doing evil. where this world is heading to ?

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the winds of time

Submitted: October 28, 2016

Zeitgeist is novel with complex 21st century themes. Part 1. winds of time ... presents the sitz im laben from various angles. Read Chapter

Lone journey

Submitted: October 30, 2016

Scholar from the terror filled university. Read Chapter

A Stranger in Church

Submitted: October 31, 2016

Christian scholar lands in a Roman Catholic church. He is refused shelter. Read Chapter

Meets Kind People

Submitted: October 31, 2016

he gets free food and shelter in a religious place. Read Chapter

Trouble Shooting

Submitted: October 31, 2016

The ki?d man has to flee, as his folks are threatened.. Read Chapter

Zeitgeist part 1

Submitted: December 30, 2016

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Zeitgeist
the winds of time


Theme
Zeitgeist is a novel series by Tilak Raj. The main theme running through all seven parts is that this evil world is fast speeding toward its total annihilation.


Walker walked all alone on the lonely road. Alone a man has come to this evil world,and alone he will go. It is the reality of all humanity. Nobody can boast of himself as his life is a mere drop of dew,soon it falls to the dust its entity is gone for good. From dust man was created, to dust he must return. He had crashed into a bunch of highly educated crazy wild pigs, had his clothes torn and now he was walking all alone wearing old rags. He was physically safe but his frail mind was quite disturbed. He carried a light bag. A uniformed man in his thirties was returning home from duty.
"Is there any shrine to stay a night ?" Walker asked him. When he said 'a shrine' and not 'a temple', the man thought that he was from across
the border and must be a Muslim spy, he began checking his bag instead. A few pants and shirts,
a Greek lexicon, Greek books Ton Kriton, Ton Phaedon, a KJV Bible and daily use items like soaps paste shaving cream.
"Where you heading to ?" he asked.
"Toward hill stations." Walker was afraid to land into an unwanted trouble. He should not have asked him, as he always avoided uniformed men.
"Many hotel jobs there. You see those women n children going toward an old temple nearby. Just follow them." The man got down to a pavement and went his way. 'Good escape !' Walker told himself and ran fast to catch up with with them. They turned to a dusty pavement with thorny shrubs, reeds and wild flower plants on both sides. Those were all young women gone to a fair with their children to enjoy a freaky fun time away from their daily labours and drunkard fiery men given to gossip and gambling all day long, while their women cut grass for their cows and did all assorted jobs besides selling their bodies to earn extra cash. He had no money to pay them, so he walked along silently. That is the fate of most of the men who desire to live a life of integrity. They got no money to enjoy even the basic needs of nature. The women observed him top to bottom.
" He got money," a sporty women smacked the back of one walking close.
"Yea, you better ask here on the way itself. In the temple there will be many men around," she whispered,"you just start, the rest I take care."
"No, no sharing of men. I had it in the past. Clever ones made their homes, but me a fool lost the one I had. If he's for you, go ahead n catch him. Don't you expect to hook him for you." She turned back to see if he was listening to their whispers.

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"OK ! Money you take, but leave him to me," she stared straight into him and winked 'come on !' green signal. But tired man walking empty stomach whole day craved food and rest, and carnal emotions would be thrown to dust bin. He halted by a thorny shrub and threw into the dust a few drops of lust he had.
"Where he gone ?" one turned to see, others gone far ahead near to the temple gate. "hee ! hee !" she giggled aloud shameless vulgar.
They crossed through a shallow muddy stream and entered the spacious ancient temple. While the women rubbed their foreheads to the feet of stone idols of pagan gods and goddesses, he slipped toward bathrooms to refresh himself. The free food they served had no spices. He swallowed and fell deep asleep. The temple bells woke him up at early dawn. They served hot milk tea and left over night food. He ate to his fill, got ready for a day's walk and waited for sun rise. His mind filled with nostalgia for the past, he began wondering where he was heading to. His childhood memories flashed his brain.
A simple young lady roasted thin round sweet corn breads on an iron hot plate heated with burning firewood in a clay hearth. A small boy sat nearby writing his home work on a thin long wooden slate with a pointed reed. She put a bread and mustard plant leaves fried with onions and garlic on an earthen plate and went to milk her cow. When she returned, she was amazed to see a small puppy eating the bread while the boy was still too busy writing to see what the puppy doing near him. She waited near him awhile but he won't look up. She placed an other bread before him. This Walker was that boy. His money was spent on studies. He desired to become a classical Greek scholar. But his goal seemed far near horizons. Other more down to earth pragmatic mates had bribed to get good jobs and had wracked millions but he wasted on books.
Serene white light lit the eastern sky. Birds began chirping and flying around. He was again on the road walking his lonely way. He didn't feel like walking, so he sat down by the road side and waited for sunshine. A tiny black sparrow sat in an acacia tree nearby and sang her forlorn tale. The women also came out that side. Now he recalled he had seen a witch sleeping on him in a dream but in deep sleep had forgotten that dream.


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Also he realised he had got wet in the night. The woman who stared at him the previous eve, came near him and suddenly caught his belt as if to pull down his pants. He tried to push her back.
"Hey ! What you mad doing ?" He shouted at her.
"Mad not me. You mad ! You raped me in the night. Pay me else I drag you to my rowdy men."
"Pay you for what ? I got no money, that's why I walk." He tried to snatch her hold but could not.
"Let him go if he got no money." A woman shouted at her, but she won't leave him.
He was afraid some men from the temple would turn that side and he would surely get hammered.
"OK ! If you got no money," she gave him a slap and a note, "I stay you know where men go for time pass across the river. When you return, do come to me else one fine eve I'll catch you unawares and beat you like this." She fired slaps on his face and let him go. When he had fled far away from them, again he threw himself on the road side and took a deep sigh of relief. 'They're pros gangs I never seen !' he sat wondering. He never gone to red-light areas, so naturally he won't be able to recognize them. Luckily no men had turned that side. She had raped him when he was deep asleep. But being a stranger in the area, he couldn't do anything to her, instead he himself would land behind bars. So he counted it a good escape and took her beating lightly. 'Take't easy, man ! It happens in life some times. And it happened to you, so what ?' he rebuked himself. In freaky matters he was a novice. From his early young days he was a coward and suffered from fobias he couldn't explain. His frail mind again turned back to his frail past.
His villege had mud houses with roofs joined from house to house. So night time, men and women strolled to neighbor terraces in the dark. The mud houses had terraces laid on bamboos and reeds covered with thick layers of mud. His mates were robust and clever, but he remained rather simple frail. They pushed him and he would go rolling. As they boasted of their midnight exploits, one moonlit night picked guts to reach a neighbor girls who slept alone on the nearby terrace in summer. She got up from sleep, saw him standing nearby and again closed her eyes. She lay awake, so he trembling lowered on her. But as it was full moon and he knew she was still virgin, he left her a virgin and before some neighbor woke up he was back to his bamboo cot.

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He did a wise option, but that girls took him for a useless impotent all her life and avoided him whenever he happened to pass by her. Those were good old days and most of the rural folks were simple fellows. They never heard of Hitlers and World Wars. Over a hundred thousand innocent people had been butchered with spears and swords when the British imperialist carved new border lines, but they never heard that over ten millions had perished in world wars. There were a few veterans in missions who had fought at Pearl Harbour and a local man had been to the infantry against the Japanese forces. To others life meant daily mundane matters only. Since all families owned cows and buffaloes, dairy food items were plenty in rural areas. Children got plenty milk and butter. There were vast deserted prairies and pastures for animals and boys spent Sundays grazing their cattle. Sugar cane fields spread over miles, they pulled sugar comes to chew when they felt thirsty. Girls came to gather fire wood and farmers bribed them sugar canes and hot jaggery made crisp by mixing peanuts or carrots, to use them in the sugar cane fields. Some violent men even raped girls by force and people took it easy as part of normal life. Every routine went on OK as it were. Murders for women were rather rare, and mature men seldom got into trifles as that meant unwanted clashes. Clever men distilled illicit liquor in remote areas behind reeds and bushes, and made men drunk at night to sleep with their wives. When Walker was a boys, he also led his cow to grass lands and spent his leisure time in the lap of nature. But money he had none. His mother cooked rice pourage in sugar cane juice and milk. His school days passed like a mid summer night dream. But things changed when he came to college. His poverty struck him face to face. But he never lost heart and slogged to earn a degree. Back home, his so called community never recognized his scholarly talents. "What can he give us for he got nothing to give ?" his own folks hated his very sight. Women counted him useless. Men took out swords when he was seen their side, but left their homes as if they were out to fields to cut grass when money men came to use their girls, because they paid for their carnal services.
A sixth standard school girl, cat eyed Cat as she was called, on her way to school took out a letter

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from her bag and gave to a man who had sold his land to enjoy meats wine and women. He ate opium to ensure his horse power.
"Is't very exiting ?" she asked him curiously.
"Come to the field side, when you're back from school n taste it for yourself." he kissed her.
"I meet you half time." She went her way. She had seen her cousin sister with him in k cane fields, and having seen their orgies was mad curious to get its taste. So she came fast during school break since that time her father a teacher was in his school three miles away. He made nude in a sugar cane field and tore her apart. When she cried loud, the farmer shouted mad.
"Who's there, fella ?" he came that side running.
"It's me yo fella, Shah." Horse man did fast.
Shah quietly went back to his plough work . Cat went with many big men from that fateful day. Next day in the school, Cat told a girl in her class. That girl stopped opium man near her school.
"Will you give me money if I come with you ?"
"Money you take, you come or not come." He took out a bundle of cash and gave her a note.
She got used to asking money from him and one fine noon he took her to a deserted ancient temple and made her pregnant there. Her eldest sister had become midwife nurse and by chance seen the symptoms in early stage only.
"You made a small girl pregnant. I file a case against you !" She threatened him.
"Never mind. Take it n have her aborted." He gave her plenty money which she used to marry off her another sister and killed the unborn baby herself. The torn school girl became a big pros nurse later on and made plenty money for her family. He was not the only opium horse in the college. A forest guard landed in the college just because his slut wife was posted as a midwife nurse there. He took a sword to terrace to frighten men, hence all thought he was a dangerous man. He tore a teen girl of a uniformed man who looted exchequer by a thumb impression as he was total illiterate and couldn't sign his name. Guard made pregnant another girl of a money greedy banker whose one sister and mother had married Muslim men at the time of partition when Pakistan was created by the bloody British. The banker counted him so nice that he made many new relations in his circle by giving away his girls. "What a greedy fella !" Men remarked openly to ridicule him, but their piercing remarks fell flat on his ears.


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Guard kept up his standards of ugly behavior and one fine noon, when army men were bathing in a river, he got into their hands. Army men broke him wild with bamboo rods so hard that to date Guard can't walk straight and must stand like a chimpanzee. There were many worthless men in that area. Many of them crossed borders and got shot by army bullets. Walker was no angel in his area, but being a coward he was still alive at least. A hamartia deep rooted in his psyche haunted him all along, but he thought some external forces were harassing him. Pros beating had given him enough carnal catharsis, though a she pig had caused too much emotional turmoil in him. The pros was fine fit for extra heat release only if she won't ask for money. Otherwise Duea was a better keep for that matter, and that she was his neighbor. Her mother Bhano, so called as she won' t let other girls get suitors, ran a local brothel for gamblers and drunkards and had got her elder girl Popi ,who was Duea's sister, initiated into flesh business. Popi was tall fair fat, did great job for that matter, gone to many cities. Duea was not that big shot like her sister Popi for some forceful factors: after her gamble fella Manta had died, Bhano had run away with an opium eater who in turn sold her to another opium eater who further sold her to another opium addict and Popi had got into the hands of touts who misused her and nobody knows what happened to her later. Duea had called Walker to her mud hut and served hot milk tea. But this aspiring Platonic lover of Cat won't use her, rather he was willing to sleep with her if she hooked Cat for him since Cat had turned a too big thing for him though she was ten years junior to him in age. In age she Cat was ten years junior to him, but rather in practical experience she was twenty years ahead of him and thus never went further after passing 10th class by copying as she was too busy with big men who paid her heavy for her services. Now Walker was too cheap a guy to call her, so he casually asked Duea's help but Cat returned a flat "no !" and that spoiled his head and never turned to Duea hut again in life. He heard from men who went to her that Cat had got a cat eyed baby girl like her. Very true these are no Platonic love days, as beast Dagger used to say. Dagger tore his uncle's sister in law Meedo on a heap of coals, later Meedo eloped with a military men


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and Dagger took a truck full of armed men to force her for his father's brother whose fat wife was a barren. But luckily or unluckily she never came into their hands. Meedo was seen after twenty years when after whacking millions from drug smugglers at the border Dagger had run away to Canada. She walked like a very pious lady as if folks had forgotten her eloping adventures. Walker stood on the way hoping she would give him some cash since he had helped her pass 10th standard when she was his class mate but she turned her cunning eyes other side when she passed by him. He had not done anything to her when he taught her English late nights in her sister house because that barren aunt always slept near by on a bamboo cot. His stream of consciousness was so versatile varied deep, his nostalgic memories would continue haunting his head, and as he had relaxed enough after whore parade, it was time for him to march on, more so when the road seemed to rise higher toward mountains.
Sun shone warm bright. He never knew when the tiny black sparrow had flown away to gather her food. As he walked lazily, he saw weaver birds weaving their nests hanging on date trees by the road side. He never built a home for his old age at least. Jesus said a wise man built his house on a rock s and storms failed to roll it down, while a fool built his house on sand that fell flat to storms in the first push. But Walker never built a house even on sand. There are some men like him in this world who are too freaky careless to build at least a reeds hut for themselves. He walked by a gypsi camp. Horses, mules, donkeys, dogs, goats and sheep, even hens and cocks. Women busy near tents cooking food, children throwing up their pigeons to catch wandering pigeons, and men throwing green grass before their animals. He saw some cows also that grazed on grassy ground near their tents.
" Walker keep walking yo lone path, one happy morn you'll reach yo sumum bonum, yo destination !" a gypsy man sang playing his tambourine. Gypsy women raised their heads to beg money from him but he was gone far ahead on his long journey. He had eaten heavy but sweet spicy food smell from the gypsy tents had made him hungry again. He stopped in front of a mud house by the road side.


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A young woman sent a boy to enquire what he wanted.
" Yes. What you want ?" the boy asked him.
"I'm on a long journey to holy places. I need food, very hungry now !" Walker sat down on a small heap of dry paddy straw.
"Ok , you can eat," the woman shouted from inside and put sweet corn breads on a plate and mix curds and green apple curry in a steel bowl, and asked the boy to serve the stranger who asked for tea also. But she sent a big glass of butter milk and a piece of jagery saying,
"Say, we got no tea leaves."
After eating to his fill, Walker took out a gospel and thanked them for their kindness.
"God bless you, my friend ! Read this book."
The boy took the gospel very gladly and the woman concluded the stranger must be a teacher. She came out to talk to him awhile but he was on the road again. He had no watch, so he looked to Sun that was over his head. That meant he had only a few hours to reach next town. He pulled a hill areas map out of his bag and checked his route as he moved on. It took him more than three hours to reach the next town. It had small kiln clay brick houses scattered across a mile or a mile and half. He observed the fields had only sweet corn crops. Cows grazed by hill side, goats and sheep seen far away. He crossed by the narrow long bus stand, and enquired for night stay. A man pointed to a modern building nearby. It was no temple, he made out. As he came to the gate, he was escorted to a small office. A retired old man removed his reading specs and smiled a welcome smile.
"How may I help you, Sir ?" He pushed a chair toward him. Must be an ex-army man.
"I need a night stay." Walker spoke polite.
"Why only one night ? You stay with us till Sunday noon. You must see our programs here. "
A man served milk tea in steel glasses. Walker felt refreshed. The old man gave him a pack of local snacks to eat with tea.
"Keep half for the night also. Relax till supper."
Walker was very alert, rather suspicious. Some uncouth elements can creep that side unawares. He had faced them many times in other places, more vulnerable as he was being a homeless vagabond. That's what an Anglo woman had called him, when her girl had been made pregnant


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by an already married military musical band master. She was much exited because he had a big house and his job was secure.
Though a homeless vagabond, Walker was a highly qualified professional vagabond who saw rare visions of the distant past and far ahead future.
The Anglo woman was not qualified to get to his big brain, but this retired old man was specially trained to deal with such wandering fellows. He sent an English book for him to read in his leisure time, as that was Thursday and he had plenty free time to read on Friday and there was no church nearby for him to worship on the holy Saturday Sabbath, for Saturday is the seventh day of rest. The Roman church had shifted to Sunday, just to camouflage millions of Roman worshipers of the pagan sun god. Many Roman clergy had tried hard to buy Walker to Catholic cult, but he was too aware of Satanic designs and machinery.
Ten thousand years back, Lucifer Satan had fallen on simmering Sahara desert with his three hundred thirty million fallen angels. While he explored planet earth flying around across oceans, over snow clad mountain peaks and evergreen forests, he happened to camp by a river side down Himalayas. In the early twentieth century, Satan returned to his old place of rest and launched a new sect there. Walker visited that cult very often and that lucky eve he was again in that cult only. But he kept silent.
"The American missionary's book I sent for you , he seen Jesus Christ in our meditation camp." The old man told him when they sat to eat evening meals. It was tasty nutritious hot food, so Walker won't spoil his mood when he was to enjoy that food three more days.
"Yea, sure ! My Greek teacher had studied Classical Greek in their university."
"See ! I told these young men that you'r a Padre. Many padres come this side very often. When you leave Sunday afternoon, make sure to carry a food parcel for yo journey, so you can eat on the way. On yo way back, do drop in here again, so we can talk these matters in more free time. Sunday we got a big meeting, so I won't be able to attend you this time. I'll tell them for yo food parcel now itself, in case I'm not able to meet you on Sunday. You'll see thousands here."
After meals again they served hot tea. In the night, the old man sent a dozen ripe delicious mangos for him.


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Three days he really had a very good time. On Sunday morning, as the old man had told him, thousands flocked that side and they served tasty local cuisine that he ate to his fill and he carried food parcels which he was eating for three days on the way. If that missionary saw the real historical God Jesus the Messiah who was called Christ ? This question kept him pondering all his way. He was very tired when he reached the big town, his feet swollen bleeding and legs paining. He landed in a parish hall. Two nuns came running to see why that stranger came thither.
"What gets you hither ?" a nun asked from behind the locked gate that was never open.
"To get a shelter." He expected them to open.
"No ! We never allow strangers inside."
"You'll never allow even Jesus Christ, if he happens to turn this side. Not this gate only, you'll never allow him to enter yo heart even !"
He blasphemed against them, against their church and also against their Pope and went away never to be seen that side again. For three hundred years after Jesus Christ ascended to heavens, there was no legal church in the whole Roman Empire, rather in the whole world Followers of Christ met for worship in grave yards at midnights. Grave yards were a mile or two away from the houses, and many times they had to shift places of worship for fear of death after Stephen, a disciple of Jesus, was stoned to death. Persecution was so cruel that Caesar Nero the Roman Emperor kept watching a circus, with all the masses in Rome, whole night lighting the circus ground by burning alive the believers of Christ. Those who gathered at midnight for worship were called ecclesia, the church. Only in 313 AD, Caesar Constantine issued an edict to allow Christians to worship God openly. That was the start of church as we see it. Roman Church came to the scene only five hundred years after Christ. Pope Leo X led the Catholic Church, as the Roman Church was called later, to get involved in the state politics by camouflaging the Ceasar and his kings in the Roman Empire. Thus, the Vatican along with Popes as global player emerged on the world scene. At the time when Walker joined the christian tent, Pope had ten million ecclesiastical workers under him. It is reported that world loot lies buried in the Vatican. So much wealth, but what's their charity ? It is a question very frequently asked by common observers.

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He went little further and seen the shrine of those who wear turbans. What a place and what to say about their hospitality ! As he entered, first they served him food, and then hot milk boiled with almonds and codamoms. The sweet smell enthralled his head. He was in heavens !
"Pilgrims may stay here for three nights and in emergency cases if the needs be, they can stay three more nights." A shrine steward told him.
"I need a week's stay at least. I'm too tired and still searching for a job." Walker spoke frank.
"No problem. You must stay on till you get a job. Here also you may help cooking food, and works like that. Just carry in fire wood from outside, and relax when free."
"That wo'd be fine !" Walker felt easy.
He relaxed in the dorm type hall where pilgrims slept on the floor mats. His mind turned to Vatican. 'What wealth they amassed ! Won't offer a glass of water to drink. May be they'll bring back Spanish Inquisition ?' Far fetched notions hovered over his head, turning his mind to many directions. A friend sent him monthly updates on global issues from Krefeld, Germany. He skipped through them for a time pass till he fell asleep. A man from far off place spread a mat near him.
"Look like secret reports ?" He remarked.
"Not that secret. Yea, a bit confidential. I'm ragged by those Roman nuns. They won't let me inside their church. What a church !"
"Convents mean loot, no charity. I'm not that educated as you may be, but I can feel your anxiety if they not giving your rights."
"I've no rights with them. My party from Indiana, a oneness movement, no trinity."
"Then I must get many new ideas from you. They got hundreds cows in their dairy project a few miles from here. Wait I fetch a jug of hot milk. Then we talk." The man returned with a jug full of hot milk and steel glasses. He must be their close relation, Walker observed the ease that moved him. They sat sipping hot milk and talking.
"Caprice de dieux, caprice of gods. Its a building in Brussels, Belgium."
"Why you bothered about those big buildings, when you'll never be there? Like me, you must fool around in this valley only."
"About three thousand years back, prophet Daniel seen this building in a vision. It wo'd be a global power. And the Pope must be behind it."


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"How these matters concern you ?"
"Concern the whole world, not only me n you. He writes there shall arise a global tyrant like Hitler who shall devour the whole planet, tread it down under his feet and break it to pieces."
"He can be anybody from a Muslim country."
"But we must see historical facts. Muslims never killed ten million as in the west."
"During crusades, what you call the dark ages. If we count their invasions."
"But the Pope has dedicated Europe to the immaculate heart, by implication to the Vatican."
"Not only Europe, but the whole world. The global issues are very complex n confounding, my friend. It wo'd take your whole life, but never get to a total solution. Why not take a relevant stream n ignore the rest ? Be down to earth."
"I want a total perspective, a peri fora." Walker put booklets in his bag when he saw more people entering the hall.
"What's in the bowl, right now ?" He poured more milk in both glasses and filled them to the brim. Milk had gone lukewarm, so they swallowed it very fast. Half a glass was still in the jug, that he poured into Walker's glass.
"What you say ? I just came to the valley for the first time. How to find a suitable job ?"
"Three nights you sleep here. Day time, just cross over the river bridge. About three miles from here you get to a village. That's the place."
Walker had sound sleep in the night. At early dawn, that man fetched a jug full of hot milk tea.
"I'll be leaving for my duty up hills. You enjoy yourself here. Do visit that college, but beware of whores there. This valley is notorious for that."
"Seems some festival coming up here ?"
"Every Sunday, community meals noon time, every Wednesday at eve about seven, and on all holidays. Plenty money from wealthy devotees. A big tanker full of milk has been sent by a dairy plant for charity to the poor. So, keep coming here very often. I told the main man about you. Just forget those useless pursuits. Try to earn for your old age. Where you been earlier ?"
"I been to Bangalore to study Greek Latin."
"I had my training there. All gardens." The man was taken away by a nostalgia for old days.
"Many western tourists around here. Are there any culture clubs or any lodge around ?"
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A mission hospital that side. They meet Sundays, but they prefer members who can donate."
"I need donations myself. I was on funds from USA. But the middle man won't increase my pocket cash. So I left that. He's back to California. Seems his woman left him for good." Walker had one glass tea and filled again.
"They shallow fry potato and radish stuffed breads on iron hot plate. I fetch for you." The man took the jug to fill it again and carried a plate loaded with hot breads and butter.
"These are stuffed prathas. Better served with curds, yoghurt. But due to cold its not ready yet. They've to keep it in sunlight for an hour or keep near hearth that burns firewood." Again he filled glasses with hot milk tea. They ate from plate.
"Very kind of you !" Walker ate to his fill and again fell asleep. When he got up from slumber, the man was gone. He lay there till Sun shone bright. Some families were there in that hall but they won't speak to him, so he sat silent thinking what turns his life had in the past few days. Little money he had was all paid up for university fees but hostile forces won't let him study. He still stumbled far away from his goals. Money makes the mare go, but money he had none. Now he must look for a made who earned at least her own expenses. The Great Depression in Americas had left church missions bankrupt. Clergy sold off church properties to save their children from starvation. Local Helens sold their time to pay for higher studies. Clever ones ran fast for secure jobs. Walker, being new man in church circles, was unaware of the sitz im leben, the real situation. Petty bourgeouise used mission colleges as stepping stones toward civil services or money making business. They had nothing to do with the church doctrines or mission ideals. Missionaries saw off visitors from the back door, while their wives fried calf beef inside their kitchens. Only useless good for nothing fellows remained stuck to church jobs. The mission field had become a waste land, a bare valley of dry bones. Believers claimed to be alive, but they were actually dead bodies. There were fallen twilights not only on the Forbidden City, but rather on the whole world. Only a few enlightened maggi could read their times. Simple days were gone, craze for wealth was on the rise. Poor Walker was a party to none of them.


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Here he was waiting for the sunshine. While he pondered what clothes to wear for the day, he looked into his bag. His eyes fell on his Greek books. Old days returned to his mind. In the mission, there was an angel too.
In the burning hot summer noon, Walker was swetting under a fast fan, reading Thomas Hardy's Jude the Obscure for his Honors' exam. An American teacher brought to him a jug of cold water from his freezer. He filled a big glass and gave him to drink. He was Dr Paul Love, a PhD from North Western University. His father, Revd. Julian Price Love was a church minister with the American Presbyterian Church. Dr. Love taught Aristotle's Poetics and Chaucer's Prologue. When Dr. Love was transferred to American College, Madurai, he left some Greek books for Walker as a gift. Walker carried those Greek books with him where ever he went. Love devoted all his life to help poor students to complete their college education. He never craved for a President or Bishop post. He lived a simple God fearing life. Full of piety and benevolence, Love was a live charity, a pilgrim to Calvary who carried his own cross, as Jesus had told his disciples,
'Who ever wants to save his life,let him take up his cross and follow me.'
There are a billion Christians in the world, but only a few thousand who de facto carry their own cross in their spiritual pilgrimage. Walker did take up his cross but very often he fell en route to the Calvary where Jesus Christ was crucified. His pilgrim progress was marred by his too many diverse activities. Shafqat, a navy man had left his lustrous job to become a preacher. His nurse wife didn't get his heavenly calling and never supported his ministry. He kept going around on his bicycle and preaching 'Jesus is coming soon !' through a loud speaker fitted to his bicycle handle and battery amplifier on its back seat. He carried gospels, William Branham books, and evangelical pamphlets. When he met him the first time in a big convention gathering of thousands, he gave Walker a book 'Ten Muslims Meet Christ'. Among others, the book had the story of one Muslim convert called Mosood an old man who had believed in Jesus as his personal Redeemer. Mosood did only one job till he was taken to the Paradise. Day time he slept under date trees and night time he kept walking on Arabian sands


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placing gospels in front of houses in the midnight while fundamentalist Muslims slept unconscious and was gone toward desert by early dawn, dates his main food and water that he carried in a bottle. What a great missionary ! The white woman who tells his story gave him food and bathing water after a month when he visited the mission center to get gospels. Well, so much kind of her, she was really kind ! God bless her soul ! Who knows, she may be in Paradise now. Walker had been reading such weird other world stories that such testimonies had washed his brain, and money making ideas won't pass nearby. That mental framework proved fatal when his family making schemes fell flat. He tried to rope a cute fat girl. At wee hours he prayed for her and fell into deep sleep. In a spooky dream, she turned a fat she-pig and ran before him shrieking 'gee ! gee !' sounds. She became a big officer but still she was not married and wo'd never be married as she was an abhorred societal snob and hailed from a 'lift yo hand captain' status family. She was from Patiala, where the popular rumor had it that the lusty king picked cute sexy girls from colleges and took them to his palace. When he was to tear them, afraid of terrible pain they kept their hands on their female part. To make them at ease he bribed them,"Lift yo hands n I make yo brother a captaan". So she was from that 'raped for status' circle but Walker abhorred people pro status quo. And now here he was seeking a place for his survival. 'Let her go to hell if she wants to ! Man, its time to go n find a place for you.' He rebuked himself, kept his bag in a locker and abusing her badly came to the main bazaar. "That bloody useless slut !" He pushed his way through the crowds and people passing by wondered whom he was abusing.
"Never mind, it happens some time in life and must take it easy," a middle aged man consoled him as they both strolled on the ridge. "Can you join me for a cup of tea ?" he asked him.
"Thanks. God bless you ! I had food at the shrine where I'll stay a few days." Walker apologised politely. Folks in hills get friendly very easily. There were stone seats by the road side at the ridge. So they sat there to relax in the cosy warm sunshine. Walker was in no mood to walk that day as he was still feeling too tired and his legs were paining. His feet had healed a bit.


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"I been walking all the way for ten days."
"Why you walked so many days ? You got no money or what ?" That man was amazed. "Then how you going to manage here ? Its a hill station, very costly, my friend. You're wise enough to understand survival matters."
"Yea, I must find a job." Walker watched tourists from around the world moving here and there, much hustle bustle and rush in hotels and restaurants. Luxury tourist vans and mini buses speeding by the ridge side, local women from hill side colleges wearing pashmina woolen shawls hurrying back after shopping, the scene was thrilling. A young lady in her middle thirties halted near them and observed all around for a while.
"Can you please buy me a can of juice ?" She asked Walker, who turned back to check if there was a stall selling juice cans. There was fresh juice shop near by. May be to carry home.
"Why don't you ask for a burger instead, or rather a smoky chicken ?" The man joked.
"Wait we'll sure get you something to eat." Walker thought 'she may be a mental case.'
"See, if I keep waiting, that'll waste my time. I must get back to my home. My place five miles from here." She left them and went away.
"My goodness! She can't waste a minute, and me a fool wasted away my whole life." Walker got amazed by her business sense. She was rather too much for him.
"She's checking yo pocket, next she'll bargain her deal." The man knew their tricks.
"Hill women make you feel manly." Walker turned open frank,"I feel my fatigue gone."
"Are you here to marry a hill girl ?" The man took out photos of glamorous girls from the valley,"These two sisters, twenty three n twenty five, still virgins; this a spinster but she got a daughter, this one changed many men..." He showed him many photos.
"If they ask for cash ?" Walker saw some of them were cute but he doubted if they had gone to school."Yo room nearby ?"
"My place three miles from here, other side of the river. When can you visit my place ?"
"Any hut, wooden or mud ?" He turned around to see if anybody spied on them. "Too many around us, can't say who's who."
"Bother not. I know whom to avoid." The man assured him,"Hut you can share, if you can spare an hour to rub a wild plant n extract black thing.


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A western lady smokes that in cigarets n smoking pipe. She's very demanding, a nympho of the worst type if you can handle."
Walker doubted he was talking to a pimp. De facto that man was a pimp, so Walker felt uneasy talking to him further. Already he had fled from a hell, and didn't want to get into another hell.
"How to find you there ?" This was a relevant question to get rid of him,"Any stones on the way?" Walker got up to go. He was alert.
"No stones. Just be careful to keep it secret, and never tell any local fella that I called you that side. When you reach an ancient temple near a school, look for me in the tea shop. A woman around forty sells tea there, right near the point where buses stop. Opposite to the tea shop, there is a big bungalow in which a Muslim family lives."
"Now I can find you easily." Walker walked away and disappeared in the crowds. He pushed through the Tibetan market, all costly leather wear shops, young Tibetan girls quoting very high prices in thousands of leather jackets and leather overcoats. He was not a party to all that commercial cast, he had no money for all those costly stuffs and then even if he had he wo'd rather enjoy brandy with hot water or Smirnoff vodka with sweet juice since vodka is too bitter for a novice. He noticed very close, their faces looked greedy and dull with no humane feelings. Yes, he liked Tibetan cuisine, momos cooked on steam and thuppa noodled served in big bowls filled with goat or lamb meat curry. He just smelt sweet steams and strolled toward Gompa the Tibetan Buddhist temple. It is rumored that Lamas had thrown Sadhu Sunder Singh, a preacher of Jesus Christ, in a dry well that had venomous snakes. Of course, only God knows where in Tibet the christian friar was killed. He was filled with pathos of a spiritual martyr .Greedy Lamas circled around western tourists, but ignored the locals. 'China should never quit Tibet', he passed by their karma chakra the life wheel that went round and round. A lama sat there extracting donations. 'That's good business, charge money for deceiving them !' Abusing them he went away. A Muslim magic quack, from the wandering patriarch tribe that kept thousands buffalos and sold milk, wearing garland of sandle wood beads sat by the roadside waiting for his frail minded vulnerable clients.


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In front if him he had spread a calendar that had photos of Mecca and Quranic verses and magic formulas in Arabic. Walker sat by him to see what he was up to.
"So many newly weds, red bangles on their wrists, tall fair young ladies ?" He remarked.
"Not newly weds, they're runaways pretending to be married couples." Quack studied him if he could be a client to hire magic services.
"Before doomsday, world must go astray."
"Are you Hamzaa Peer who co'd threaten to burn up Sialkot, or rather that Sufi mystic who foretold the doom of Kota before that devastating earthquake ?" Quack poked him.
"Not peer that mesns 'saint' in Persian or that mystic. I been looted by so many Abdalies, so many tsunamis in my heart else I wo'd be a peer by now. So much slogging I did. Its like that !"
"Try my fiends. They'll fetch any hoor slut for you or win millions in jackpot."
"None of them. My cult is far ahead. Already, I been sucked dry by many vampires."
"They looted your bank balance or what ?" Quack offered him a cigar he had got from a hippie,"Seems you're broke."
"Bank account I never had, from where wo'd they loot my balance ? I picked a virus from their wet lingerie. Don't know how to clean it out !"
"Worry not, great men got big blots hidden under pants. What king David done when he had his valiant fighter killed at war front, just to waste his lust on his seducing wife. And then played his harp singing 'how shall a young man keep his path clean ?' A king who had so many young wives and many more concubines !"
"I co'd wash clean my blots under my pants, but my blots are rooted deep down in my psyche, even pycho-analyses can't get to that."
"Then ask God to burn it out."
"Yea, only a supernatural fire from heavens can burn it out. A drop of Jesus' blood can wash clean the sins of all humanity, but I'm not able to pray. When I try to pray, my mind's flown away."
"If a God fearing man can fall into sin, then what to say of swine like me who'r always in gutter ?" Quack threw away his magic poster away and ran after a white woman who was dragging her bag,"Madam, I carry it for you." He picked her bag and walked along to her lodge. The Quack became a coolie from that day.


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But Walker was still a walker fighting hard with his neuroses. Poverty, alienation, irrelevance and other factors had demoralised him to the border of deranged behavior and perversion. His clan could not contain him, his church was itself lost in worldly chaos, his theology masters starved to spiritual death if not physical, and philosophy men too busy roasting their breads. 'Why can't he teach in a school and earn his living ?' Many asked this sensible question but such common questions are more easily asked than answered in cases where genius men have flown too higher beyond stars. He had flown over cuckoo's nest,but kept groping in dark lanes of confused consciousness. Nobody comes forward to rescue in such extreme cases and even close relations flee far away. Ordinary people run for matters mundane, eat drink go to sleep, get up in the morning,again eat and run for the same daily routine. The rut routine continues till one fine dark night horny fellows land in to carry their soul, never to return to its body again. There after they are forgotten for ever and nobody remembers them again. Authentic genius men are different, their life must be meaningful and they must achieve some special destination in their life journey that is the sumum bonum of their life. People find a life partner as that makes it easy to hide behind family front, but real issues of life remain unsolved. Women want wealth and horse power, wealth for physical needs and luxuries, horse power to enforce an optimum appropriation of their basic instincts. Social framework is a mere ordered pattern of public behavior to ensure equal liberty to live normal human life with humane values. Every person must pay for his survival in society, and if his society is humane enough, must receive optimum incentives for services rendered. Clever people want to receive more incentive than their services deserve, thus leave simple honest folks underprivileged and marginalized. That makes societies corrupt and pro exploitation. Petty bourgeoisie are more corrupt because they misuse both higher and lower levels of social strata. This young man Walker had hit upon the ultimate issues of life and for sure one fine full moon night he would rise to see a happy dawn. But no woman has that much perseverance and patience to suffer with him all her life to see that blessed dawn.


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Who knows who will live to see him rise to glory. Many of his class mates had died away to hell, the girls who did their tenth with him in school had already become grand mothers, their daughters had delivered daughters, and had seen many men. None of them remembered him, and none of the men who were with him in school ever bothered to ask where he had gone as they were rather too busy to bother about a useless fella like him. While Waker sat there watching the hustle bustle and wondering what happened to the good man Quack, a young man in his middle thirties came and sat by him.
"So man, how you sitting here ? I saw you in the shrine and then you disappeared," he asked.
"Yea, just came out to stalk around, I'm up here for the first time. Are you here for a job ?"
"Working in apple gardens on daily wage. Sleep in the shrine some times when some relations coming from my area." The man had a pack, he took out a few green almonds and gave him. "Will you stick around or go back ?"
"Must stick around. Can teach in school."
"Plenty money if you can do a waiter job. You may know little English. Many foreigners around n they pay tips."
"Can't do that job, but if some billing ..."
"Many that type jobs. Just try big hotels. And see if they need helpers." The man stared around. "You see those three hotels in line. Their one old man expired a week back. Tonight they serve charity meals n may distribute blankets to the needy. Who knows where his soul's gone, but let's enjoy free food."
"Free food we eat daily, but help me get a blanket. Can't afford to buy at the moment."
"In that case, take my new blankets. We got many where we work. Come, let's go. Its tea time now." As they were about to turn toward the shrine, two young women by the pine grove smiled at them. "Are you local ?" He asked.
"We can take you to a cheap hotel nearby. Only a hundred bucks for half an hour, plus three hundred to me n three hundred to her," one explained the deal.
"That's too costly. We're not new here."
"OK, five hundred for both will do," she looked around. A taxi halted close by and the driver called her for the wealthy aged man on the back seat. "Five hundred for an hour, a thousand for a night." She went closer.


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"Your fees keep changing every day or what ?" the driver shouted at her.
"Hey man, don't shout ! Come on fast, else they take us both." She pulled to get on the back seat, but the car moved ahead.
"Why you demand double from this man ?"
Walker asked her,"We can't afford that much."
"What you pay us if we pimp for you ?" the other man asked.
"You get one fourth straight." The other girl spoke soft low,"How many can you bring daily ?"
Some worthless characters were coming that side. Walker warned him of the imminent danger.
"We'll meet you later," the man said and they walked away through narrow busy bazaars. When they reached the shrine, people sat in rows eating free food. Daily free charity food for the needy is the basic culture of these shrines going five hundred years back to the days of their founders. Muslim shrines even serve goat sheep and oxen meats with breads and rise. These days they serve green salads, fruits and sweets too. God, the Creator of all universe, has provided for the survival of all humanity, in fact all creation. Jesus forewarned his disciples,
"Worry not in your hearts what we shall eat, what clothes we shall wear, for Father in Paradise provideth all things you need."
Two young men around his age sat near Walker.
"Are you here for a steward job ?" one asked.
"What's that ? You mean working here ?"
"Here they pay only fare to your home town, that too if you serve for at least one month. We're here for a hotel job, but this time it's too late. One must report for duty in the first week of April."
"But April is still winter here, I mean snow is not melt total dry." Walker started eating very fast, because he was more interested in the delicious meals they were serving than the rubbish hotel talk. 'Hotel job is considered too cheap. Nobody respects hotel workers, man ! Don't you listen to this bloody hotel worker, must be a waiter,' he was talking to himself. In very extreme isolation ,or say alienation, when helpless people can't trust others around they, or rather don't expect any help from them, they turn within themselves and start talking their problems to their own mind. If they happen to drift too far away from their mates, they may start talking alone very loud being totally unaware of their surroundings.


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Walked was just on the verge of such malady. Only one step back.
"Why you eating so fast? They're not going to run away. Nobody'll snatch yo plate, my friend. If any headless man tries to do that,good God is there watching in skies to stop him." The waiter was rather ragged to see him eating that fast.
"Better, let's eat and talk later." Walker ate to his fill as usual and was about to leave for the hall where they slept. A cultured gentleman stopped him and turned to his wife.
"We better start. Give one to him." He pulled a bundle of new blankets. She gave him one blanket. Walker humbly thanked them and came to the hall alone. Other men were still waiting for hot breads. Soon the dining hall was over crowded as many locals rushed inside.
"He was right ! Now let's better eat rice n go take rest." The man who talked to call girls ate rice and ran to get a blanket. He too got a blanket by good luck. But other two fellows kept waiting for hot breads since they were hotel workers and were thus used to eating hot oven breads only. Hot breads they did get, but by the time they got to the queue to get a free blanket, there had rushed too many people asking for free blankets.So they left the queue and turned to the hall where Walker was relaxing.
"So friends, now let's catharize our fatigued minds, since I think we been worried too much."
"I'm glad you can use some strange words."
"Not funny. I pick some Greek stems n try to anglicize them. That's how Greek n Latin words crept into Anglo Saxon jargon."
"Yea, talking to tourists from so many western countries, we feel landed back to the Tower of Babel." Waiter turned up an ancient historical context unknown to many.
"So, we can share ideas that fit our common concerns." Walker took out his Bible, but the waiters whispered him to keep it in his bag only.
"Its no safe area." The waiters told him.
"Yea, I too felt that way. We can just peep into past history for a time pass n see if we can look for some viable options."
"Now your talk flies over my head, I better sleep now." The garden worker fell flat.
But the waiters kept talking to him till midnight, for they always sleep at wee hours. Its their daily routine that affects their social life very badly.


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They eat their dinner after midnight when all guests are gone. They wake up from sleep very late and by the time they step out it is duty time.
"We been thrown away from scholarly circles. Here we meet to appease our demoralised ego."
"Care a damn for those circles. Who'll waste half a million on a PhD, when there's no job ?" A man who had no friends turned to them. Birds of the same feather flock together.
"It may sound rather awkward. Just for a time pass we mean to share ideas." Walker laid a logical start for a serious rapport that nobody would feel offended.
"That's what I sensed. Time pass must be a meaningful time pass." The man was a genuine guy who owned a few acres of land, leased out his land on annual basis to enjoy his free time at shrines. His wife had ditched him to join ultras who had shot her dead doubting her to be a spy for the armed forces, as she had been earlier fooling her time with army men and when the ultras got entrapped they just got rid of her. This man thought it better to live a life of a recluse rather than hiring an other fiend. They were all there looking for a secure place to live in peace. Even very wealthy people crave for peace when surrounded by danger from all sides.
"These troubled times have taught me to value sincerity that's obvious in you. I never mind wandering gypsy style all my life if it gives me peace of mind." The man spoke open frank.
"Yea, integrity honesty are basic to any authentic interaction. We live in hard times when such values been forgotten. Our this friend is a highly qualified gentle man but bad luck has turned him a waiter. Many times situations fall beyond human control. How many millions have starved to death in Africa ?" Walker hit upon a global issue waiters would rather prefer to avoid. They seldom went for such serious gossip."
"God provides for the worm in a stone. May be Africa's paying for its sins." The man won't turn from his belief in a benevolent merciful God.
Waiters felt bored, hence fell asleep.
Walker pushed his point,"What I'm hitting upon is plain fact of history. Masses forget very fast. Josephus tells in 'The Jewish War' that when Romans had gripped Jerusalem for a year, food supplies inside the city were totally exhausted n people caught inside the city wall were literally starving to death.


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People seen smoke rising from a chimney. They thought there was food in that house. So they broke inside. They got shocked to see the house lady eating her own baby. What horrible times have fallen on humanity ! These waiters were waiting for hot breads. I ate fast the food they served and came hither. We must adjust to times as they fall on us."
"I was rather confused why you turned to such an oblique issue, not properly stated or handled. Starvation, poverty are global issues, but why talk about all that in places like this. Yea I read in papers some starving women ate their own babies. Long back there was a witch in my place who killed and ate stolen babies. When she was caught red handed, men killed her."
"Sometimes lost memories haunt me, else I won't bother others with sad depressing ideas." Walker turned apologetic.
"Never mind, we got to gossip some thing else one wo'd go mad sitting all alone. If you mean that we must be grateful to God for the food He's providing us, while millions are starving to death, and when in extreme starvation some witches have eaten even their own babies, then you got a vital point." The man got to the depths of his mind. "You really know what's what."
"I mean, we must fear God in all situations, praising Him for his loving kindness. We never down or harvested paddy, never sowed or picked vegetables, still by God's grace we ate to our fill."
"There you are ! God is all merciful, He's a good God, He feeds us when we feel hungry, saves us from dangers. Without His protection, we won't be able to live a friction of a second."
"Yea, for sure God cares for us. He has redeemed my soul in times of severe trouble." Walker seldom spoke his secrets in public.
"Its very brave on your part that you can open up your heart in strange places like this. Hundreds land here, eat n sleep, in the morning disappear never to be seen again. In shrines, I've met thousands. Don't know if they are alive or died away long time back."
"I been ragged too much, though I never feel depressed. But now talking to you makes me feel at ease with my self. My soul, rest in peace n sleep secure for gracious God cares for you !"
"Sure, He cares for all humanity. If you're around, it will be nice talking to you again."


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The man took out dry fruits from his bag and gave to him, "Some kind hearted ladies here gave me."
Walker thanked him for his concern and went to sleep. He suddenly jerked up, 'Oh my God! I was about to fall off a cliff.' He stared around to see where he was. He had seen a dreadful dream. Again he lay down and went to sleep. Again he was drowned in a dreamy stream of super consciousness. He stood on a very high pole, and didn't know how to get down. Frightened he again jerked up. He thanked God that he was in a secure safe place and not on a pole. 'What do these weird dreams mean?' His mind kept pondering as he tried to sleep again.

























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Zeitgeist
the winds of time


Theme
Zeitgeist is a novel series by Tilak Raj. The main theme running through all seven parts is that this evil world is fast speeding toward its total annihilation.


Walker walked all alone on the lonely road. Alone a man has come to this evil world,and alone he will go. It is the reality of all humanity. Nobody can boast of himself as his life is a mere drop of dew,soon it falls to the dust its entity is gone for good. From dust man was created, to dust he must return. He had crashed into a bunch of highly educated crazy wild pigs, had his clothes torn and now he was walking all alone wearing old rags. He was physically safe but his frail mind was quite disturbed. He carried a light bag. A uniformed man in his thirties was returning home from duty.
"Is there any shrine to stay a night ?" Walker asked him. When he said 'a shrine' and not 'a temple', the man thought that he was from across
the border and must be a Muslim spy, he began checking his bag instead. A few pants and shirts,
a Greek lexicon, Greek books Ton Kriton, Ton Phaedon, a KJV Bible and daily use items like soaps paste shaving cream.
"Where you heading to ?" he asked.
"Toward hill stations." Walker was afraid to land into an unwanted trouble. He should not have asked him, as he always avoided uniformed men.
"Many hotel jobs there. You see those women n children going toward an old temple nearby. Just follow them." The man got down to a pavement and went his way. 'Good escape !' Walker told himself and ran fast to catch up with with them. They turned to a dusty pavement with thorny shrubs, reeds and wild flower plants on both sides. Those were all young women gone to a fair with their children to enjoy a freaky fun time away from their daily labours and drunkard fiery men given to gossip and gambling all day long, while their women cut grass for their cows and did all assorted jobs besides selling their bodies to earn extra cash. He had no money to pay them, so he walked along silently. That is the fate of most of the men who desire to live a life of integrity. They got no money to enjoy even the basic needs of nature. The women observed him top to bottom.
" He got money," a sporty women smacked the back of one walking close.
"Yea, you better ask here on the way itself. In the temple there will be many men around," she whispered,"you just start, the rest I take care."
"No, no sharing of men. I had it in the past. Clever ones made their homes, but me a fool lost the one I had. If he's for you, go ahead n catch him. Don't you expect to hook him for you." She turned back to see if he was listening to their whispers.

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"OK ! Money you take, but leave him to me," she stared straight into him and winked 'come on !' green signal. But tired man walking empty stomach whole day craved food and rest, and carnal emotions would be thrown to dust bin. He halted by a thorny shrub and threw into the dust a few drops of lust he had.
"Where he gone ?" one turned to see, others gone far ahead near to the temple gate. "hee ! hee !" she giggled aloud shameless vulgar.
They crossed through a shallow muddy stream and entered the spacious ancient temple. While the women rubbed their foreheads to the feet of stone idols of pagan gods and goddesses, he slipped toward bathrooms to refresh himself. The free food they served had no spices. He swallowed and fell deep asleep. The temple bells woke him up at early dawn. They served hot milk tea and left over night food. He ate to his fill, got ready for a day's walk and waited for sun rise. His mind filled with nostalgia for the past, he began wondering where he was heading to. His childhood memories flashed his brain.
A simple young lady roasted thin round sweet corn breads on an iron hot plate heated with burning firewood in a clay hearth. A small boy sat nearby writing his home work on a thin long wooden slate with a pointed reed. She put a bread and mustard plant leaves fried with onions and garlic on an earthen plate and went to milk her cow. When she returned, she was amazed to see a small puppy eating the bread while the boy was still too busy writing to see what the puppy doing near him. She waited near him awhile but he won't look up. She placed an other bread before him. This Walker was that boy. His money was spent on studies. He desired to become a classical Greek scholar. But his goal seemed far near horizons. Other more down to earth pragmatic mates had bribed to get good jobs and had wracked millions but he wasted on books.
Serene white light lit the eastern sky. Birds began chirping and flying around. He was again on the road walking his lonely way. He didn't feel like walking, so he sat down by the road side and waited for sunshine. A tiny black sparrow sat in an acacia tree nearby and sang her forlorn tale. The women also came out that side. Now he recalled he had seen a witch sleeping on him in a dream but in deep sleep had forgotten that dream.


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Also he realised he had got wet in the night. The woman who stared at him the previous eve, came near him and suddenly caught his belt as if to pull down his pants. He tried to push her back.
"Hey ! What you mad doing ?" He shouted at her.
"Mad not me. You mad ! You raped me in the night. Pay me else I drag you to my rowdy men."
"Pay you for what ? I got no money, that's why I walk." He tried to snatch her hold but could not.
"Let him go if he got no money." A woman shouted at her, but she won't leave him.
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