Vardaan 1...The Ultimate Boon

Chapter 22: Not Everyone's Friends Are Good (Part 4)

Batuk went and took care of his master.

After some time Batuk asked about the condition.

"The point of debate was a particular type of seed. He said that these seeds cannot be grown. I said that since these seeds were fruits, then they must have been on the plant itself, which must have grown from seed. If they could grow that time then why not now. Under the influence of alcohol, I became arrogant and arrogantly said that the seed which no one else can grow, will be grown by the Zameendaar Rakeshchandra. That's all they wanted to hear. They immediately provoked me and got my words converted into a bet. I put a condition, according to which in case the seeds grow, all their land will be mine and if...if these seeds do not grow, then my...all my land will be theirs." Rakeshchandra spoke in great pain.

"That was sheer stupi..." Batuk mumbled.

"...Why did you stop? Batukeshwara ji complete your sentence because you were not going to tell a lie. You were going to point out that it was my stupidity. I also agree with you, but now that stupidity has become a bitter reality. Now my land is in danger and you will not believe that I did this stupidity because of you." Rakeshchandra spoke.

Batuk did not like that at all.

"Because of me... what are you saying? Where do I fit into all this?" Batuk asked, frowning and expressing displeasure.

Zameendaar Rakeshchandra, the owner of Batuk, got up from his place and once again started going near Batuk.

Seeing the disturbed owner coming towards him, Batuk hid his feet.

"They cleverly told me through their servants that one of the miraculous men is the servant of mine. When they were trying to trap me into the Bet they indirectly once again reminded me about you. Thinking of you too, I did not think twice and placed the bet." Rakeshchandra spoke.

Batuk's owner told him how Batuk was indirectly a participant in the zameendaar's misery. Understanding everything, Batuk shook his head.

"Suppose you drank alcohol because of which you were full of excitement. But what was the excitement that even your common sense kept on disappearing? If I were so miraculous, would I have been working with you for so many months? Would I have been living in that dilapidated hut with my innocent wife?" Batuk asked angrily.

At that time Batuk had forgotten that he was addressing his food giver. He found the recent theory of his master more stupid than the betting.

"Here there is a lack of awareness in your thinking. Sometimes even the greatest of people have to face poverty. His qualities do not diminish in the days of poverty. They remain as they are inside them. I thought something similar must have happened to you. I didn't consider you miraculous just because of the servant's saying. The way you talk by itself tells that you are knowledgeable. And perhaps you didn't notice that the farm with the pond where you worked hard has got double the crop this time. These things were enough for me to consider you a miraculous man." Rakeshchandra firmly replied to Batuk.

Rakeshchandra was explaining to the laborer living in the fields that he was not as big a fool as Batuk was thinking.

"Oh, that is because...what...doubled?... I learned...from my mistakes...from last time, I learned from my mistakes." Saying Batuk fell into thought.

Thinking, Batuk fell silent on his own. His reaction was a relief to Rakeshchandra. Ever since Batuk had come to his room, it was the first time that Rakeshchandra had seen Batuk so confident.

"I learned, I was learning from my mistakes and I also gave better results. Unknowingly, I had already demanded from Mother Nature the quality of learning." Batuk became happy Saying in his mind.

Batuk came out picking up the bundle of seeds kept in the corner.

The landlord did not understand anything.

Batuk came back after a while. The zameendaar was standing like that only.

"What will I get if the seed sprouts?" Batuk asked for the first time talking about his benefit.

It was obvious that Batuk had to restore the lost glory to his wife.

"Those five have forty acres and I alone have fifty... I am only attached to my property. On winning the bet, all forty acres of them will be yours. I will now call the accountant and get the documents done." Rakeshchandra immediately replied.

The zameendaar of Batuk was so scared that he had no craving for extra profit. He just had to get out of the current predicament.

"No Zameendaar ji, neither I want the documents nor all forty acres. I have full faith in you. Of course, you usually insult me as you insult all your servants, but you have never kept our rights. I don't trust the document but your intention. And as for the land, I want only one acre, because you are the rightful owner of the prize of victory. The one who has the guts to bear the loss should also get the benefit. From now on neither be afraid nor regretful, because you have only made a mistake. The conspiracy is hatched by your fake friends. You regret the mistake and will be punished for their conspiracy. From now on just think that Mother Nature has given us a chance to hoist the flag of truth. Negative people will go to hell while they are alive and we will get an extra forty acres. From now on you can rest assured; I know I can do it. And yes, if you are truly repentant, remember the faces of your wife as well as children and abstain from alcohol forever." Batuk spoke his mind with full conviction.

The zameendaar bowed down to Batuk's enthusiasm with moist eyes.

"Batuk, do you still consider me your master?" Rakeshchandra asked seriously.

"Yes," Batuk replied immediately.

"As you said, I am not like other zameendaars. Rakeshchandra has never kept anyone's rights and will never keep them. The seeds will grow, I have faith. After that, we both will get twenty acres each. And there will be no more debate on this, you can go." Rakeshchandra said firmly.

Batuk was very happy to hear so. He was not going to turn down what Mother Nature was offering him. He happily accepted what the zameendaar was happily offering.

Batuk found firmness as well as relief in his master's words. Batuk felt extra happiness to think that he had taken away one person's suffering.

"What about alcohol?" Batuk asked.

Zameendaar Rakeshchandra immediately held his ears.

Batuk was very happy and with that happiness, he went to his Swaraa.

"Who knows, all this has happened just to get rid of the liquor of the Zameendaar Sahib." Batuk thought in his mind and laughed.

The zameendaar was convinced that Batuk was a miraculous man because only a miraculous man could tell him to leave his intoxication. Batuk had nothing to do with his intoxication. Still, he wanted the good of his master.

At that moment Zameendaar Rakeshchandra prayed to God that Batuk may get all that he wants.

Perhaps that is why it is said that, do good and have good.