An Astrologers Day and Other Stories Part 30

Have you the keys ? Open the gate, commanded someone in the car.

There is a small side-gate, said Velan meekly.

Open the big gate for the car !

Velan had to fetch a spade and clear the vegetation which had blocked the entrance. The gates opened on rusty hinges, creaking and groaning.

They threw open all the doors and windows, went through the house keenly examining every portion, and remarked : Did you notice the crack on the dome ? The walls too are cracked There is no other way. If we pull down the old ramshackle carefully we may still be able to use some of the materials, though I am not at all certain that the THE AXE 191 wooden portions are not hollow inside . Heaven alone knows what madness is responsible for people building houses like this .

They went round the garden and said, We have to clear every bit of this jungle. All this will have to go . Some mighty person looked Velan up and down and said, You are the gardener I suppose ?

We have not much use for a garden now. All the trees, except half a dozen on the very boundary of the property, will have to go. We cant afford to waste s.p.a.ce. This flower garden Hm it is old fas.h.i.+oned and crude, and apart from it the front portion of the site is too valuable to be wasted .

A week later one of the sons of his old master came and told Velan, You will have to go back to your village, old fellow. The house is sold to a company.

They are not going to have a garden. They are cutting down even the fruit trees : they are offering compensation to the leaseholder ; they are wiping out the garden, and pulling down even the building.

They are going to build small houses by the score without leaving s.p.a.ce even for a blade of gra.s.s .

There was much bustle and activity, much coming and going, and Velan retired to his old hut. When he felt tired he lay down and slept ; at other times he went round the garden and stood gazing at his plants. He was given a fortnights notice. Every moment of it seemed to him precious and he would have stayed till the last second with his plants but for the sound of an axe which stirred him out of his afternoon nap two days after he was given notice.

The dull noise of a blade meeting a tough surface reached his ears. He got up and rushed out. He saw four men hacking the ma.s.sive trunk of the old 192 THE AXE margosa tree. He let out a scream : Stop that !

He took his staff and rushed at those who were hacking. They easily avoided the blow he aimed.

What is the matter ?

they asked.

Velan wept :

This is my child. I planted it.

I saw it grow. I loved it. Dont cut it down .

But it is the companys orders. What can we do ?

We shall be dismissed if we dont obey, and someone else will do it .

Velan stood thinking for a while and said, Will you at least do me this good turn ? Give me a little time. I will bundle up my clothes and go away.

After I am gone do what you like. They laid down their axes and waited.

Presently Velan came out of his hut with a bundle on his head. He looked at the tree-cutters and said, You are very kind to an old man. You are very kind to wait. He looked at the margosa and wiped his eyes,

Brother, dont start cutting till I am really gone far, far away.

The tree-cutters squatted on the ground and watched the old man go. Nearly half an hour later his voice came from a distance, half indistinctly, Dont cut yet. I am still within hearing. Please wait till I am gone farther,

26.

ENGINE TROUBLE.

THERE came down to our town some years ago (said the Talkative Man) a showman owning an inst.i.tution called the Gaiety Land. Overnight our Gymkhana Grounds became resplendent with banners and streamers and coloured lamps. From all over the district crowds poured into the show.

Within a week of opening, in gate money alone they collected nearly five hundred rupees a day. Gaiety Land provided us with all sorts of fun and gambling and side-shows. For a couple of annas in each booth we could watch anything from performing parrots to crack motor cyclists looping the loop in the Dome of Death. In addition to this there were lotteries and shooting galleries where for an anna you always stood a chance of winning a hundred rupees.

There was a particular corner of the show which was in great favour. Here for a ticket costing eight annas you stood a chance of acquiring a variety of articles pincus.h.i.+ons, sewing machines, cameras or even a road engine. On one evening they drew a ticket number 1005, and I happened to own the other half of the ticket. Glancing down the list of articles they declared that I became the owner of the road engine ! Dont ask me how a road engine came to be included among the prizes. It is more than I can tell you.

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I looked stunned. People gathered around and gazed at me as if I were some curious animal.

Fancy anyone becoming the owner of a road engine !

some persons muttered and giggled.

It was not the sort of prize one could carry home at short notice. I asked the showman if he would help me to transport it. He merely pointed at a notice which decreed that all winners should remove the prizes immediately on drawing and by their own effort. However they had to make an exception in my case. They agreed to keep the engine on the Gymkhana Grounds till the end of their season and then I would have to make my own arrangements to take it out. When I asked the showman if he could find me a driver he just smiled : The fellow who brought it here had to be paid a hundred rupees for the job and five rupees a day. I sent him away and made up my mind that if no one was going to draw it, I would just leave it to its fate. I got it down just as a novelty for the show. G.o.d ! What a bother it has proved !

Cant I sell it to some munic.i.p.ality ?

I asked innocently. He burst into a laugh.

As a showman I have enough troubles with munic.i.p.al people. I would rather keep out of their way .

My friends and wellwishers poured in to congratulate me on my latest acquisition. No one knew precisely how much a road engine would fetch; all the same they felt that there was a lot of money in it.

Even if you sell it as sc.r.a.p iron you can make a few thousands, some of my friends declared. Every day I made a trip to the Gymkhana Grounds to have a look at my engine. I grew very fond of it. I loved its s.h.i.+ning bra.s.s parts. I stood near it and patted it ENGINE TROUBLE 195 affectionately, hovered about it, and returned home every day only at the close of the show. I was a poor man. I thought that after all my troubles were coming to an end. How ignorant we are ! How little did I guess that my troubles had just begun.

When the showman took down his booths and packed up, I received a notice from the munic.i.p.ality to attend to my road engine. When I went there next day it looked forlorn with no one about. The ground was littered with torn streamers and paper decorations. The showman had moved on, leaving the engine where it stood. It was perfectly safe anywhere !

I left it alone for a few days, not knowing what to do with it. I received a notice from the munic.i.p.ality ordering that the engine should at once be removed from the ground as otherwise they would charge rent for the occupation of the Gymkhana Grounds. After deep thought I consented to pay the rent, and I paid ten rupees a month for the next three months. Dear sirs, I was a poor man. Even the house which I and my wife occupied cost me only four rupees a month.

And fancy my paying ten rupees a month for the road engine. It cut into my slender budget, and I had to pledge a jewel or two belonging to my wife ! And every day my wife was asking me what I proposed to do with this terrible property of mine and I had no answer to give her. I went up and down the town offering it for sale to all and sundry. Someone suggested that the Secretary of the local Cosmopolitan Club might be interested in it. When I approached him he laughed and asked what he should do with a road engine.

Ill dispose of it at a concession for you. You have a tennis court to be rolled every morning/ I began, and even before I saw him smile 196 ENGINE TROUBLE I knew it was a stupid thing to say. Next someone suggested,

See the Munic.i.p.al Chairman. He may buy it for the munic.i.p.ality. With great trepidation I went to the munic.i.p.al office one day. I b.u.t.toned up my coat as I entered the Chairmans room and mentioned my business. I was prepared to give away the engine at a great concession. I started a great harangue on munic.i.p.al duties, the regime of this chairman, and the importance of owning a road roller but before I was done with him I knew there was greater chance of my selling it to some child on the roadside for playing with.

I was making myself a bankrupt maintaining this engine in the Gymkhana Grounds. I really hoped some day there would come my way a lump sum and make amends for all this deficit and suffering. Fresh complications arose when a cattle show came in the offing. It was to be held on the grounds. I was given twenty-four hours for getting the thing out of the ground. The show was opening in a week and the advance party was arriving and insisted upon having the engine out of the way. I became desperate ; there was not a single person for fifty miles around who knew anything about a road engine. I begged and cringed every pa.s.sing bus driver to help me ; but without use. I even approached the station master to put in a word with the mail engine driver.

But the engine driver pointed out that he had his own locomotive to mind and couldnt think ofjumping off at a wayside station for anybodys sake. Meanwhile the munic.i.p.ality was pressing me to clear out. I thought it over. I saw the priest of the local temple and managed to gain his sympathy. He offered me the services of his temple elephant. I also engaged ENGINE TROUBLE 197 fifty coolies to push the engine from behind. You may be sure this drained all my resources. The coolies wanted eight annas per head and the temple elephant cost me seven rupees a day and I had to give it one feed. My plan was to take the engine out of the gymkhana and then down the road to a field half a furlong off. The field was owned by a friend. He would not mind if I kept the engine there for a couple of months, when I could go to Madras and find a customer for it.

I also took into service one Joseph, a dismissed bus-driver who said that although he knew nothing of road rollers he could nevertheless steer one if it was somehow kept in motion.

It was a fine sight : the temple elephant yoked to the engine by means of stout ropes, with fifty determined men pus.h.i.+ng it from behind, and my friend Joseph sitting in the driving seat. A huge crowd stood around and wa,tched in great glee. The engine began to move. It seemed to me the greatest moment in my life. When it came out of the gymkhana and reached the road it began to behave in a strange manner. Instead of going straight down the road it showed a tendency to wobble and move zig-zag. The elephant dragged it one way, Joseph turned the wheel for all he was worth without any idea of where he was going, and fifty men behind it clung to it in every possible manner and pushed it just where they liked. As a result of all this confused dragging the engine ran straight into the opposite compound wall and reduced a good length of it to powder. At this the crowd let out a joyous yell. The elephant, disliking the behaviour of the crowd, trumpeted loudly, strained and snapped its ig8 ENGINE TROUBLE ropes and kicked down a further length of the wall.

The fifty men fled in panic, the crowd created a pandemonium. Someone slapped me in the face it was the owner of the compound wall. The police came on the scene and marched me off.

When I was released from the lock-up I found the following consequences awaiting me : (i) Several yards of compound wall to be built by me. (2) Wages of fifty men who ran away. They would not explain how they were ent.i.tled to the wages when they had not done their job. (3) Josephs fee for steering the engine over the wall. (4) Cost of medicine for treating the knee of the temple elephant which had received some injuries while kicking down the wall.

Here again the temple authorities would not listen when I pointed out that I didnt engage an elephant to break a wall. (5) Last, but not the least, the demand to move the engine out of its present station.

Sirs, I was a poor man. I really could not find any means of paying these bills. When I went home my wife asked : What is this I hear about you everywhere ?

I took the opportunity to explain my difficulties. She took it as a hint that I was again asking for her jewels, and she lost her temper and cried that she would write to her father to come and take her away.

I was at my .wits end. People smiled at me when they met me in the streets. I was seriously wondering why I should not run away to my village. I decided to encourage my wife to write to her father and arrange for her exit. Not a soul was going to know what my plans were. I was going to put off my creditors and disappear one fine night.

At this point came an unexpected relief in the shape ENGINE TROUBLE 199 ofa Swamiji. One fine evening under the distinguished patronage of our Munic.i.p.al Chairman a show was held in our small town hall. It was a free performance and the hall was packed with people. I sat in the gallery. Spellbound we witnessed the Swamijis yogic feats. He bit off gla.s.s tumblers and ate them with contentment ; he lay on spike boards ; gargled and drank all kinds of acids ; licked white-hot iron rods ; chewed and swallowed sharp nails ; stopped his heart-beat, and buried himself underground. We sat there and watched him in stupefaction. At the end of it all he got up and delivered a speech in which he declared that he was carrying on his masters message to the people in this manner. His performance was the more remarkable because he had nothing to gain by all this extraordinary meal except the satisfaction of serving humanity, and now he said he was coming to the very masterpiece and the last act. He looked at the Munic.i.p.al Chairman and asked : Have you a road engine ? I would like to have it driven over my chest. The chairman looked abashed and felt ashamed to acknowledge that he had none. The Swamiji insisted,

I must have a road engine.

The Munic.i.p.al Chairman tried to put him off by saying, There is no driver. The Swamiji replied, Dont >vorry about it. My a.s.sistant has been trained to handle any kind of road engine. At this point I stood up in the gallery and shouted, Dont ask him for an engine. Ask me . In a moment I Ws on the stage and became as important a person as the fire-eater himself. I was pleased with the recognition I now received from all quarters. The Munic.i.p.al Chairman went into jthe background.

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In return for lending him the engine he would drive it where I wanted. Though I felt inclined to ask for a money contribution I knew it would be useless to expect it from one who was on a missionary work.

Soon the whole gathering was at the compound wall opposite to the Gymkhana. Swamijis a.s.sistant was an expert in handling engines. In a short while my engine stood steaming up proudly. It was a gratifying sight. The Swamiji called for two pillows, placed one near his head and the other at his feet.

He gave detailed instructions as to how the engine should be run over him. He made a chalk mark on his chest and said,

It must go exactly on this ; not an inch this way or that. The engine hissed and waited. The crowd watching the show became suddenly unhappy and morose. This seemed to be a terrible thing to be doing. The Swami lay down on the pillows and said, When I say Om, drive it on.

He closed his eyes. The crowd watched tensely. I looked at the whole show in absolute rapture after all, the road engine was going to get on the move.

At this point a police inspector came into the crowd with a brown envelope in his hand. He held up his hand, beckoned to the Swamijis a.s.sistant, and said : I am sorry I have to tell you that you cant go on with this. The magistrate has issued an order prohibiting the engine from running over him. The Swamiji picked himself up. There was a lot of commotion. The Swamiji became indignant.

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have done it in hundreds of places already and n.o.body questioned me about it. n.o.body can stop me from doing what I like its my masters order to demonstrate the power of the Yoga to the people of this country, and who can question me ?

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A magistrate can/* said the police inspector, and held up the order.

What business is it of yours or his to interfere in this manner ?

I dont know all that ; this is his order. He permits you to do everything except swallow pota.s.sium cyanide and run this engine over your chest. You are free to do whatever you like outside our jurisdiction.