Senthilnathan took a taxi to the desert area told by the old man at nine o'clock. The taxi driver said, “Be careful, the wind will blow too much at night. He warned and left. There were no people in that area. Some huts were visible in the distance. Is any of those huts owned by that Fakir? In the moonlight the desert looked surreal. Senthilnathan sat down. Very light breeze flowed. The stars in the sky were twinkling beautifully. The seated man forgot the time passed by. Suddenly the wind speed began to increase. He could not keep his eyes open as the desert sand came along in the air. The old man had already warned that the wind was too much so he took off the glasses he had brought as a precaution and put them on.
The wind began to blow incessantly. His glass flew with the wind. The wind not only blew on him with sand but also started pushing him. He closed his eyes. Tried to sit firmly. The surroundings changed completely when he opened his eyes when the wind speed was somewhat lower. Previously the uphill places were now hollow and the depressed places were uphill. The place where he was sitting was hollow. As the wind picked up speed again a man was seen standing in the middle of the air zone in the distance looking at him. Is that Fakir he was looking for?
He could not keep his eyes open at the speed of the sand. Again he closed his eyes. He opened his eyes when the wind subsided. The man standing in the distance was now standing nearby. The man was wearing old dyed clothes. Age could not be determined today. Age can range from middle to old age.
The man spoke in Urdu mixed with Hindi. The voice was hoarse. "It's been seven years since your mother died. What is wrong with her now? ”
Senthilnathan was stunned. In fact it has been seven years since his mother died. This guy has to be that Fakir.
He replied in Hindi. “I had to see you. No one seems to be helping it. Someone came in who knew you. I am not at the liberty to tell the truth. That's why I told a fact that came to my mind”
There was no sign of a wind just before. Now it was breezing. Fakir sat next to him. His whole body and cloth were soiled by the wind. That was the proof that a wind had just blown along the sand.
Fakir said, “You can never trust the desert. It will change every moment. One time it will be beautiful, the next moment it will be dangerous, ”
Senthilnathan nodded.
Fakir asked. "Why did you come to see me?"
Senthilnathan wondered if the reason he had come to see him when he found out it was seven years since his mother had died, asked his question in spite of his reservation. "I have come to ask you about a powerful old student who was your disciple"
Senthilnathan asked on assumption based on what Sadanandagiri Swamiji said, thinking that the enemy must have been learned from this man. He thought that Fakir might pretend not to know and ask who was what. Fakir unexpectedly asked, "Why should I tell you anything?"
When asked suddenly, Senthilnathan did not know how to respond. No way to ask as a cop. He does not seem to be tempted by money. If he valued the money, it would have shown in this person's attire and body language. When he thought about it, he remembered the reason why Sadanandagiri Swamiji refused to teach the enemy.
“You have taught all the secret arts to someone who is not qualified. It looks like after learning it and he is doing all sorts of unwanted things against the society. Don't you have a responsibility to do so, even if it is not legal? So what's the point of not even telling the inquirer the details? Wouldn't that be like collaborating on that mistake? ” Senthilnathan asked.
Fakir smiled cheerfully. “You are saying what Sadanandagiri said. You are smart. Think like this. I am a knife dealer. Suppose someone took a knife from me and stabbed another to death. How can I be responsible for that? The knife is not something that should not be sold. How many people buy my knives and go and chop and cook vegetables while others go hungry. So can I have a share in the fullness of the belly? ”
Senthilnathan said immediately. “The knife seller may not know if the buyer wants to kill or chop vegetables. But for a powerful person like you, the purpose of coming to study is not likely to go unnoticed. ”
Then Fakir said softly. “Only Allah knows what a man has in his heart and what he is going to do with it. Only the past catches our eye. The future is not in our minds. ”
Senthilnathan was silent as he thought of those words. Fakir began to say softly. “When he came to study with me I did not immediately accept him. Like you, he came here looking for me. The day he arrived I did not even shown myself before him. He waited for me for three days in this desert. If he decides he wants something, he will not give up until he gets it. He will not budge. His desire will not change. I have never seen someone like him in my life. So much reassurance. So much patience. So much perseverance. Something did not come to mind to deny the one who had been waiting in this desert for three days. Student with this level of determination and interest is not easily available to a teacher. So I accepted him. "
"I have never seen anyone with his brains. He is smart. He understood the concept the first time itself. Will not rest until he has mastered the concept. I also learned some things from him. He slept not more than three hours a day. When he was awake he was practicing everything he was told. He does not have any distraction. It would seem that his mind was not allowed to distract. With that level of control and perseverance, he learned with a knowledge I had never seen before. He learned in three years what I learned in fifteen years. ”
There was still awe in Fakir's voice as he spoke. Senthilnathan was also infected with that awe. He wondered if anyone was like this.
"What did you teach him?" Senthilnathan asked.