This is new story -
This is a true story of
an alcoholic who learned just in time what happens to an alcoholic
after death and could save himself from the troubles of those
horrible experiences. After death his Lingdeha would suffer untold
miseries, just go through it. Narayan Dutt prasad Tiwari known to his
friends as Naroo Tiwari and shall be mentioned in this story by this
nick name only.
Narayan Duttprasad Tiwari
was a son of a Brahmin. His father was a practicing priest. But Naroo
was different. He never liked the life style of the Brahmins at all.
He liked to indulge in all the so called bad habits and that included
drinking, gambling and of course, womanizing. Naroo was working in a
government office somewhere in the district of Jabalpur. His position
in the office was such that he could make some extra money whenever
opportunity came. Naroo was not interested in using his special
position to extract any extra money from the concerned people. It was
such a situation that Naroo would get the extra money by willing
people. Who were always some business men. These business men were
also occasionally taking Naroo for parties of drinks and that was how
Naroo got into the habit of drinking. In these parties these
businessmen would also bring some women for special entertainment of
Naroo so that their purpose is fulfilled. Naroo enjoyed all these
treats and in the process got involved in the habit of drinking and
womanizing. Naroo saw that these women were not actually bad
characters but they were forced into this flesh trade by the
circumstances. This made Naroo very unhappy. Naroo was a kindhearted
person and so would always give away the extra money he would get to
these women and try to help them. This made Naroo very popular
amongst that class of women and they were very happy to treat Naroo
whenever they got the opportunity. Even though Naroo was indulging in
all these things he was not a bad man. Actually he was a man with
good heart. Always trying to help needy people. Particularly people
from lower class. Occasionally Naroo would play gamble but gambling
did not fit in his nature well. Instead of gambling he would prefer
to indulge with young girls of lower class showering them with the
extra money he would earn from these businessmen.
Naroo was a happily
married man. In spite of all the womanizing he indulged in, his
married life was satisfactory. This was mainly because Naroo did
never went to these women of himself but only when those businessmen
would request for the treat. Overall we can summarize that Naroo was
a very ordinary person with all the good and bad of an ordinary
person. His life continued comfortably and with that his habit of
drinking was increasing slowly. He was almost addicted to it so much
so that he one day brought a bottle of liquor in the house.
It was an auspicious day
and his father Dattprasada shastry was about to perform some ritual
for some body and that was to be held in their house. All the people
had gathered and they were in a very pious mood. Almost all
preparations were complete and holy fire was about to be ignited. And
exactly at that very moment Naroo entered the house with a bottle of
liquor in hand and also completely drunk. That was the very first
time that Naroo had done such a blunder. No body in the family knew
of his habit until then. As he entered the door stumbling on the door
his wife came forward and with surprise on her face kept watching him
for a moment. She was shocked to see that condition of her husband.
First she thought something is wrong about Naroo’s health but as he
further entered into the house a stinking whiff of bootlegger’s
liquor made every body stand up on their feet and keep watching the
son of the most revered priest of the town. They started staring at
each other but no body dared say anything. Wife hurriedly approached
Naroo holding his left hand firmly started supporting him. Every body
in that room moved aside to allow the couple to go inside the
apartment. There was silence for a while. Dattprasad shastry sitting
near the holy fire completely dazed with this experience looked down
quietly. The room was filled with the whiff of the liquor. People
gathered there held their noses until the pong was over. Dattprasad
looked to the holy fireplace completely disgusted and unnerved. He
appeared very much disgruntled and ashamed about the incidence. After
a while the host for the ritual requested Shastryji to initiate the
performance of the ritual. Dattprasad without a word from his mouth
nodded and everybody in the room was ready for the performance. The
ritual had started and a first few sutras were sung. The fire was lit
and as usual the smoke of the holy fire, which the believers believe
carries away evil, bursting out of the fire. Room was almost filled
with the holy smoke supposed to smoke out the evil. The performance
was in full and at that moment Naroo came out of his room and started
shouting to the whole crowd asking them to immediately get out of the
house and stop the ritual. He shouted, “You fools get out of this
place. This fire cannot do anything as you people believe. This is
all nonsense.” Initially they did not heed his comments. Naroo
under the influence of liquor repeatedly would come out and keep
shouting at the gathered people. His wife would pull him inside his
room and this continued for some time. The performance of the ritual
was almost complete. The ritual was in its last rites and finally the
occasion was completed. One man from the host for the ritual
approached Shastry and requested to know, “Shastryji will the
shouting of Naroo have any adverse effect on the performance?”
“No, you do not worry.
Naroo was not meaning to be what he did. He was under the influence
of some unholy spirit and so his comments shall have no effect on the
performance.” Said Shastryji.
Everybody left the house
of Shastryji. Dattprasad dismayed with what had happened was
pondering about what made his otherwise nice son do such an act and
that is too when the important ritual was going to be performed. He
knew the opinions of his son about such rituals and so he was not at
all surprised that he said all that he said. What troubled him was
that, if such things can happen again, it may affect the very
practice of the priesthood.
Dattprasad called Naroo’s wife and asked her, what is he doing now?
She came out and whispered to him, “He is now sleeping.”
Next day Naroo was all
right. But he did remember the foolish thing he did yesterday. When
everybody was sitting for the breakfast he opened the topic and
profusely asked for pardons to his father. He told them that he was
under the influence of the drink. His father did not say much about
it. But Naroo being a good man at heart was feeling very sorry about
what had happened. He also asked for apology from his wife but wife
was not to be so patient as the father. She told him, “I am not
going to tolerate all these things anymore. This is the house of
Brahmin and you must maintain discipline of the house whether you
believe in it or not.” She remonstrated. Folded hands Naroo, who
loved and more than that respected his wife so much, sat quietly
promising her that this shall never happen again.
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