The age of Treta yug has ended, Vedas and sacrifices went into a decline and the lifespans of humans decreased, with the advent of Dwapar, the third yug.
Now humanity is not plagued by external threats from demons or other supernatural forces but fr...
In the heart of the dense forest of Kashmirpur, dappled sunlight filtered through the thick canopy above, creating an ethereal glow that danced upon the forest floor.
With bated breath and trembling hands, Shankaraatrishn meticulously followed the instructions outlined on the ancient scroll. His desparation to catch just one glimpse of her divine grace, was increasing by each passing moment.
Because, patience was not one of the his virtues. As minutes turned into what felt like hours, his eyes darted around the forest, growing increasingly restless.
Frustration crept into his heart, like an unwelcome intruder disrupting his spiritual connection. Doubt started to cloud his mind, urging him to rush through the ritual and abandon his discipline.
His voice trembled as he recited the sacred incantations hastily, glossing over the subtle nuances that held profound significance. He grew impatient, longing for a glimpse of the goddess that seemed resolutely uninterested in appearing.
Although refusing to reveal herself, it didn't mean Amarsri wasn't aware of this devotee of hers.
As Shankaraatrishn sunk deeper into the abyss of darkness, she watched with a mixture of concern and sorrow. She knew it was because of the forbidden rituals he had engaged himself in, were the cause of loss of virtues in him.
She had witnessed his frustrations, his desperate attempts to appease her through distorted practices. But alas, his misguided efforts had only fuelled her discontent.
"Devi." Srinav kept a hand over her shoulder, seeing her worried expression he asked, "Darshan dene ki iccha toh aapki bhi hai. Parantu de kyu nahi rahi ?"
"Dev, jab Mata apne balak ki iccha keval uske hatt ke karan purn kare, toh woh balak aur hatti ho jata hai. Shankaraatrishn bhi hatt lagaye baitha hai. Na toh uski indriya niyantrit hai, aur na hi aaveg. Upar se, usne aisi aisi tamsik upasanaye ki hai, jisse woh moksh se dur hota jaa raha hai. Aise mei jab tak use aatmabodh na ho, use darshan dena anarthkaari hoga." Amarsri said, her voice resonating with unwavering resolve.
Srinav sighed, feeling a deep unrest within himself, indicating an ill omen, he said, "Shankaraatrishn anarth toh awashya karega."
Amarsri looked at him, she understood his concerns for she too could see the ill omens surrounding Shankaraatrishn. Yet she also knew giving in to her devotee's tantrum like behaviour would only encourage his disruptive behaviour, and push him more towards darkness. And not only that, it would affect other devotees of her, where they might start to believe that they can please her by partaking in harmful ways of worship.
With her divine vision, she once again looked back on earth, gazing at Shankaraatrishn, who carelessly rushed through the incantations, and disregarding the necessary details.
But seeing that her mother like goddess was still conspicuously absent, an overwhelming surge of anger surged through him. He flung the scroll aside, its fragile pages scattering like autumn leaves upon the forest floor.
"Mata ! Kya meri pukaar aap tak pahuch nahi rahi !? Ya aapne mera tyaag kar diya hai !? Apne bhakt ki yeh dasha dekh anand ata hai kya aapko !?" Shankaraatrishn asked looking up in the sky.
His bitter accusations reverberated through the trees. The air crackled with his fury, distorting the serene tranquility of the forest.
Desperate and forlorn, Shankaraatrishn deliberated over his next course of action. Fearful of his inability to establish the connection he craved, he hesitated, knowing that there could be dire consequences. Swallowing his pride, he resolved to call upon an entity whose alignment was far from benevolent, the Karn pishachini.
Reluctantly, he spoke her name, his voice hesitant yet filled with an undeniable sense of despair. As his plea echoed through the oppressive silence, a chilling breeze blew in response.
"Bata, kaise mai Amarsri ke darshan praapt karu ?" He asked.
And so her voice slithered into his ears, maliciously whispering its dark counsel, "Uske mandiro ka naash kar, aur yadi uske bhakt bich mei aaye toh unka sanghaar kar."
"Kya ?" Shankaraatrishn's eyes widened. A shiver ran down his spine as he contemplated the evil that lay before him.
"Tujhe uske darshan aise saatvik upasna se praapt nahi hone wale. Tere haatho ne bahut paap jo kiye hai. Ek paap aur karle, woh awashya tere samaksh prakat ho jayegi." She chuckled coldly.
"Mai jaanta hu ki tu yeh kyu keh rahi hai." Shankaraatrishn said knowing the true intention of the Karn-pishachini, "Tu chaahti hai ki woh mera vadh karde, aur fir tu mujhe apna daas bana le. Hai na ?"
The Karn-pishachini laughed sadistically, "Daas toh tu waise bhi banega mera, chaahe aaj mar ya kal. Koi bacha nahi sakta tujhe."
Shankaraatrishn could feel a bead of sweat rolling down his forehead. He gulped as the fruits of what he has sowed was now sprouting up. He knew the consequences of having a Karn pishachini, yet in his desparation he had undertaken the ritual.
"Chunaav tera hai, ya toh tu uske darshan karke mrityu ko praapt kar. Ya bina uske darshan kiye, varsho tak mera daasatva swikar kar, pret yoni ki peeda ko jhel, aur fir 84 lakh yoniyo ke janm aur maran ke chakra mei fasa reh, uske baad aasha kar ki punah tujhe manushya yoni mei janm mile. Shat-koti varsh toh aise hi lag jaayenge. Kya itna dhairya hai tujhme ? Kya itni pratiksha kar paayega uss devi darshan ke liye ?" The Karn-pishachini asked.
Shankaraatrishn's lips trembled as he thought upon the words of the entity and the inevitable suffering that awaited him in the after life.
"Ya toh abhi Devi ke darshan kar le, ya Shat-koti varsho ke baad karle. Bol. Kya swikarya hai tujhe ?" She asked.
"Abhi. Mujhe abhi darshan karna hai Devi ka." Shankaraatrishn said, weighed down by his longing and anger, he saw no other way to achieve his goal than to succumb to the temptations of darkness.
"Toh jaisa maine kaha waisa kar." The Karn-pishachini smiled wickedly.
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Tsk tsk tsk.... Boi you are in deep deep deep.... Deeper than the ocean shit-
And to anyone wondering what 84 lakh yoniya are.... Here's a list -
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You know, this made me think how lucky we are to have gotten the divine grace of our gods..... Just imagine how many yonis we would've gone through.... How much suffering our soul must've endured, especially in the lower yonis.... To finally come to a life where we are able to worship divinity..... Where we are able to feel their grace.... Where we are able to utter the holy names of paramatma....
So don't waste your life..... Who knows when will be the next time you get such a high yoni.... That is the birth in Bharatvarsh...
