"Infinity Complex"-And I Thought I was Crazy

PROLOGUE-1

Mila looked up......at this time of the day, it was very much unlikely for the sky to remain clear...... However from the past few weeks, the weather was not going in sync. Winters in northern Tibet are quite harsh....but "the day seems to deny that..." he muttered. The ridges and gorges far away can be clearly viewed from this little crest.....in the north, probably 8 thousand arms up there was the Kagyu Monastery......."man, I wish I would have gone there...." Mila whispered in dispair in quite a faint way only audible to him. However, in these deep valleys there can be hardly anyone or anything else that could have heard him then......Ming, his best friend, once told him that the head Abbot of that Monastery teaches Buddhist occult arts to some chosen students who are eager to learn from him....Mila regretted that he should have listened to him. It's darn boring to loaf around in winters in these barren white-lands totally blanketed in snow. Mila decided to get back to his village and help his mom to gather wood for fire.......he thus trolled down the slopes in a sluggish gait and took a turn and in no more than an instant after that what he heard, was the most frightening, rather disturbing, uproar in his entire life. Snowfall had resumed just a while ago and it made the vision quite obscure and Mila was already halfway to heaven by hearing that shriek..."Oh boy what on earth was t-that?!!" he mewed as he just started to run....."Was that a pack of snow wolves or that.....oh lord Buddha, please save the day.....I don't wanna get devoured by the 'monarch of ice'...... Oh the great 'lurking cold shadow of death' please spare me today...... I swear in the name of my mom that I would never ever enter your realm again......please....!!" He kept on murmuring the names of the gods (only a few he knew.....! Honestly folks, do you all guys just want a little boy to be a master of theosophy?) and sprinted until he fell in snow and fainted in exhaustion.....

........"Son, feeling alright now?" Marpa Lòtsàwa asked in a manner so polite that the demon himself would start respecting him....."I-I am.....where am I anyways? this is not the Khyùnpò village...." Mila was perplexed to see himself in a partly dark- partly lit prayer hall with a big window exactly by the side of the mignificently crafted idol of the Amida Buddha in avaya mudra....."And how did you perceive, my son, that you are not in your dear village?" the sage asked in the same soft way with a keen smile on his face. Mila frowned...."Oh come on Gramps! that goes even without saying...... I can see the three peaks of the trident-mountain in twilight from the window there..... it's quite impossible from my village......." "You are quite smart...boy" Lòtsàwa kept his hand on Mila's head. "Hey.....just give me a sec..... don't tell me that I am in the step-valley of the 'one-who-must-not-be-named', huh?".....Mila hustled in a stupid way...."You calm down, my boy, yes, that is true.....right now you are at the Kagyu Monastery.....and by the grace of Dhamma, I am it's head abbot Marpa Lòtsàwa....... I think it is a great blessing of lord Buddha that I happened to be passing the bridge when I saw that you were lying cold in snow and I rescued you to this Monastery and now you are safe....." said the monk in a slow but steady pace. "But the demon....." Mila couldn't finish. "I know, son, you heard the cry of the one who is feared....rather hated by all ....the abominable one.....but the great lord has taken a thousand births.....and has spread the sacred knowledge that every entity of the cyclic universe has same important action to undertake.......never fear anything that doesn't cause any harm.....son....the creature just lives his own life and doesn't cause any harm to any one.......You take some rest here for a while....we shall go to your village tomorrow...... Buddha bless you."....the monk sat down to meditation. "Ma-Master please wait.....please accept me as your disciple.....Mila said in a firm way just out of nowhere...."Lòtsàwa opened his eyes for just once and stared at Mila with his iris so still as if the time has stopped....and then closed them again....."In a faint but clear tune he said "Why little boy, why do you want to choose such a path?" His voice seemed to Mila as if it is an echo coming from a far away valley.....so clear.....so vibrant.......can any sound be so sparkling??...." I don't know master..... I think I can learn more from you about life then a hundred births in that village..... I want to know master..... I want to know about Buddha.... I want to know can I be like him.....like you? can I attain such lightening power of wisdom .....can I unleash the truth of this world..... I want to know about the world master.....why the things of this beautiful world still strike fear in our hearts.....why are we so fragile......why the light of wisdom still so far...... I want to know master...... I want to know the order, the unknown, the unreached........" Mila was panting..... Indeed it was his first time to talk so much all at a time......"The Nìagma-pà way seeks total renouncement from all your previous bonds.....your family-friends-love all.....can you persue such a harsh trail....." Mila was exactly expecting such a condition...."Can't I even meet my family in a while.....?" "You can......but not very often...son" the monk answered. Milan took just half an instant and shook his head......"Yes master I can......." Marpa Lòtsàwa stood up and again kept his hand on Mila's head and said "Rise". Mila stood up and he went on..."Let Lord Amitava witness this......let the great Himalayas and the dawn witness this too...... I, Marpa Lòtsàwa, the eighteenth successor of Lord Niagma-pa, henceforth proclaim you as the nineteenth successor of Great Lord.......and accept you as my disciple. Let the eight eternal pillers of wisdom show you the path......let the lustrous hue of the five colours blinden your  conscience......... let your soul attain revelation from all the six paths of entity.......may you attain Nirvana.....Thus, from this moment onwards, you, Mila Thöpaga of the Eagle-clan of Khyùnpò, will be known by your new identity, as UJETSUN MILARÈ-PA....."
Mila had really no clue how he came to know so much about him.......
"Any last desire before the training?".....asked the master.
"Yeah, gramps, oops sorry master.....I am gonna get back to my village and kiss my mom for the last time....." Mila said in rather a chilled way.
"Then so be it....... Buddha bless you."