All the cosmic energy in this Universe that was created from the beginning of time, reverberated infinitely in his physical shape that summed up his existence. The initial impact of this pristine energy made him feel as if the big bang, that created the universe itself,and which he had always doubted as a concept, landing right below his earlobe. The ear drums started to oscillate like the balls of an angry bull charging across the field. The energy descended down through the throat which was now like a dried river bed, reaching the heart and lungs, which stopped beating altogether to analyse, contemplate and pass on this baton of divine energy to the stomach and others parts of the body, through the various communication channels available. The stomach churned and the kidney burned. The pancreas twisted further and as the energy dissipated with a mighty fury, every 206 of his bones started to crumble like a pack of cards. From the very atomic, sub-atomic to the inter galactic forces of nature that shaped this world, it all converged into the surface area of his left cheek and exploded with a bang. the big bang.
It is now important to know what happened next,
that he fell to the ground, with the skin the colour of Spanish tomato, is secondary to the fact that his brain, unable to preserve this energy, felt the sudden urge to release it all together. He ejected a jet of warm urine out of his pants and it streamed down through the left knee and enriched the earth below. It was a momentary bliss followed by sobs rising like a tsunami amidst the sea.
Sangram Dash was exactly 17 years and 3 months old when he first watched a raunchy young man riding a voluptuous woman on a 19 inch monitor and was overcome by a feeling of utter embarrassment. He was also 17 years and exactly 3 months old when he got caught seeing the raunchy young man riding naked on the voluptuous woman.
The reason for the slap was elemental, being caught at the oddest hour of the day, watching the oddest thing and at the oddest place. Simply said the odds were heavy against him. But even that slap from his father was nothing compared to the one rightly placed by Sunil Samarth. Fresher, Computer science, 2006 Batch, roll number 20718, village Barpali, district sambalpur.
Infront of him stood the reincarnation of Brahma, Sunil Samarth, with fury of the gods in his eyes and strength of the devil in his arms. He stood fearless, undaunted.
However Sangram had a peculiar appearance. He was over 6 feet tall and looked liked a stuffed Grizzly Bear. There were only a few strand of hair left at the edge of the egg shaped head, yet all of his body was covered with an inch of thick hairy fur. The eyes were bulged and appeared about to fall. The teeth appeared to be mummified.
The hands and legs extended and looked more like the mechanical arms of a Robot. And there many concentric circles of flesh surrounding the torso.All but 21 years of age, he had made a huge positive mark on the college campus ever since he stepped his foot in some three years back, thrashing the hell out of the new kids on the block.
For Sangram the last hunting season had just started, however for Sunil, it was the first day at college, first day that he would be staying away in a hostel, read hostile environment. As it turned out he was kidnapped and taken away from his hostel room to the senior's dormitory, on the very first night. He had some idea what was about to befall but was not left with any option, just to oblige and accept the inevitable, like the other two hapless goats ready for the butcher.
But what happened was alltogether a very different story...
The Sun had long set in the distant horizon. The sky was crimson with the birds making a marathon run to reach their nest after a hard days work. The little chicks remained perched on tree tops, occasionally raising their head to get a glimpse of their parents. They kept on chirping proudly as their parents flew competing against each other. Very soon it will be their turn to fly.
Bus number 2508 cruised along the vast stretch of the national highway. The Bus was packed to the hilt. Most of the freshers stood silently and looked like scapegoats about to be butchered. They stood huddled in between the row of seats, stressed for the most part of this 20 kilometre journey to the city. For once there was no age, sex or regional discrimination. Each one of the fresher stood as per the policies laid out by the seniors and they in turn had stood as per their seniors and so forth. There was no defiance.
It was an unusually humid day. The crisp ironed shirts were no more crispy, sticking to the torso, and streams of sweat running down the entire body, it was left with patches of sweat everywhere. Most of them were too close for comfort, each body pressed against his friend to be. Few girls stood in embarrassment unable to scratch where it itched them the most. Boys, unashamed went about their business of scratching where it itched. And then in the gloomy darkness, sticking their head up to breathe, they were no more sure whose itch they were answering to. Thus few of them scratched their neighbours itch, releasing them of their mortal suffering.
Sunil stood hidden behind many of the fresh faces around. Yet there was something different about him. One look and you could say he was like no other. He was different. He was bold and when most of the others were gyrating, smashing themselves against each other, he stood still like a statue.
The Bus finally reached the hostel compound.And one by one everyone started to get down. A bunch of guys including Sangram were waiting inside the phone booth cum Xerox shop round the corner. And as soon as they saw these three coming towards the booth rather than to the safe haven of the hostel gates, they pounced on them like a lion on a hapless deer.
Two hours later, Balasurender was explaining the meaning of sexy. Eshwar was desperately trying to prove the existence of God. And Sunil was frisked away by Sangram to give the breakup of his body mass in kgs. It seemed he was doing well than the others and was beating Sangram at his own game.
Unable to constrain his frustration after an hour, Sangram managed to say," Maaaa*****ia", saying it as if he meant it. It was near perfection. The word is a local slang for having illicit relationship with your mother.A word fit for the kind of guy infested with incest. A derogatory word in every sense of it. But just like love which itself can mean a gamut of feelings, so is this word, and it really means a whole gamut of feelings for many different people. Some take it pretty lightly and some can drive a knife through your heart, if you are not careful enough.
And when Sunil Samarth, heard the word, he was not overcome with disgust. But he was simply teleported back in time to the precise moment when he had uttered the same word, and with a certain diffidence on his face. It was time for redemption of the guilt that had been haunting him for as many as 4 long years. It was his time to deliver the cosmic energy to the worthy successor.
And without wasting a moment he delivered the divine gift of Brahma to the worthy successor as he had received it from his brother.
PRELUDE
Four years ago..
Sunil returned home with ruffled hairs and unbuttoned shirt.
The tussle had lasted for a few minutes and post three sentences, it was all over. His brother stood on the stairs with fury red eyes and an exceptional hatred for him, shocked, his brother had asked only one question at the middle of their all important struggle,
"What did you say to me?"
"Maa***hia"
Patassssssssssssssshhh.
Post a momentary loss of consciousness, Sunil felt the whole world revolving around him, he could see the stars and planets in the vastness of the universe and he felt enlightened, there was immense energy all around him. Every atom in his body absorbed that energy. He knew as no one else did, when one humiliates the creator of life on this planet, Brahma, the supreme creator of this Universe(Brahmand) answers the mere mortal with an unimaginable force what he gently calls the SLAP FROM BRAHMA.
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The END
