On Sunday after a week Ashok had taken Amit to the psychiatrist and the detective he called Amit. “How are you?” “Fine and have really made friends with the doctor and the detective. I have also persuaded Narendra to sit with me during the sessions with the doctor. Both were furious with the idea but I managed to make them see my point.” “Yes I know you can make any one see your point even though there may be none. By the way you sound you are making progress.” “I am not making any progress and neither do the doctor or the detective. I just loose money every day to them” “I do not think money is a problem for you. Is it?” “No it is not a problem but it does not mean that I waste it” “My opinion in this regard is different from yours.” “Now tell me what do you want?” asked Amit. “Why would I want something from you” said Ashok. “Otherwise you would not have called me on Sunday. I know you are very busy on Saturday and Sunday.” “Yes I want you to do something but not for me” “Yes then for whom?” “Somebody wants to meet you” “Who” “well…” “Have you fixed date for me?” “I need not do that for you. It is always you who had been fixing me” “So who is the one who wants to meet me” “Mama ji” There was a long silence at both the ends. “Look he really wishes you well and desperately wants to meet you.” “Ashok you know how I feel about him and even then you want me to meet him?” “Yes because he was the only person who was sure that you will return and now he says he can help you solve your problem” “Really”” “Yes. When everyone of us had lost faith and given up every hope of seeing you again he always said that nothing will happen to you and one day you will come back to us.” “But you know I do not like him” “It is not about liking him man! He wants to help you even though he knows about your feeling towards him. That is why I am calling to tell that he would be there in say next five minutes and you be ready for him” “What 5 minutes? How can you do this to me?” “Bye” “Wait wait…” Ashok had hung up. Mukesh Gautam that is their mama ji was a distant relative from their mother’s side. And as she did not had any brother he used to come on every rakhi where he may in the world. He was a hard core right wing politician who worked his magic behind the scene. He had all kinds of people working for him and had backing of most of the right wing politicians. There was a rumor that it was the politicians required his backing more than he required their’s. He had shown it to few small time politicians that this may be the case when they tried to turn on him. But Amit hated him because of his right wing inclinations. He had always something or the other to say for people belonging to other groups, castes and religion. And as Amit has seen by his own experience it is all in the mind of people and there is no difference among them other than the way they pray. The door bell rang and Amit had to answer it reluctantly. He opened the door and he saw mama ji standing there with a box of sweets in his hands. Handing the box to Amit he said “I had it made specifically for you. It is you favorite.” He kept the box o the dinning table when mama ji insisted “Open it my boy take a look I had it made for you”. He reluctantly opened the box and smiled when he saw the contents. The man he hated not only remembered his favorite sweet but had it made for him. “You like it son?” “Yes” said Amit smilingly “Now bring me a glass of water and then we can sit and talk”. Amit brought him water and some snacks. He sat in front of him and look ed at him quizzingly. “What?” “Nothing, just curious to know you are interested in solving my problem.” “Why should I not be? You are the son of my sister” “But I have not been any way nice to you. Actually I have hated you.” “Yes I know it my son. It is because of the brand of politics I do. And I do not want you to get involved in this. All I want is to help you and I think you need my help.” “How can you help me?” “By making you remember where had you been and making you understand the consequences of it. My son you have gotten yourself in the midst of a long battle between good and evil and now I think you do not have any choice but to become a part of it. You may survive the ordeal or you may be lost to it but in either case you do not have any choice. And I really do not know why this is happening to you and if I had the power to stop it I would have done it but even by giving my own life I would not be able to stop it so son would have to be very careful from now on and do what you have to do.” “What are you talking about mama ji” asked a curious mama ji. He had doubt that he was not in control of his faculties and lost his mind. “Do you know why you don’t remember anything of those days?” trying to be calm and explain him with care. He knew the thing he wanted to tell Amit would come as surprise to him and that he was also not much aware of the working of the people involved even though he was certain that they were very powerful group. Actually the most powerful group ever existed. And he also knew he could not fathom how Amit got messed up in their business. “I do not remember because…” How can one know how one does not remember something thought Amit “I don’t remember.” “You mean to say you do know or you don’t remember?” “I don’t know should be the correct answer I guess” replied Amit amusingly. “Well you cannot remember anything which they do not want you to remember.” Said mama ji. “Who are they mama ji” He was now beginning to like this scenario. It was like getting in some sort of mystery thing. “They are The mystery.” Said mama ji, half shocking Amit to think that mama ji was reading his mind. “Which is?” Amit was beginning to get curious. “The mystery – it is something which is not known” said he with a sad voice. “Then how come you know about it?” said bemused Amit. “I do not know anything about it. I am not that intelligent or lucky to know anything about it. All I have known is that there is a group who is as mysterious as mystery itself and the people of that group are responsible for your loss of memory” “How do you know” “Before I tell you anything else I would like to make sure that what ever I say to you and what ever you learn would remain only with you. You would not discuss it even with Ashok or your psychiatrist friend.” This was getting interesting thought Amit. Mama ji was looking as serious as ever and there was no mischief in his face. Amit could feel the sincerity in his face. “I think I can keep a secret or two.” Said Amit smiling. “My boy what I am about to tell you is not just some secret. It is The Secret. Till now I was very few of the people alive who knew the existence of it who are outsiders and seeing you in danger I think you should know it. And to be honest with you I also don’t know much about the people involved leave alone the secret. Even for me it is secret.” Said mama ji with a scared face. What is he talking about? Is this work of some secret society like I read in novels and other books of non fiction? But these are basically religious groups with some hidden agenda to convert every one in the world to their religion or to rule the world. And if mama ji knows something than he should be in the opposite camp as he is a hard core Hindu who would have nothing to do anything remotely linked with any other religious groups. Such were the thoughts running in the mind of Amit. He was looking scared as well as curious with mama ji getting worked up with some powerful people. “Tell me have you seen this anywhere or do you recall seeing this?” mama ji put the paper he took out from his pocket in his hand. Amit unfolded the paper and saw a strange design in it. “What is it?” “Think hard and tell if you can recall seeing this anywhere?” “I don’t think so” handing back the paper to mama ji. “Keep the paper with you son. Think over it. May be it will occur to where you saw it then we can wok things out.” “Mama ji you do not understand. Even if I had seen this design I do not remember.” “Do you know what it is son?” “No I have not the slightest idea” “It is the symbol of power. Any one with this symbol has to be regarded with utmost respect.” “Why? What is it?” asked Amit getting curious. “Don’t you recognize it?” “It looks familiar of sorts” “Yes it is very familiar. It is the design of the conch” “The conch? But what has it to do with power” “I am not very sure but it is used as the design of the most powerful group ever existed.” “I never thought that you were a person who thought secret societies are real mama ji” said Amit with t
winkle in his eyes. “Son this is not a matter to be joked around. These people exist and they are very serious in keeping their secret secret.” “And you know this as you are also in that secret society and know they want me join them?” asked Amit half amused
“No son as I have already told I am not that much intelligent or lucky enough to be made a part of that group even though I would love to be in the group but I know someone who is very much a part of it. And through I came to know when you had that accident and also that you were safe. But since you returned that person has been missing, either gone into hiding or dead by now. And I am very much afraid that you may be in grave danger” So that is how he was so sure that I would return thought Amit. But what sort of danger can he be in? The thought was exciting even though dangerous. “What should I do now mama ji?” asked Amit as he was interested to know more. His intellectual appetite has suddenly been awakened by the tale told by mama ji. He was curious about the group even though he half expected to some sort of scam. He went to the kitchen and brought some things to eat and drink so that they can continue their talk without feeling hungry. They started munching the snacks brought by Amit. For sometime no one spoke. Both of them having their private thoughts and concentrating more on the food than anything particular. Then mama ji spoke. “I accidentally came to know about their existence many years ago.” “They did not harm you?” asked Amit. “They never harm anybody” “Then why am I in danger?” “Because you have done something which you were not supposed to do when you were with them” “And what is that?” “I do not know for sure but something which led them to become your enemy” Do you really think that it is what that happened?” “I can not be sure of anything son right now but I think it should be prudent on our part to play safe.” “Tell me how you came to know about these people and what exactly are they?” “I think you know I did my PhD in Sanskrit?” “Yes after doing one in physics” “Yes after doing one in physics.” There was a hint of sadness in his voice. “During my research work I went to different places and met different people. It was during such visits I went to a very small village in Himachal Pradesh. It was said that a very old manuscript was in possession of a man living that village for many years. I thought that the manuscript would have been in the family for generations and no one would had bothered to do something about it. You must know better than me about the intellectual scenario of our country.” “Yes I now as I am also the part of money making generation who has passed out of engineering institute to do a course in management and work for multi nationals” “Don’t feel guilty about it. One has to earn his living and there is nothing wrong in it.” “You are saying this mama ji? And I thought you are one of those nationalist who abhor every thing which is even remotely foreign.” “I said it is not wrong in the current scenario. If the circumstances would had been better then people like you would have stayed in your chosen field of work and have done some thing useful. But I think anyone sane enough should never take science in this country” “Mama ji you are looking like a case of grapes getting sour” “Do I?” “Yes very much.” “Do you think it was due to sour grapes I left teaching and science and joined politics?” “Every body does” “No my son it was not the case of sour grapes. The system made me do what I have done overtly. When I was not able to get the job I was qualified for then there was not other way to support my family. And I never wanted to leave the country to work for others.” “Yeah but it is one and the same thing” “Is it? Now can you tell me how much money has been spent on functioning of any thing related to science and technology since we gained independence?” “I think it would be in billions” “Yes and how many of our so called great scientist have gone on to win Noble prize?” “There are two or three of them” “I am afraid to say that none. The three of them who won it did it by working in foreign institutes and with foreign funds. We stopped producing home grown Nobel laureates after independence” “But I think you were against anything foreign?” “Who told you? I am against us following anything blindly may it be foreign or local” “Take the case of Hargovind Khurana. We feel pride when we talk about him but no one looks in to the matter closely.” “Which is?” “Which is why he had to go and work in United States? Why was he rejected in Panjab University if he was so much qualified? And no one ever bothered look into the workings of the eminent scholar who was selected in his place. Who was he? What did he contribute to our country which Khurana would have not been able to do? If these questions would have been answered the year he was nominated for Nobel Prize our science would have grown to be actual world class.” “Leave it we would never come to any conclusion even if we debated on this our whole life because people in our country do not bother and it is not just us. It has been for centuries. Our ancestors were responsible for what we are suffering. Their apathy has become part of our genes. And we work according to it.” “You were telling me about that manuscript” said Amit after some pause and seeing mama ji not willing to say more. “Yes the manuscript. I feared that it must be the case of apathy for the family members that the manuscript was not able to see the light of the day. And I was wrong.” “Meaning?” “There was no family. It was just that man. A man no one remembered for how long he had been in the village. The oldest person I met before meeting him was nearing hundred years and he told me that his great grand father has seen him. They all regarded him as saint and did not tell any outsider about him.” “Then how were you able to get to know about him?” “I had my ways of knowing” smiled mama ji mischievously after long time “I had good references and also I made friends first and then asked questions. I was told by the old man that I would be surprised by the looks of the man I sought and also that he is a recluse.” After a brief moment of insight he continued “I was told by the villagers that he lived the house which was situated at the far end of the village up the hill. I climbed for half an hour to reach the house which I found to be well kept even in such wilderness. It was a big house made of mud and looked beautiful. I looked around to find someone but was not able to do so. Then I stated to knock the door when I heard a voice which said to come in. In there I found a man around fifty sitting on a wooden chair reading something. He looked up and smiled at me. I just felt all my fatigue vanishing just by seeing him smile. I touched his feet and sat in front of him. He asked me who I am and what I wanted from him. I told him I was searching a manuscript for my research and was told that I would find it with the owner of this house. Now I seek him for that manuscript. He told me he was the owner of this house. I thought he was joking on which he said that he was not at all joking. Then I came to realize he was reading my mind. Then it suddenly came to me that the old man had told me getting surprised on seeing this man. I asked him about his age to which he replied that he do not remember as he had stopped counting many years back. He said that he had the manuscript I sought but it would be of no help to me. I wonder why is it so on which he just smiled and said that he would not show it to me and even if I saw it I would never put it in my research.” “Was this the same man who told you me being kidnapped by that secret group?” “Yes he was the same person, but you were not kidnapped by them” “For me it is one and the same. So what happened when he told you that he would not show the manuscript?” “I was sad when he said no on my face. I tried to persuade him but he was reluctant to talk any thing about that manuscript. Then we talked about other things and all of sudden he said that I should leave at once. I told him even though it is getting late I will get the last bus to Shimla in the evening on which he stood up and went in the house and locked the room. I waited for him to come out and when he did not I just said I am going and came out. Back in the village I met the old man who had shown me the way to the house and thanked him. He was surprised to know that the owner of the house had actually met me but had laughed when I told him that he threw me out of the house. When I reached Varanasi I was shocked to read the news paper.” Mama ji stopped talking and stared long at nothing. He was obviously thinking
about the long gone days. “Why were you shocked?” “Hmm? Where was I? Yeah as I read the news paper I was shocked because of the news that a bus coming to Shimla had an accident and all the passenger had died. It was the same bus which I would have taken if I had not started for that house when I started. That old man had saved my life.” “How is it possible?” “He is one few men who are trikal darshi!” “Mama ji you are a scientist. Do you really believe in such rubbish?” “At that point of time I was shocked and a bit shaken and I also reacted like you are reacting now. Then after few months it became clear to me.” “How?” “I inquired about than man with many pundits in Varanasi, Allahabad, Rishikesh and Haridwar. I even went to numerous small places and tiniest of villages to find information about the man. What I found was a mix of folk lore and ignorance. He was not a man who existed on this planet. I was very much surprised that many of the scholars acknowledged the existence of the manuscript I was searching but they told me that it had lost to time and it was totally impossible to retrieve it. One scholar even tried selling me few pages saying that it came from the original manuscript. As the money he asked was very small I purchased those pages from him knowing fully well that they were fake.” “Then what happened? I hope you went back to the person for the manuscript?” “Yes I finally went to that man but after 7 or 8 months after I was satisfied that no one here knew that such man lived among us and he had the manuscript which could change the way we live. Few of the scholars whom I met said they have heard some stories of a man believed to more than 600 years old who that manuscript but they said as they knew that such long live was not possible they never gave importance to this legend. Every scholar who said he knew would talk about a man who was more than 600 years old. Now this was a interesting information because if it was just a myth then the age would have been different at least in some cases but as a scientist when same reading comes every time then the chances of your results being correct is more than it being just a coincidence. So I had a clear picture in front of me that this man is real and he is more than 600 years old and he also had that manuscript I sought. Now all I had to do was to go to him and ask him once more to let me see that manuscript. And to go to him every time in every few months till he lets me a look at those pages of which the legends say that they could change the future of the mankind.” “Interesting! Did you succeed in your quest?” “Well before that I had my thesis to submit. And after doing that I was planning to meet that man for the second time. As I was going through some papers I saw those papers which I purchased from a scholar. He had told me that they were from the original manuscript. I had just dumped them with my other papers and till had not looked into them. I kept them with my luggage so that I could read them during my journey. On train when I started to read them I had changed my mind of meeting the legendry old man. I got down at the very next stop.” “Why?” “They were not what I expected them to be. They were not fakes. They were the original papers. I was surprised that the scholar had given me the real papers for such small amount. Even in those times if he had sold them to some collector he would have been rich beyond imagination. I wanted to ask him why he was so generous to me.” “And I hope you were not able to meet him and no body was able to tell where he went.” “Don’t be sarcastic. Yes you are right in one thing I did not met the man from whom I had purchased the paper. But I met someone waiting for me with the person’s message.” “What was the message” “Just this design and four words told to me by the messenger” Pointing towards the paper Amit had put on his lap while taking to him. “What words” “You are not ready” “What? Then you must not be able to find the old man also?” “ No, went back to his village and found him sitting exactly where I found him the first time. He saw me and smiled. I asked him why did he not tell me that the bus would face an accident and that he could have saved so many lives. He just laughed and asked if I would have believed him when told about the accident which had not occurred. He did not even bother to hide that he knew about the accident and as for as saving lives he said was not in his hands to change what has been written. All he can do is guide someone who can be guided. Then I showed him the paper left for me by the man who sold me the pages of manuscript along with the manuscript. He took them and looked at me quizzingly. I told him every thing on which he again laughed. He told me that I had met a very great man and was not able to recognize him. Then he told me that the papers are very real but even then they are fake. He told me to look at some caracters and asked me if they were used at the time when the manuscript was written. I looked at the papers and the realization dawned on me that even though the papers looked real they were fake as some characters were new as compared to the age of the papers. I kicked myself of not recognizing this earlier.” “Yeah but you were too happy to see those papers so you were bound to make such mistake.” “Yes that is why the man who sold me the papers had left the message that I was not ready. I asked about these words of his to the person sitting in front of me and he told me that I should not bother about them as when I would be ready I would know. That I realized was the word trick used by many people in different eras in almost all religions. Then I decided that I would not ask for the manuscript again but with that decision a realization came that when I would e ready I would not need that manuscript. Later on he told me that the papers were real” “What? How is it possible?” “Because they were copied from the real manuscript. And they were with me, actually they are kept in my house even now. But since he had told me the truth about those pages I keep them in a safe.” “It all fine, this story of yours but where do I fit in? Why did they kidnap me?” “You did not fit in the story at all. You parachuted yourself in the middle of a story which had no use of you. You do not remember but you had a accident on your way up.” “So? This gave them right to kidnap me?” “No one of their scholars saw you while you car went down the river. He saved you by jumping in the river and pulling you out of the car.” “How can you believe this? Have any idea how rapid Ganga is up there? How can some one jump in those waters and pull out a man from a car moving in those rapid waters? Not even a trained life saver can accomplish this without some danger to himself and you are saying a Sanskrit scholar did this?” “I did not say a Sanskrit scholar. I said their scholar.” “And what is the difference?” “Huge! Once their scholar every thing is possible to you. You become one with the Universe. There is nothing you cannot accomplish. You can go anywhere without restriction and do anything without even moving a finger. You become a real super human. And people living there are not all scholars. Very few graduate to become scholars.” “Really? And how do you suppose that I should take this?” “As truth.” “How can one become so called super human?” “By practice and ancient knowledge” “Ancient knowledge? And practice what?” “The way of living. And ancient knowledge is true knowledge preserved by those living in total isolation” “I think way of living can be interpreted differently by different people. And as far as ancient knowledge is concerned I think such thing exists.” “It exists. I have not been there but I am sure of it but how can you deny it? You have been there and seen it with your own eyes even though you do not remember now. And as far as way of living is different for different people I think you are wrong again because there is only one way to live and it is not followed by any one you normally see. And that is the reason different people live different kinds of live and they suffer different kind of things because they do not follow the way of living.” “So mama ji tell me what is the way of living so that I can also become like one of those enlightened men” “Son there is no need to be impatient or to mock me. Just hear me out.” “Ok.” “I was telling you that you were saved by one of their scholars. He as a scholar was not one of the ordinary people there but one of the few selected who have reached their zenith of existence. He took you with him. Then I do not know what happened but you were thrown out and because of that you have to be very careful.” “I think you are not telling me everything.” “No I am not telli
ng you every thing. I am not entitled to tell you any at all but because you are in danger I had to tell something so that you take care of yourself and be prepared for any eventuality.” “You think I should go to the police?” “And say what? Your life is in danger because of a secret organization? And what will they tell you? Yes sir we know some of there members and we will arrest them?” “Even I knew just two of them of which one had vanished many years before and the one who became a mentor of sorts vanished just after you returned.” There was slight anger in his voice. “It was not my fault that the old man disappeared” “Son I do not know if it was your fault or not but I am not blaming you for that. You had to do what you did. But police will not help you. Even the detective you have hired who not be of any use. You have fled from them once so I believe that if you keep yourself ready for any eventuality then you will succeed in keeping them off.” When he saw the piece of paper given by mama ji Amit asked “Did you asked the old man about this design?” “It is not a design. It is symbol of the ultimate power. I had asked him about him on my second visit. It had become constant theme of our talk when we used to meet at his house. First he had told me that it is a calling card and people who know the significance of this symbol will allow you entry anywhere and with this you can unlock anything you want if you know how to use it. The old man as cautious enough not to tell me how to use it. I even had a ring made of the exact design out of gold and had made it a point to wear it when I went to certain places And you would surprised that there are people who know the significance of this symbol even though they may not know what it is. But those who know about it respect one who has this.” “I think it is more out of fear than respect.” “Yeah I would also had thoughts like you on hearing this but son I did not go wearing that to a political rally or a political meeting. I wear this to places where you find serious discussions between scholars of Sanskrit.” “About religion?” “Religion has never been for me something to talk about, it has always been a personal thing for me. You will never find me at any religious discourse. They have always said that I think I am superior to them. But they are wrong because what I feel only I can tell and no one can tell me how to feel about some thing. Hearing to a religious discourse for me like hearing some one telling me how to feel when I eat a favorite sweet or how to feel when I put my hand in burning fire. How can some tell what I will feel? They are my sense organs and only I can say how I feel.” “Wow! Have you told this idea to people you ask vote for?” “Yes they know my thoughts and they respect my privacy.” “But they are right wing politicians!” “No they are politicians. No one is right wing or left wing. They are all there for votes. They take a stand where they think they can fool you to give them votes but from inside they are all the same.” “Then why you support them?” “I have supported them because they are the lesser evil in the fray.” “But from the looks of it they look like they are the biggest evil here” “No it is a wrong perception. And to tell you the truth, they are all evil of same scale. No one is better than other but with my leanings I would not have a good member of either left or centre so I joined the right wing. I am here not because I like their policies. No I am here because I have to maintain my standard of living which my family is accustomed of. I can live like a monk but do you thing anyone in our family can do it?” “Its great sacrifice you are making” said Amit scornfully “You have never visited my home that is why you do not believe. Yes you will say it has cost what could have been used to build many houses for poor people. But son I have a very small room where I live and don’t even use a bed to sleep in. The food which I eat is also different which others in my family eat.” “And why do you do such thing?” “Because I do not like living lavishly. Not because I had to cheat or betray people who had faith in me but because I never had a taste for such opulence. It has nothing to do with my faith. I believe in heaven and hell but believe me going either to hell or heaven is not permanent and is also not much decided by things you do here.” “Then what is it decided up on?” “Many things but the deeds you do are never decided by you only. Under different circumstances and experience you may do things differently on a given set of time and space. It is a relative thing.” “I don’t think Einstein would have though about relativity like this?” “Why not? He knew under same set of conditions different people would come to different conclusions so under different set of circumstances why a same person do things differently? I do not think it is very hard to digest. Actually it is very simple.” “Then please enlighten me” “Suppose that some one in dire need of money is walking down a road and he finds a bag full of money. He decides to use it. You will say he committed sin by not giving it to authorities. Now imagine same person with no need of money finding same bag. What will he do? He will return it to authority. Now again imagine the same person with first set of condition without bag on the road. What will he do? What can he do other than just walking down the road? Same person with different set of conditions can do things differently and thus change the outcome of a time-space event.” “What is this? If he was honest then however the conditions were he would have returned the bag to authorities. And if the person was dishonest then he would find some other thing to commit crime.” “You are living on a delusional world. Son there is no absolute good or absolute evil. Every thing is relative.” “Whom am I taking to? A physicist or a literature guy?” “You are talking to a religious man who knows his physics well to know that there is nothing absolute.” “Not even God?” “God? What is God? Can you tell me?” “I am not a theologian and I don’t think even such a person can tell what is God” “No? Then let me tell you what is God. God is e=mc2 .” “Its equation which can tell few things but I doubt it can tell anything about God” “You are right relatively but it can tell about God of almost all the people.” “But it cannot tell your God?” “No. I will tell you the difference in few minutes. First tell me what is common between all the avatars anywhere in the world?” “Nothing” “Wrong there is one thing common to almost all the powerful avatars. Those who have changed the world, those whom people were not able to forget in a hurry.” “And what is that” “Chaos. The common factor is chaos.” “What?” “Yes just think about the time before the avatars. You will find chaos in the place where these avatars occurred.” “Ok I got your point but how does the equation you gave have anything to do with avatars?” “it has to do every thing. What does e stands for?” “Energy” “what does m and c stands for” “Mass of an object and a constant for light” “Good!” said mama ji smilingly Now can you convert mass or for that matter “matter using this equation?” “Yes I think we can” after doing some mental calculations “How?” “By slowing down the speed of light but it is not possible” “Then you do not know the potential of human mind. Look when every body became fed with the chaos they started to seek some supernatural help. They were told that if they call for help then God will come to their aid. The people collectively started thinking about someone coming to help them, save them from the chaos. Just think how much energy was concentrated at a single thought! Thought that someone will come to help. It did not happen overnight but the collective magnetic force of the human mind eventually forced the cosmic energy to slow down and present itself as an avatar. That is why my so you will also not find a real birth with any of these avatars. Because they always manifested themselves and therefore its either virgin birth or “Bhay prakat kripala” meaning The great one has manifested himself. You just have to put “c” in the denominator and reduce it then energy will be converted into mass when “c” becomes 1” “Wow! A theory about virgin births! You should get Nobel Prize in physics mama ji. I don’t know and nor will I put my mind in it.” “Yes for now you have to remember that you have to be careful but not over cautious.”