True or False: Mrigati-A confused city and the untold story of liberation

A city like this too!

True or False: Mrigati-The Untold Tale of a Confused City and Liberation shares the journey of two friends who want to escape from a confused city. 

This journey becomes important for them when one friend asked the other, who has been walking for many years. They know their destination, but not the path. What path are these two searching for? Be a part of their journey, read this story now.

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There is a wonderful city where people talk about morality. Morality is taught but no one follows it. No one at all. This city makes those people sad and troubled who believe in the things taught by it.

The interesting thing is- no one is real here, as soon as someone tries to be real, the situations change. Because here everything is dependent on time. The writer, his characters, and even ourselves. In this city, everyone is involved in looting someone. 

Today, in a forest in this city, on a new moon night at midnight. 

“Are you sure that this path leads to Mrigati?”

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The city dwellers are standing with their backs towards the deer.

'Mrigati' is the only element that every city dweller wants to get. Anyone, whether he is rich, poor, ascetic or a sinner. To get it means; one can cross this web of false, spread illusion. Freedom from here forever. Farewell to this double city forever. 

There is a problem in this, no one has seen this Mrigati, everyone has heard about it, but no one has experienced it. Because the one who has known it, could not describe it. 

Two friends Bhaskar and Purab had heard from their Guru that a person can achieve the element of Mrgit. With his efforts, with hard work! That day is there and today is the day. Both friends are engaged in the search for the same. 

 

A friend asked another who has been walking for many years. He knows his destination but not the route. 

“Friend, we have been walking like this for so many years, I don't understand whether we are on the right path or not?” His voice reflects the pain of many years, which has been caused by not finding the right path. 

His friend listens in silence. 

“Say something brother, do you know whether we are on the right path or not?” The voice had now become more disappointing than before. 

His companion looked at him, he was in a pitiable state.

"Look brother! I have also been searching for the destination along with you for many years. I too do not know the right path. Now keep going."

Hearing this, his friend becomes more sad. He has given up many great pleasures to get Mrigati. In these past years, he has lost everything - home, family, girlfriend, sleep at night.

“If you don’t know, then on what basis are we undertaking this journey, we must know something, some mark, footprints, pattern, blueprint, map, something!”

Do you know what our Guru Ji told us? Mrigti can only be known through hard work and penance.

"Yes, brother, I know, that is why I have been walking with this belief for many days. But now this path seems dark to me!" Mental and physical fatigue was at its peak.

Bhaskar, "Brother, are you not disappointed? You will definitely find a way" encouraging his friend.

"No brother, I can't devote any more time to this work. I have no more courage now."

Bhaskar: Brother, don't say such things. Maybe we are on the right track?

Purva is now getting angry at this attitude of her friend. Because they are hungry since morning and neither of them knows for how long they will have to remain hungry. Hunger fuelled their anger even more!

Purva angrily said, "Brother, how can we find something that we don't know about? Is there a destination without a path?"

Bhaskar calms his anger, "Brother, you are right. But think for yourself, if people know about our destination, then how is it possible that there is no way to reach it? There is no smoke without fire."

Regretting his heart, “Yes, it is possible that you are right. But ‘ not everything that glitters is gold’ , Mrigati may also be like this.”

Bhaskar “No, this cannot happen.”

"Look friend, if you want to agree, I cannot support you in this work any more. From now on you go your way and I will go mine!"

Bhaskar “Wait, friend, we have devoted a long time to this work now, you cannot leave it midway!”

Stubbornly, “I have made up my mind.”

After this he goes his way. A struggle ends between the two.

***

Purab goes with his son to the same city to meet his new yoga teacher. This coaching was new as Purab was not aware of any such institute. He had heard a lot about this institute that children of rich people come here to make their future bright.

Purva has brought his child here to connect with him a little. He himself had walked on the path of Mrigati. He was aware of this. He takes his child to the room of the yoga guru. He sits there for some time. The yoga guru was busy in his regular class. His colleague has asked him to wait.

Both father and son are stunned to see that room. That room was empty. There was no picture, no proper table or chair. Seeing this they start looking at each other's faces.

Purva was thinking what kind of teacher is this? No photo, no table-chair. But his name is quite popular in the city.

After some time, a healthy person with strong arms, bright face, sparkle in eyes, dark complexion, of good height comes there. The upper part of the body is naked, below he is wearing a white dhoti. Purva keeps looking at him for some time. His face seems somewhat familiar.

He comes and sits in front of him. But the yoga guru had recognized Purva. As soon as he sits on his chair, he orders Purva's son to go out.

“Son, you go out, I want to talk to your father.” The boy goes out. Purva is still in her

I was not able to recognize the person sitting in front of me.

"How are you Purva?" There was a heaviness and firmness in the voice.

He was still not able to recognize the person sitting in front of him.

“Maybe you have forgotten me, Purva?”

“Who are you? How do you know my name?” Purva asked curiously.

“Purab, do you remember Bhaskar, with whom you were friends in understanding 'Mrigati'.”

“Yes, I know Bhaskar, we both were on the path to find Mrigati together” in the same breath.  

Yes, so did you find the deer or not?  

"No, because I came back midway. By the way, how do you know all this?"  

Purva, I am Bhaskar!  

Bhaskar is very happy to see his old friend and says, “No, friend, you have completely changed!

I didn’t recognize you at all, you were from Sukhi Dundi?”  

Yes, you are right, Purab! I was like this earlier. But look at me now.  

“That's right, how did there happen so much change? Did you get the clay element?”  

To this his friend replies, "Yes, I have found Mridati. She is the reason for my change."  

This was unbelievable for Purva. Brother, did you find it? Could I have found it? In how many days did you find it? I want to know. Even though Purva had returned from that route, the desire for the deer was still present in his heart.

  

“Are you trying to know the route to Mrigati directly from me?”  

No brother, I just want to know your future path!  

“You can know this!”  

So tell me, friend! 

Look Purva, after being separated from you I stayed in many Dharamshalas, met people, went to pilgrimages, served people, washed utensils, contacted Gurus. But nothing worked. I kept wandering like that.

One day when I was passing through the forest, a lion came in front of me and started roaring. I was initially scared of his voice because there was a power in his voice that could destroy anyone, especially a cage made of bones.  

That day I was not afraid, I stood in front of him with full courage. His breathing was increasing the speed of my heartbeat. He was staring at me. I had no option, because I could not run away from there even if I wanted to.  

When I gathered all my courage and went near him, I found him injured. After this I treated his wounds.

When I healed his wounds, I found the deer from the fear that was inside me. That day I realized that the deer was inside me, it was just the fear that had hidden it inside me.  

***

Hearing all this his friend said to him, “Now you are not my friend, you have become my guru?”  

Bhaskar nods yes.  

“Guruvar, please make my son your student. So that he too can reach Mrigati.”  

Bhaskar readily accepts his request.

Purab is very happy because now his son will be taught yoga by such an experienced yoga guru. He asks Bhaskar a question, “Guruvar, can you explain to people about Mrigti? Will my son also have to search for Mrigti on his own?” 

 

Bhaskar, the answer to your first question is no and the answer to the second is yes.

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