The astrologer – A short story

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I am really excited because this is the first post by a guest blogger on this blog. I proudly present a good friend of mine, Sid, of Sid-o-scope (which also happens to be one of my most favourite blogs) and now he has another great blog Stuck between Heaven and Hell. He is the most funny writer in blog-o-sphere who makes me ROTFL with his really funny cartoons “Chamiya-giri” and “Sid-toons”. You are really missing something if you have not visited his website so far. Not just that, he is a great short story writer. He is a multi-talented person who can write great poems, jaw-dropping thrilling stories, heart touching emotional stories, amazing cartoons and wonderful Fiction-55s. As soon as I asked him to save my blog from dying, he rescued it by writing this wonderful short story for my blog, within a single day. I am sure you are going to like it. And don’t forget to peep into Sid-o-scope for more wonderful stuff. Thanks a lot Sid for such a great story πŸ™‚
Every night Parshuram Pandey had the same routine, he used to get out of the mill and enter the beer bar to drink the regrets in his life. He used to drink to forget, to drown the past into the bottles of alcohols.

He was a mill worker and earned a modest salary to feed his family, but his drinking habit took over the human in him and turned him into a monster his wife and kids had to face every night.

Every night he used to take the same dark road back home and at the corner of the street saw the astrologer. The astrologer had long brown hair and overgrown facial hair. Unlike other astrologers, he carried no stuff, no stones, no parrots. The astrologer just sat there on a quietly, doing nothing, saying nothing. He just had one board in his front which read β€˜All your problems solved. Astrological consulting just Rs 5’

β€˜He is a obviously fake,’ Parshuram used to think, but something in that astrologer made him glance at that corner regularly. One day totally drunk, he glanced at the fat lady sitting in front of the astrologer. Out of curiosity, he stepped closer to listen to them,

β€œYou obviously are going to get freed of all your worries,” said the astrologer gazing at the palm of the fat lady.

β€œBut my love life is a mess,” she replied, β€œMy husband doesn’t love me anymore.”

β€˜Try reducing your weight a bit,’ thought Parshuram.

β€œDo one thing, know the Shiv temple on the top of the hill? Every Monday go there and while enchanting the Shiv Mantra, circle around the temple for 15 times,” the astrologer said, β€œYou will find your love life returning in a month.”

β€œThank you baba,” she touched his feet.

β€œRemember, if you begin this vrat (the task to please God) you should not stop in between for anything or God will curse you.”

β€˜Obviously a fake,’ said Parshuram and gazed at the astrologer.

β€œYes, my son,” said the Astrologer, β€œDo you want to consult?”

β€œYou are a fake,” said Parshuram, β€œYou do not know anything. If you are really so great can you tell my past?”

The astrologer gazed at him for a moment.

β€œSee,” Parshuram exclaimed, β€œNot upto the task are you?”

β€œI will,” said the astrologer, β€œI will definitely. But I will tell you the day you come to me sober.”

β€œYeah right,” laughed Parshuram sarcastically and left.

Then he walked the same road stumbling on the poles and reached his house. His wife was dutifully waiting for him with hot food plate, she was rubbing the bruise from the last night while heating the food.
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But today her husband was quiet, she did not understand. He did not pull her hair, he did not beat her. He quietly sat down in the kitchen waiting for food. She was surprised to see the change, as she never had a peaceful night in last three years.

The next day Parshuram did his work regularly, but his attention was somewhere else… he was thinking about the astrologer.

That night, he did not visit the bar. The path suddenly seemed bright, the roads all lit. The astrologer sat there, as quiet as always.

β€œI was waiting for you,” the astrologer said.

β€œIf you tell me my past correctly, I will give you 100 Rs, right now” said Parshuram.

β€œI know you earn modest wages, son, I will not take a single penny from you,” the astrologer smiled and gazed at the palm.

β€œYou came to the big city three years ago,” began the astrologer, β€œYou come from a small village in konkan region of Maharashtra. Your family is your mother whom you cannot face, as you are ashamed of going there because of the deed you did three years back.”

The old thoughts came back to Parshuram, the friendship, the plot and the run.

β€œYou have been betrayed in your life by someone, someone very close to you. You had to run away from yourself, but now it is time to stop. Don’t run anymore for your betrayer is dead.”

Parshuram was impressed but he did not wish to accept defeat yet, β€œThis is all very general, tell me something specific.”

β€œFine. You have robbed, robbed God himself.”

The words hit hard, Parshuram pulled back his hand.

β€œYou and your friend robbed the golden crown in the temple of your village, but your robbery was foiled by the priest who rang the alarm. You had to flee the village, in the darkness you fell into the well and your friend ran away with the loot. You have not seen your village and your friend since.”

Parshuram sat stunned, all the past events came back to him. His jobless life, his plan to rob the temple, to rob the Brahmans for not letting him into the temple. He came from a lower caste and was not allowed to enter the temple, tired of this, he and his friend, Raghunath, decided to punish the Priest by robbing the crown and then frame him for the robbery, but then nothing happened as it seemed. The alarm was raised, he and Raghunath were chased by the villagers, while running he accidently feel into a dry well and then he waited in dark from three days, Raghunath did not return for him.

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Then after three days he ran, ran forever leaving his life behind. He was haunted by the villagers cries for three years, he was haunted by the sense of loneliness for three years. Every night he tried to drown the voices into the bottles of alcohol.

β€œDo you believe in me now? Son, so I may give you a closure in your regret?” the astrologer asked.

β€œYes, baba,” cried Parshuram.

β€œYour friend was caught immediately when you fell into the well. He was taken to the village and the crown was reinstalled on the temple. The villagers condemned him to leave the village immediately. Your friend has received his calling, he is beyond our reach. Your mother is waiting for you son, no one knows of your involvement in the robbery. The damage is done, you have a life ahead of you son, bury the ghost of the past, go back to your village. Lead a peaceful life.”

That night, Parshuram did not stumble on the way home. He suddenly realized how beautiful his wife looked. He ate the hot food with pleasure, his life would stay beautiful for days to come.

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That night, the astrologer went to his house in the slums of Dharavi and started packing his stuff.

β€œAre you leaving again?” asked his neighbor.

β€œYes Chacha, I have to make a final pilgrimage to Ambarnath.”

β€œSon, you have been to many pilgrims to Dehu Road, to Alandi, to Kashi to find the peace, yet you did not get in any of those places. Now, your life is settled in the city, you can go and pray in any temple here, why are you wasting your youth in chasing the thin air?”

β€œChacha, I have taken many pilgrims, but today, I am truly at peace. This is my last journey towards moksha (Nirvana).”

β€œWell, what can I say then, all the best, Raghunath.”

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39 Comments Add yours

  1. SiD says:

    Wow… I did not know i was first guest blogger. Thats flattering, thanks ya for the honor…

    Wow, and you did some big big words of praise there dear, thanks thanks…

    even I did not know my work was so liked by someone…:o πŸ˜€

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    1. Hey sid, it was a great short story πŸ™‚ Liked it a lot. And the praises, you deserve many more praises πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚

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      1. SiD says:

        Well…flattered dear. Today am feeling my net worth is something.

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      2. πŸ™‚ you are really good sid

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  2. DilOnTheRocks says:

    Wow. That was one good story Sid. Simple and interesting.

    Congrats on your first guest-ees Avada and Sid.

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    1. Karthik says:

      Hey Sid, I found this more fascinating than ‘Serial Killer’ man. I’m amazed. I thought it was just a plain story, but the punch you gave in the end is magnificent. Loved it to the core. Keep going, dude. Keep going. You’ve set some high standards for yourself. Hoping to read more… πŸ™‚

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      1. SiD says:

        it is really captivating story bro…:D

        Yup you might came some emotional twist stories soon…:D

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    2. SiD says:

      Tx a lot there dear…:D

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    3. @DilonRocks: Thanks so much πŸ™‚ I am happy that you liked it πŸ™‚

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  3. gils says:

    wowww!!!!!! awesome…tht astrolger part was a given tho…tht he has to be someone related to this guy..but the flow was awesome….loved it…

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    1. Thanks gils (on sid’s behalf) πŸ™‚

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  4. Jayanta Deka says:

    Wow..!! This is a great story… a story that is woven with a very crispy binding of words mixed with sentiments.
    Thanks Sid… thanks Avada
    Cheers life…
    JD

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    1. SiD says:

      @Jd
      thanks dost… it has a emotional touch…:D

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  5. SiD says:

    @Dil
    tx a lot…:D

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  6. Pramathesh B says:

    A very different Sid again. You seem to like surprising. Good One again.

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    1. SiD says:

      Thanks prat…:D

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  7. shilpa says:

    I thought the astrologer might be the son of the priest.. πŸ™‚

    But he was raghunath. Good job, cowboy!!

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    1. SiD says:

      He he he he…thanks…:D

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  8. Tangerine says:

    Loved the story!!! Simple and amazing πŸ™‚

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    1. SiD says:

      Thank you thank you…:D

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  9. Chanz says:

    Good job… Incredible…

    But I almost knew the end. I thought that the astrologer must be his friend and whoa.. it turned out just that way…

    But really good story

    Keep up the good work sid…

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  10. Miss_Nobody says:

    that was AWESOME!One of the best I have read!I only hope my post matches up to this!

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    1. SiD says:

      hey u will….keep writing…:D

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    2. SiD says:

      hey u will….keep writing…and i am sure u write well…:D

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    3. thanks girlie πŸ™‚ Glad you liked it!

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  11. lostworld says:

    Oh wow.. what a fabulous story!!! With a superb twist in the end πŸ™‚ I have no words.. I am glad to be introduced to Sid through your blog. Will surely visit Sid’s blog. Cheers. Great post again!

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    1. SiD says:

      Hey u r always welcome on the blog…:D

      I am glad u liked it… hey there is no link to your blog…

      do provide….:D

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  12. lostworld says:

    I’ve linked one of your posts in my blog. You’ve been awarded too πŸ™‚

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  13. Hey firstly a conversation between an alcoholic and an astrologer was unexpected…. And then the story was too good!
    @Sid
    Keep up the good work
    @Avada
    Nice initiative!

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    1. Thanks Saurabh πŸ™‚ All the credit goes to sid πŸ™‚

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  14. Shilpa Garg says:

    Hey! That’s a nice interesting story! πŸ™‚
    You are becoming an amazing weaver of stories!!
    Damn good! πŸ™‚

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  15. Shruti says:

    Sidhu bhai! Yeh bahut achi kahani hai. Am seconding shilpz thoughts, u are awesome weaver of stories!!

    Whoa, how about a guest post in my blog with a funny, thriller?

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  16. prashansa puranik says:

    Wow Sid! That’s a very nice story!You are a good writer!!! You can write almost each type of liturature….
    Congrats Avada for getting that good story from your guest writer!!

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    1. Thanks Pra πŸ™‚ Glad you liked the story πŸ™‚

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  17. Neha says:

    you are a great storyteller sid ! that was just so awesome read ! oops OSSUM read πŸ˜›

    amidst all the romantic stories in the blogosphere when you stumble on something like this it makes you smile !

    πŸ™‚

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  18. That was quite a riveting story… with a gentle twist in the tale. I did not see that one coming…

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