Chotu was standing at the gate. He was shocked seeing so many people mostly ladies entering the temple premises. Everyone was carrying a packet or a tumbler of milk. He could savour the taste of milk just from its smell. He remembered the last time when he had tasted milk. It was when his mother, got an extra work at the building where she worked as a maid. Whenever Reema got an extra cleaning to do, for a day, she would get a packet of milk for her 4 year old Chotu. Life was tough for them, but Chotu never understood what tough actually meant. He was happy playing around the temple area. But, never dared to enter it. His mother had given him strict instructions about not to enter the temple, or else Purohit ji would get very angry.
Chotu, had often seen Purohit ji, coming on a scooter. He had a fat belly which would shake, as he walked in and out of the temple carrying a goodie bag loaded with fruits and laddus. Laddu, made his mouth water, but, he didn’t mind not having it, as long as he could see the tumbling belly of Purohit ji. He would eagerly wait outside the temple gate just to have, his share of fun.
But, today was different. There was milk in everyone’s hand. And he couldn’t resist his love for milk. So, he mustered courage and entered the temple. Lost among the crowd comprising of people of all age group, he somehow managed to see the deity. Oh! That was Shiv ji. He had a picture of him, at home. Everyone was pouring milk on him, but sadly he was not interested in drinking it at all. He could see, all the milk flowing drown the drain. He was a bit sad, but still he went ahead, with glistening eyes to meet his Shiv ji. What amazed him about Shiv ji was that, he was the god with three eyes. Others only had two eyes. And his Maa had told him, that the day Shiv ji opened his third eye, all their problems will be solved. He would get milk daily, as Shiv ji was very kind.
With eyes full of hope, he sneaked through the crowd, but his bad luck once again betrayed him. Purohit ji, caught him entering the Shiv temple. Chotu was shaking (almost, as much as Purohit ji’s belly), as the preacher of religion, started shouting at him.
“How dare you enter? This is a temple, not a place for beggars. If you want to beg, then beg outside. Do you know, you have made Shiv ji angry by entering the premises of this temple. Ab to unki teesri aankh khul jayegi aur pralay(devastation) aa jayega. Bhag yaha se!!”
Chotu wanted to tell him that he was not a beggar. His mother had told him that he should work hard to become a successfull person and never beg. But, instead he shouted, Thank you Purohit ji. And pushed his way out of the remple. He was elated, relieved. If he would have known, that his entering the temple would have made Shiv ji open his third eye, he would have done that long ago. He jumped with joy and waited outside the temple to see the third eye open.
He thought of praying, but got scared. What if Purohit ji came to know that he was praying and again screw his ears? No, he couldn’t risk his ears once again. But, his heart said something, which actually made Shiv ji, open his eyes back in heaven.
At heaven, the much dreaded third eye opened. The other gods started shaking with fear. But, instead, Shiv ji smiled. He could hear a little voice asking him to send Pralay chacha as soon as possible. And tell Pralay chacha, to give him just a packet of milk. Shiv ji, couldn’t resist laughing out loud. When the whole world, even gods dreaded the opening of his third eye, A four year old boy had the courage to ask him to open it and bring Pralay. He couldn’t resist the urge to visit his only fan, who wanted Pralay so badly. So he entered the temple. He saw Chotu, standing eagerly at the crowded gate, waiting to see his third eye open. And then all of a sudden, something happened. The crowd cleared a bit, and Chotu could see the deity of Shiv ji.
Shiv ji, opened his third eye and winked at Chotu. Chotu jumped with joy, when suddenly, he felt a strong grip pulling him from behind. With bewildered eyes, he looked behind. A young man was standing in front of him. He handed him, a packet of milk. Chotu’s bright eyes twinkled at the site of the milk. The man, gestured him to finish the milk. He tore the packet with his little teeth and drank the whole packet. The buttery taste of milk passing down his thirsty throat, made his soul dance. The man was about to leave, when Chotu pulled his hands and asked.
“Aap Pralay ho na? Purohit ji ne kaha, ki mere mandir me ghusne se, Shiv ji gussa ho jayenge, aur Pralay aa jayega. Maa ne bhi bola tha ki agar Shiv ji ne teesri aankh khol di to hamara sara dukh dard khatm ho jayega. Aur mujhe roj doodh milega. Aap Pralay chacha ho na?” ( Are you Pralay? The pandit at the temple is not allowing me to enter. He is telling that if I enter Pralay will come. Even my mother said so that Lord Shiva will open his third eye, the day you will come. Are you Pralay??)
The man smiled and said, “Haan, main huun tumhara Pralay Chacha. Tum roj subah mandir k samne mujhse milna. Mai roj tumhare liye ek packet doodh laoonga.” Chotu jumped with joy. His Shiv ji, had sent him his very own Pralay chacha.
It was late in the evening, normally Chotu would have left by this time for his home. His home was a 2 mintute walk from the temple. But, today he waited. He saw the fat bellied purohit, returning to his scooter with a bag full of goodies. Chotu, went to him and told.
“Purohit ji. Thank you so much. You were very correct, today I saw Shiv ji open his third eye. And Pralay chacha also came. He will come again tomorrow, to give me milk.”
Purohit, shrugged him away, saying “Pagal baccha.”
Little did he know, that the pagal baccha had actually witnessed a miracle, which he was incapable of, forever.
P.S. Be the Pralay in some Chotu’s life. Don’t shower god with milk, money and eatables. Give them to the needy. God doesn’t ask for the worldly things, it’s the human who does. He will be happy with a little flower. I don’t support begging, but I do support donations made to the NGO’s, Old age homes, Orphanages, the house helps. Mostly, help the small kids, come out of the slums, educate them, give them a life, gift them their very own childhood. It’s more rewarding and satisfying then loading god with gold and diamonds.