smoothly. He turned his head to soak in the panorama. Every object, from the squirrels on the
trees to the pillars of the temple had all been transformed into outlines of their selves. The
same black and white curved lines streamed in and out of them.
Turning to the Pandit to ask for an explanation, he was stunned to see that the priest himself
was also transformed into an outline of his former self. White curved lines were flooding out of
him with frightening intensity. Strangely though, there were no black lines around him.
‘What the...’
Shiva’s words were stopped by the outline of the Pandit pointing back at him. ‘Look at
yourself, my Karmasaafhi,’ advised the Pandit.
Shiva looked down. ‘I’ll be damned!’
His body too had been transformed into an outline, completely transparent inside. Torrents
of black curved lines were gushing furiously into him. He looked at the lines closely to notice
that that they were not lines at all. They were, in fact, tiny waves which were jet black in colour.
The waves were so tiny that from even a slight distance, they appeared like lines. There wasn’t
even a hint of the white waves close to Shiva’s outlined body. ‘What the hell is going on?’
‘The white waves are positive energy and the black negative,’ said the Pandit’s outline. ‘They
are both important. Their balance crucial. If they fall out of sync, cataclysm will occur.’
Shiva looked up at the Pandit, puzzled. ‘So why is there no positive energy around me? And
no negative energy around you?’
‘Because we balance each other. The Vishnu’s role is to transmit positive energy’ said the
Pandit. The white lines pouring feverishly out of the Pandit seemed to flutter a bit whenever he
spoke. ‘And the Mahadev’s role is to absorb the negative. Search for it. Search for negative
energy and you will fulfil your destiny as a Mahadev.’
‘But I am no Mahadev. My deeds till now don’t make me deserve that tide.’
‘It doesn’t work that way, my friend. You don’t earn a tide after you have done your deeds.
You do your deeds because of and only after you believe that you already are the Mahadev. It
doesn’t matter what others think. It’s about what you believe. Believe you are the Mahadev, and
you will be one.’
Shiva frowned.
‘Believe!’ repeated the Pandit.
BOOM! A distant reverberation echoed through the ambience. Shiva turned his eyes
towards the horizon.
‘It sounds like an explosion,’ whispered the Pandit’s outline.
The distant, insistent voice of Sati came riding in. ‘S-H-I-V-A...’
BOOM! Another explosion.
‘S-H-I-V-A...’
‘It looks like your wife needs you, my friend.’
Shiva looked in astonishment at the outline of the Pandit, unable to decipher where the
sound came from.
‘Maybe you should wake up,’ advised the Pandit’s disembodied voice.
‘S-H-I-V-A’
A groggy Shiva woke up to find Sati staring at him with concern. He was still a little bleary
from the outlandishly strange dream state that he had just been yanked out of.
‘Shiva!’
BOOM!
singke
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