Mahiya means the world

I have been standing like this for hundreds of years, with all my support. It's surprising to think. No less storms have passed over me, no less changes have I witnessed, I have seen the old age pass away, I have seen the new age come. Where are those who were my contemporaries today? Some have drowned under the immense waters of the Damodar, some have decayed into heaps before. Even the idols in the sanctum sanctorum were not spared. Some were neglected and destroyed, some ended up under a tree. People spread their vermilion, offered flowers, lit incense, lamps. Whose idols are they? Who worships them? He is also a strange story, a strange play of the universe. I am the silent witness of everything. How many memories still float in front of me like pictures. I forget when that era was lost. This is the talk of Mrinmayi and Akalank. When is the event? Instead of complex calculation of days, months, years. I feel like a puzzle when he goes to calculate.This oil field was a thriving town then. It is difficult to imagine the golden age of oil companies by looking at the small village of today. I have heard that Lord Mahavira's feet were blessed by oil tremors. Many local people came to him and accepted Jainism. Many temples were built. Stone idols of Jain Tirthankaras like Mahavira, Rishabhnath etc. were established inside them. I was also born at this time. The idol of Lord Mahavira is installed in my sanctum sanctorum. He was once! And today I stand alone in this empty wilderness with a worn out body. There is some agricultural land on the side, the local farmers are there. All have forgotten the glorious past of the Oil Company. No one wants to know. At that time there were at least ten other temples in my hope. The sound of chanting, ringing of bells echoed all around. The air was filled with the fragrance of flowers and incense. My premises used to get crowded on festival days. Like on the birth date of Lord Mahavira. On that day, my body was also decorated with petals. Deva Vigraha was placed in a beautiful chariot. Along with the procession, the chariot used to circumambulate the entire city. Then at the end of Parikrama God used to return to my sanctum sanctorum. There was no place for moles in my premises that day. How many people used to come, with many intentions! One or only the heart's devotion, respect. Not only the Jains, but people from all over Oil Kampi flocked to see Lord Mahavira's Rath Yatra. There was peaceful coexistence between people of all religions. No one interfered with anyone's religion.Time passes. Bengal was ruled by Maharaja Rampal. However, the governance of the oil company was in the hands of Rudrashikhar. Tilakampi belonged to the Pala kingdom, but Rudrasikhara ruled independently. He was very powerful. There was no turbulence in the oil shock. It was in this environment that Akalank and Mrinmayi grew up. The place of birth of both of them is this oil field. Aklanka's father is Ananta, he is a merchant. He sells products in different parts of the country. Aklanka is his eldest son. After having three daughters in a row, he saw the face of his son. Akanlak is so dear to parents. Ananta is a man of infinite wealth, his trade extends far and wide. Akalank has to take over this responsibility when he gets old, so Anant sometimes takes him with him. A pious man is an ardent devotee of Ananta, Lord Mahavira. He is not wrong to visit the Lord's idol every day at dawn if he is in oil company. The stigma also comes with him. That day I first saw Aklanka alone. In the fortnight of Jaishta, the heat of the sun is scorching all around. The premises are naturally uninhabited. But the taint did not enter the interior. Pashan sat in the Kuttim with a thud outside. As if waiting for someone. My guess is correct. After a while a daughter arrived. He has covered his head and face with cloth as much as possible. Approached Aklanka and revealed the veil. Akalnak stood up seeing him.Mrinmayi... A glimmer of cheerfulness was evident in the face of Akalank. I was surprised. Mrinmayi does not belong to the religion of innocence. She is Shivdas Bhatt's daughter. Brahmin Shivdas orthodox Shaiva. Nageshwar Shivlinga is installed in a small temple next to his Bhadrasana. Every day he himself worships her with devotion. Shivdas Bhatt has been divorced for a long time. He has no one else in this world except Nageshwar and Matrihara Mrinmayi. There is some land property, Nageswara also has deity property, that's what sustains the family.Chaturdashi Mrinmayi's face is very beautiful. What an illusion in bright brown. Long kajal black eyes. But I saw a black shadow of concern on his face. He said,In this way it will not be possible to meet secretly. Come without the father's knowledge, with great fear. Yesterday they came home again, talked to father for a long time. Father has not told me anything yet, but it seems he will decide something this time. I don't know what will happen...They are familiar with that. Have met secretly like this before.Maybe somewhere secluded in oil fields. But this is the first time in my premises. Aklanka grabbed Mrinmayi's hands, said in a bitter voice, "No Mrinmayi, don't talk like that." Trust me, I'll find a way.A few more words, a few more reassurances, colorful visions of the future, but how much longer? Mrinmayi left. Covers himself with the same cloth. How many people come to my premises, come to see God, with so many different moods, how many newlyweds come, to beg God's blessings at the moment of entering a new life. I saw colorful dreams in their eyes, I saw affection for each other. But today Mrinmayi and Akalank's short meeting, short conversation seemed very sweet to me. The grime is gone, but not the stain. He stood in front of my door and said,Show me the way, O Lord. I saw Mrinmayi in your chariot. He was standing on one side of the highway watching the Rath Yatra in utter amazement. please lord Let there be no disturbance in this marriage. All my inmost soul also partakes in the prayer of unsulliedness. I also wished them to meet. But what irony of fate! Then I knew that not their meeting, I will witness their separation!Eagerly I waited to see Akalank and Mrinmayi. I counted the days when they would come again. Finally the day came, Mrinmayi and Akalank entered my premises almost simultaneously from different directions. But I was not glad to see them, but was frightened and wanted to cry out,Get out of here as soon as possible. But what do I have that power? I prayed to God, but he too remained a stone image, my prayer did not enter his ears. As Mrinmayi removed the veil of her face at the sight of the taint, those who had been hiding around me revealed themselves. Shouting in a hoarse voice,Look look at your daughter's achievements! You have no focus on any other side except Nageshwar's puja, your daughter is also taking that opportunity to indulge in wantonness. Enter the temple of the heathen in this lonely two hours! Why? For what purpose? The heathen Anantara son is also present. have a look Are you still unable to understand your daughter's intentions? If you don't want to be outcasted at this age, discipline your daughter, restrain her...I saw Bhatta Shivdas, standing not far from me, with angry, insulted eyes. Mrinmayi ran away with a cry of unhappiness, Akalnak still standing dumbfounded. That was the last time I saw them together.This incident greatly stirred the calm environment of Tilakombi. It was also discussed among the devotees present in my premises. I heard that Mrinmayi's marriage has been completed. The day after that incident. With a Brahmin of oil-mills. He took Dar Parigraha for the third time in the hope of getting a son. Moreover, he had a long-term view on the land property of the sonless Brahmin Shivdas. Earnings from Deb Deul are not bad either. After Mrinmayi's marriage, he is spending his days worshiping Nageshwar. In his absence, all these things belong to Mrinmayi's husband. I would remember the spotless face, my soul would cry out. He's gone too, gone into business with Anantar. i am waiting Mrinmayi, who will never come again, is not unknown to me, but untainted? He will surely come sometime. I was very anxious to see him. No, he didn't come either. Years have passed. Ananta returned to the Oil-Kampi, alone, untainted with him. As usual, he came to Devdarshan the next day. Seeing that devastated look on his face, I guessed that something had happened. In response to the priest's question, Anant said, "Akalank will never return here."I heard that he decided to spend his life somewhere far away.How many people come to my premises, come to see God, with so many different desires, how many newlyweds come, to beg God's blessings at the moment of entering a new life. I saw colorful dreams in their eyes, I saw affection for each other. But today Mrinmayi and Akalank's short meeting, short conversation seemed very sweet to me.I sighed. I can not see him! From that childhood he used to come with his father. Little by little I saw him grow up. The day I first came to know about his affection for Mrinmoyi, I felt a strange tingling sensation. That momentary conversation of theirs was precious in my mind. I wished them to be married, to be happy. But God's will was different. I saw their separation, I saw Mrinmayi's final journey. No, she did not disappoint her husband. She visited Putramukh, but Mrinmayi died while giving birth to him.Since then, I am standing with the memory of Akalank and Mrinmayi. Everyone in the oil company has forgotten about them, it's completely insignificant to them, but I couldn't, I won't. Then? Then how many more years have passed! How many gods of mine are wiped out, the quiet, brooding comfort of the sanctum sanctorum Let it be until today