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|by Anu Chopra|
"Don't you want to meet my guru," asked my sister.
"Remember Deepak." Deepak I was horrified, the guy who never came second, a creep of the first order we hated him because he was so brilliant and so humorless. And this sadhu he looked as old as the hills. Deepak must be 40 years. Yes something about the eyes it was Deepak all right.
Deepak smiled and said "It was the works for me IIT IIM Ahemdabad. And then a job with a multinational. I married the most coveted beauty of Delhi. I partied, loved life, was doing very well. I was smart I was really versatile at the games people play. I knew was going to be chairman of my company. Once I was traveling by road and the car broke down. It was near a god-forsaken ashram. My driver and I went there. The sadhu who lived there looking after a run down Mandir looked at me and smiled. He said you know the caretaker of this Mandir never dies. I am old and I am waiting for you Deepak and I knew you would come."
Deepak said, "I was suddenly filled with so much peace. I had never felt like this before. It was like casting my old skin. I knew I was born for this. My guru gave up life and here I am looking after the Mandir, helping souls practicing yoga and praying to the almighty."
And while talking to me a cell-phone materialized in his hands and there was a cigarette in the other hand. "Hey where did you get that from", I asked. Just a couple of tricks for my self, he smiled "Old habits die hard I love SMSing messages and I cannot smoke dope in a chillum. I need the cigarette"
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