Aastha’s food chart is quite long. Earlier it used to sacrifice only animals, now man is also in its hit list. There are hunters and traders of faith in every religion. Their uniform may be different, but the business is the same. To shave the public with the razor of faith!
May Allah not lie.. nowadays fear is more of faith than dragon. Do you know when to swallow? Faith and python have amazing similarities. Both of them hunt by clinging to the living creature. The victim of both dies by mole-mole. The difference is very minor. The poor dragon is mortal. Faith is immortal!
The python hunts by hiding, while Aastha hunts openly by gathering. There is a limit to the hunting of pythons (after swallowing a prey, it does not come close to hunting for months!). The victim of faith never fills the stomach. He keeps calling the victim all the time- “Khula hai my cage aa mori maina…”
Blind faith is more deadly than Corona. No medicine suits a creature infected with blind faith. Lungs do not breathe properly even in plenty of oxygen! The address of the savior of the patients suffering from faith is found in the public toilet. For success in upper air, occult diseases, black magic, white magic, unsuccessful love and unrequited love, Kali Bhakt should meet Bengali Baba Sufi Corona Shah… (Chichhore Aashiq reads out immediately to get the amulet) Here logic, wisdom and eyes enter. is prohibited. So take them out along with the shoes. One has to close the eyes to see the faith.
Aastha’s food chart is quite long. Earlier it used to sacrifice only animals, now man is also in its hit list. There are hunters and traders of faith in every religion. Their uniform may be different, but the business is the same. To shave the public with the razor of faith! Whether it is Ajmer or Ayodhya, it doesn’t matter! The religion for the public, the business for them! Public takes faith, brings sigh. A hunter armed with faith, freed from the feeling of sin and virtue, scratches the victim. Since he is the authorized representative of God/Allah on earth. Therefore, he has no fear of hell and doom. The concern of heaven and hell is the matter of the public.
Many years ago, Khwaja went to Ajmer for the life of Moinuddin Chishti. When he went, he was full of luck. When I returned, it seemed that someone had taken out my kidney! Going there realized that one gang of pickpockets is active outside the dargah, another inside the dargah. Outsiders secretly cut their pockets. The inner villages openly do kar seva with pillows. You can avoid the outside, not the inside! Just as a peacock recognizes the monsoon-laden clouds and starts dancing, in the same way, the devotees who bring ‘monsoon’ in their pockets are greeted by the devotees. Before the mundan, the reception begins like this- “Aai Hazrat, what is your name?”
“Sayyid Muhammad Jameel.”
“Masha Allah! Sayyid you are! Sayyed sahib tell me your address. (You write the address happily) Now the razor started on Aastha, “Kitna nazana de rahe hai? Take it out.”
You slip off the Eiffel Tower and fall into the Bay of Bengal.
“How to look I did not understand… “
“It is not right to stand in the court of such a big old deen and laugh, take it out!” This time his tone was domineering.
“Why does the old man need money?”
Now Khadim’s question has risen, “Have you come on foot from Delhi? You too have come here to ask for something! If you want to get something, then loose your pocket. Give and take.”
I thought the debate was useless. If you argue too much, then you will not even allow to live inside. Caught a hundred rupee note silently. Taking note, he looked at me as if he was saying – such a small position! Now take care, here we are Sikandar. (I remembered Dilip Kumar’s film Sangharsh on the pandas of Banaras).
Only the men of Khadim are sitting at the shops of sheets, flowers and sheerini sold for the pilgrims at the shops outside. After roaming from the tomb, these sheets come to be sold again. Aastha’s crusher is running without ox. The juice of devotees is being extracted and sold by putting the nameplate of Khwaja Saheb. Whether the wishes of the people who go or not may be fulfilled, but even Corona could not stop the target of the finger of faith. Give all the faith kept in your pocket.
There is a true history of the existence of Khwaja Moinuddin Chishti of Ajmer, but the retail businessmen of faith have given the life of thousands of imaginary Sufis, Khwajas or Shaheed Babas in remote villages. Here the GDP of the house burns in the frankincense of faith. On investigating each such shrine, almost the same story is told.
“Once upon a time, Sukai Chacha of the village had an upset stomach in the night, so he took the lota and went to the bushes there. It was two o’clock in the night. Just as he was sitting with his dhoti untied, an elderly man with a sword in a white cloth came out of the bushes sitting on a black horse and said sternly, “The stomach is emptying near my tomb. Build my tomb here, otherwise there will be destruction in the village. Since then, no one’s stomach got upset in Sukai’s house by the grace of the horse-man. Urs is held twice a year.
There are many such martyr babas in the villages, whose identity is not known, but the legends are infinite. Many Columbuses of faith even find Shaheed Baba under the divider between government land, disputed plots, railway platforms and highways. The Hindu version of these divine martyrs and Sufi babas found in the villages are infinite. Wrestler Veer Baba is available at Peepal places, which is visible to lucky devotees only at night (Shaheed Baba and Pehalwan Baba may not come out during the day due to social distancing).
Fear is the oxygen of faith. Where does faith give milk without fear? If the fear continues, then the savior will not lose weight. The great men engaged in collecting the treasure of faith know that the creature roams more in search of the divine and the supernatural. The ride of Jinn, Khabis, Witch, Phantom, Shaheed Baba, Vampire or Wrestler Baba never falls on an educated person even by mistake. These great personalities always choose only the poor and illiterate.
There is a story from our childhood. On the occasion of Urs, the ride of Shaheed Baba came on an illiterate and non-namazi man. That pretentious man immediately became respectable and revered. All the illiterate and educated men and women started telling him their respective domestic problems. Now God had left the field and the whole charge was handled by the representative of Shaheed Baba. Then the village head asked softly, “Shaheed Baba, what is your name?”
Shaheed Baba was not at all prepared for this sudden question, but silence for a long time could prove to be a lemon in the milk of faith. He hurriedly replied, “My name is Anjanate (nothing known). Since then till today that mazar is known as the tomb of the unknown martyr. Since last year, a young man has taken charge due to unemployment on that mazar, neglected for a long time. Let’s see on which Jumeirat the Shaheed Baba along with the horse comes out of the bushes!
– Sultan Bharti
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