It was a very long time from now.. Even time had a tiresome journey travelling back when i asked it to.. It went back to the days right when the monarchs were ruling..Back to the days when there were civilizations being fashioned..It was the beginning of governance..Sages, then known as rishis lived and people followed what these scholarly people mentioned..Those were the days when there were a lot of mavericks in the society unlike today where the governance had taken control over Man..A village at dont know where was led by a tribal head..People in that village were satisfied with what they were and what they had..The village priest taught them things and people followed it..The high septon was then explaining them the two mind spaces, heaven and hell after life .”Heaven is the most beautiful mind space while hell cant be imagined as it brings fear in the faces of toughest of men. Pray hard not to go to hell or else get ready to get tormented”, he mentioned ..A small boy also listened to it contemplating whatever understood.. He was a seemingly odd looking boy not belonging to this time and world..He roamed through the streets of his village as a freelancer doing odd jobs..He was a quick learner and cynic..No one could convince him with things so easily..He was stubborn and learnt things with his own reason..He prayed the sun god coz he understood the fact the sun helps growth ..He observed that the metabolic rate on earth during nights was less..It was not that he observed too much of the outside world..He observed himself, went deep within to comprehend his own ability to think. The rate of his thoughts declined at nights. He had this regular habit of drawing shapes of what ever he sees in the sky on the soil. The great priest once told that the earth was flat..”is it?”, the boy thought.. people easily accepted with what the priest said but this guy had other notions..one day, it was the day’s sad end and he was observing the stars..the clouds formed various shapes and he started making them on the ground as he slept.. Next morning when he observed it he found that the moon was missing.. “oi, i missed it,” he thought.. He wondered where the moon went.. Like this, he observed that moon’s shape changed once a while and it disappears once a while..He was a genuine story teller too..He once explained the priest’s children how fast the sun moves and how it visits every corner of the world..The priest went furious over his insane theories and told him to stop creating his own theories.. “YOU!,son of a ****..Get away from here with ur stupid theories ..” The boy was wondering if his conception was wrong..The boy saw that the light illuminated not only beautiful places of his village but also lit the contaminated, fouled stained places..He wondered if sun loved earth so much that it visited every nook and corner of it daily..Days passed..As every uncouthly civilization ended coz of plague or by man’ foolish wants, even this civilization had its tough times coming..The village was too tough to get infected.. The boy this time was busy with his dreams..He started sleeping more than ever as dreams connected him to a distant place..He was blind in his dreams.. People started praying.. All the ceremonies were being done but the death rate wasn’t diminishing.. People started blaming the high priest and hence god..they called the earth as the INFERNO..The priest then understood how dumbfounded these people were..Some of villages started chasing the High priest and the boy came to his rescue claiming that nothing evil’s gonna happen and earth is a beautiful place.. But the deaths didn’t stop..it ate what ever came in its way.. It looked as if there was no way to stop it.. the boy didnt understand why the death happened..There was no pattern…Every single time he got blinded looking at the things happening and thought earth was hell, he got dreams which said hez wrong..
The death finally ate this boy along with many one day.. the boy couldn’t believe the fact that he died..The doorkeepers of Yama summoned all the dead which included the boy to yamadharmaraju..The path was indeed enthralling.. He could feel all the excitement but realised the fact that it would end soon.. The hall in which everyone was summoned was nothing special.. It had 2 doors..Yama started checking men who came there.. It was strange that he wasnt checking their accounts.. He felt uneasy when he looked at the boy..Only the boy looked back with same confident look which Yama had while others shivered ..Yama saw something puzzling on his face, something dark and he was put in a conundrum. He saw dark but that brought light.. As everytime, he asked people to choose a door and people made their choice thinking one was hell and one was heaven..People went behind their leader as always like sheep.. chitragupta had vicious smile as always.This boy however chose a different road. He told yama that he wanted to get back to earth.. Yama looked amazed seeing at someone one of a kind..Not a conventional thing this is, he thought..He asked the guy for a proper logical reason and if convincing , he would send the guy back.. The boy told, “Earth is the most beautiful place and the only heaven left”..yama asked for a reason.. The boy told,” i pray sun..Sun visits earth everyday and travels all though the earth, every nook and corner..He walks through not only the beautiful places but also the contaminated ones..so, i thought earth is the only heaven as sun visits it daily..” Yama looked paralysed.. He couldn’t speak..”Is it coz of responsibility or love that my dad visits earth daily?”, he thought..A small boy made Yama think.. Yama wondered if the dark thing which terrified him gave him such wisdom..”How is it possible..How can dark show path..Isnt the path only shown by my father? Can their be someone else..?? Can the dark show path.”Questions flooded all over and he smiled… “Life was much beautiful before”, he chuckled.. chitragupta was amazed and Yama made up his mind..He sent the boy back.. People then wondered if the boy was right! Had the boy been right, what are the 2 doors and what is the choice made by them.. The people went through the doors as the choice made..They got terrified within seeing how people was brutally tortured..Finally, they walked all through till the end and finally met the other set of people who entered the second door. They finally realised that the 2 doors were the 2 points in a circular hellpath..The boy was right, they thought and looked disappointed.. Yama now started wondering what the boy had..the dark..what was it..what was his dream all about..Is it the dark lord whoz showing him? Is it shiva? May be it is.. one hell of a day for me, he rolled laughing..and the boy lived forever..the boy who actually lived..the boy was named MARKANDEYA by Yama and kala later made that possible playing his games again..
“THE DARK PROTECTS US”