Myth of a Mystic
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Myth of a mystic Chapter one Aditi, the girl of 25 years, sat on berth in the AC compartment of the train, ready to get down on the station, mind yearning to see Aaditya, the heart and soul, who stood impatiently on the platform. Two years passed without meeting each other, the two birds who met in the campus of a medical college, both studying for post graduation of Psychology, one very anxious to know and the other discovering it. Mind is an unanswered question to many of them. Here she has arrived to find the source of Indian mythology as a research fellow in the Kalibagh University of Kolkatta, the city where refinement has not made any change in the life style. Bells and calls by porters and coffee boys were heard. She took all her luggage, a small hand bag, a laptop, a stroley leather bag and some magazines. The train gradually came to a full stop. Coromandel Express has finally reached the Howarh Station, allowing them to perceive their love. Aaditya helped her to get down. Tiring was the journey form the city of Chennai, the south of India, to here, The West Bengal. She held his hands to step down to the platform. The half shoe added to her beauty. She as a representative of the modern generation stood watching all around. Kolkata, the city where Swami Vivekananda’s sound was heard as an uproar, the sweetness of Rabindranath Tagore’s poetry was born, the creativity of Satyajit Ray gave a new face to cinematic concepts, it is here Aditi have reached to meditate on mantras, absorb the fragrance of arts and to substantiate her knowledge of the silver screen, the Cinema. The rickshaw went on like an old queen through the hearts of the city. A room was arranged for her, with all facilities, just opposite to the apartment of Aaditya. Holding hands together, sharing his shoulder, she sat on the rickshaw enjoying the visuals seen around. It was her desire to go in a rickshaw avoiding the fashionable modern car. The man never stood against it, for he was also suffering of the romantic pang since two years. The breath of hers, which touched his face and body, tickled him all around. His hands went around her, saying and ruling as if the lady is his private property. Unmarried they were, but of course made for each other. The Bengali song from some of the road side fast food shops made a romantic background for their journey. Finally it stopped in front of the gate where it was written in big letters in Bengali, Madhur Amrit Apartments. Aditya paid the rickshaw driver and took her trolley bag and got in. The watchman gave a teasing look at both, least cared they entered the lift to reach the fifth floor. Comparatively new it stood with a marvelous scenery around and fresh air pampering the residents. Colored in green with white windows, the building gave a warm welcome to the guests. “O! Have you reached so early?! It is two hours since the train reached the station”, Janani, the mother of Aaditya complained. “We came by rickshaw, just for fun”, Aditi made a lame excuse. The Mother took her future daughter in –law, Aditi to a room which was arranged for her. Small balcony, attached to the bedroom, providing the sluggish sky appearances, attracted her, making her stand there for sometime. The white curtains, designed silky bed sheets, specially designed cot, tables and chair which can be folded in to a small wooden bag reflected a perfect interior design for a person with a transferable job. Keeping her laptop on the table, she sat down on the chair near the dresser, to open her trolley so as to take one of her dress out. Standing under the shower and cooling herself, she found calmness in mind. Remembering to call her mother she came out of the bathroom in a palm-green skirt and a sandal yellow cotton top with some hand embroidery and mirror works on it. The mobile began to cry out a musical tone, “Amma Calling”, the screen gave the message. What a mother is this! She grabs even her daughter’s thought far away from home:, Aditi thought . “Amma, I have reached here. I was supposed to call you”. The girl tried to excuse herself. “Don`t try to escape Aditi. I expected your call all these time. Never mind. How was the journey? Where are you now?” the mother began her questions in one breath. “Journey was fine. I am in Aadi’s house now. Just took a shower.” “Ok! Convey my regards to all there. Call you later bye”, the phone cut off. Smell of Lilly flowers in the garden down there rushed into the room along with the blazing sun, portraying the glimpse of light and colors. Having food together on a dining table Made of a circular glass piece held by a carven wooden stand, pranks and stories went on. Delicious the Dinner was made in the north-Indian taste, the lady being the wife of an army Doctor was familiar with these styles rather than that of South Indian dishes. Exchanging the recipes and some homely news the ladies cleaned the utensils. Janani sat down chanting Ramayanam, on a woolen night gown with a royal look. Father of Aadi Dr.Hariharan, sat on the sofa chair, stretching his led to a small cushion. He is now a guest lecturer in General medicine in the Central Medical College of West Bengal. Healthy he looked at the age of sixty; the Vedic thread went across his body, prompting a glance of knowledge. Though different in Caste, the culture was the same for both, Aadi and Aditi, which attracted them. “Tomorrow, the classes will commence in the Satyajith Ray Institute of Film and technology. Hope that this course of six month will do better for me”, Aditi broke the silence. What about your research? When are you planning to begin it? One month has already gone. Don’t waste more time “, Aadi intervened. Will you be free tomorrow? If yes, I want to go and meet Dr. Sangeet Banerjee, my guide and begin the work for research in ‘Psychology in Indian, tomorrow itself”. She explained. “Ya! He will be free for you always; nothing can stop it other than the dismissal letter. Ha Ha!” The father appreciated his son’s love for her. Chat went on with laughter, pranks and decision makings. Sleep, gradually caught hold of every one, the cold air of icicle January went to and fro sizzling and singing a lullaby. Sun came out very late in the morning. The two birds got ready to move to the institute for joining the diploma course in film technology. Enthralled in mind, simply looking out she sat silently in the front seat, scrunched in a corner, elbow dropped on the handle and hands cupping the chin. The car, flattened and spacious four wheeler, the Mercedes Benz, new of its model, moved on. Bumping at curves and smoothening at lowering roads, the journey stopped after one hour in front of the college gate. Parking the car to a side, both moved to the college holding some certificates, admission card and other documents in a file. The admission procedure got over in just one hour. In the 2o seats available most of them, came from nearby places like Bhojpur, aspirants of movies, came for this course in order to study in detail the process of film making. The syllabus included direction, cinematography, and almost all areas of Film making… Eager to meet the efficient teachers the students got into their classes. With the 20 intellectuals the class remained in heavy silence for a moment. The fatty boy with a pale face, Ashuthosh, was the smartest, sometimes over smart amongst others. Aadi walked out through the wet pavement, holding his calico umbrella, to find a seat in the visitor’s room. The professors, the eminent film-makers, stood together on the platform, sharing a common look of intelligence. All were equally famous around the globe and supposedly the most efficient. Classes went on showing movies. The canteen, nearby, served a delicious, traditional lunch to all. Back the way home, excited the lady was seen, describing about the style, texture and quality of the classes, especially of the movies shown and the friends she had in one day like a girl of ten years. Rising and dipping through the roads of Howrah, the car went on to Madhur Amrit Apartments. Her flat was arranged with all equipments needed urgently. Gently nodding her face, she entered her new home. Though remained and involved in the thoughts of a movie based on the life after death and re entry of a soul in front of its family members, she made tea for all. “Is it true? Will dead people come back to their loved ones? Sometimes that can also happen”, she sobbed herself consoling her irritated mind. Six months moved on with research and works studies in film institute. Her helper was Aadi, who owned a doctorate in the subject,” influence of philosophy in Psychological treatments’. The man, well-versed in scriptures and knowledgeable doctor of psychic ailments provided her with hearty support. He, as the senior consultant of one of the major government hospitals there, utilized all his free time to help her in discovering and unveiling the science of mantras. The convocation day of the institute had two more months to go, by the time the students were asked to make a movie of their choice.