The Bastards
An Ensnared Soul Set to Liberate a Tormented Soul
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‘The funeral pyre is the deathbed of ego. It can teach you the subliminal lessons that millions of books have failed to deliver. It will remove the velvety veil from the naked truth – the truth that the nature of existence of all sentient beings is transitory. It will crudely exhibit you the emptiness of all things. It will instill into you a sense of non-ownership, the vanity of life, and will enable you to let go of things which now you hold steadfastly, the mystic said.
‘Why do I need to learn these things, the boy asked?
‘You have no choice. It is your karmic destiny, he said. ‘Some of your negative energy must be burnt, the mystic said.
‘What is that, the boy asked?
‘Your psychic centers and their energies are quite pure. There is a knot of arrogance about the size of mustard seed. It should be plucked out, the mystic said.
‘What shall I achieve doing these things, the boy inquired?
‘You will rise above all sorts of physical, delusive and psychological attachments. You will live like a child live. You will have no worry, apprehensions, desires and expectations. The world is full of natural happiness. You are free to enjoy the way you want. Dance, sing, and enjoy it! Enjoy the pleasure of your senses. You are not going to be attached to them. You will draw water, but you won’t get wet!, the mystic said.
‘What is wrong with the way I am now, the boy said.
‘It is in non-conformity with your karmic destiny and the responsibility you are shouldered with, he said.
‘What is my responsibility, the boy asked?
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Kambala, the Irish bastard, sees hell behind the glittering façade of Thamel. He would set the whole world on fire to see a flicker of smile across his mother’s face. His heart is loaded. It pumps blood but allows no feelings to take place in it. It doesn’t bleed. The channel of communication between his heart and mind is broken. His heart is dumb and deaf. His mind and heart lives apart.
Kambala doesn’t allow his mind to go anywhere near his heart. He treats his heart sacrosanct because it is laden with the command of his master.
Has he been able to rescue his mother from the ocean of torment? He has no means to know it. The thunderclap and the flash of lightening strike the mystic’s command off his heart. His heart bereft of command lapses into torment. Kambala looks back on the bloody path he trod. He finds himself on the dead end. He is lost in a maze. His deceased mother shows him a way.
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Prakash Dahal was born in