The Immortals of Meluha
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This puja was followed by the formal marriage ceremonies of Shiva and Sati. Though some of the celebrations were still on, Shiva excused himself and tugged Sati along with him.
‘By the Holy Lake!’ exclaimed Shiva, shutting the door to their private chamber behind him. ‘This is only the first day! Is every day going to be as long?’
‘It doesn’t seem to make a difference to you! You walked out when you pretty well pleased!’ teased Sati.
‘I don’t care about those damn ceremonies!’ growled Shiva, ripping his ceremonial turban off and flinging it aside. He stared at Sati fervently, slowly moving towards her, his breathing heavy.
‘Oh yes of course,’ mocked Sati, with a playfully theatrical expression. ‘The Neelkanth gets to decide what is important and what is not. The Neelkanth can do anything he wants.’
‘Oh yes he can!’
Sati laughed mischievously and ran to the other side of the bed. Shiva dashed towards her from the opposite side hurling his angvastram off in one smooth motion.
‘Oh yes he can...’
‘Remember what I told you to say,’ whispered Nandi to Veerbhadra. ‘Don’t worry. The Lord will give his permission.’
‘What...’ whispered a groggy Shiva as he was woken up gently by Sati.
‘Wake up, Shiva,’ whispered Sati tenderly, her hair falling over his face, teasing his cheeks. ‘Careful now,’ murmured Sati softly, as Shiva looked at her longingly. ‘Nandi, Krittika and Veerbhadra are waiting at the door. They have something important to tell you.’
‘Hmmm?’ growled Shiva, as he walked towards the door and glared at the trio. ‘What is it Nandi? Isn’t there someone beautiful in your life that you would like to bother at this hour instead of troubling me?’
‘There’s nobody like you, my Lord,’ said Nandi, with a low bow and a chaste namaste.
‘Nandi, you better stop this nonsense or you are going to remain a bachelor all your life!’ joked Shiva.
As everybody laughed out loud, Krittika remained anxious about the task at hand.
‘Well, what did you want to talk about?’ asked Shiva.
Nandi nudged Veerbhadra roughly. Shiva turned to Veerbhadra with a quizzical look.
‘Bhadra, since when do you need the support of so many people to speak to me?’ asked Shiva.
‘Shiva...’ murmured Veerbhadra nervously.
‘Yes?’
‘It’s like this...’
‘It’s like what?’
‘Well, you see...’
‘I am seeing Bhadra.’
‘Shiva, please don’t make him more nervous than he is,’ said Sati. Looking towards Veerbhadra, she continued, ‘Veerbhadra, speak fearlessly. You haven’t done anything wrong.’
‘Shiva,’ whispered Veerbhadra timidly, his cheeks the colour of beetroot. ‘I need your permission.’
‘Permission granted,’ said Shiva, amused by now. ‘Whatever it is that you want it for.’
‘Actually, I am considering getting married.’
‘A capital idea!’ said Shiva. ‘Now all you have to do is convince some blind woman to marry you!’
‘Shiva!’ reprimanded Sati gently.
‘Well, I’ve already found a woman,’ said Veerbhadra, before his courage could desert him. ‘And she’s not blind...’
‘Not blind?!’ exclaimed Shiva, his eyebrows humorously arched in wide disbelief. ‘Then she is stupid enough to tie herself for the next seven births to a man who wants someone else to determine his marriage!’
Veerbhadra gazed at Shiva with an odd mixture of embarrassment, contrition and incomprehension.
‘I have told you before, Bhadra,’ said Shiva, ‘There are many customs of our tribe that I don’t like. And one of the primary ones amongst them is that the leader has to approve the bride of any tribesman. Don’t you remember how we made fun of this ridiculous tradition as children?’
Veerbhadra glanced at Shiva and immediately down again, still unsure.
‘For god’s sake man, if you are happy with her, then I am happy for you,’ said an exasperated Shiva. ‘You have my permission.’
Veerbhadra looked up in surprised ecstasy as Nandi nudged him again. Krittika looked at Veerbhadra, as a long held breath escaped with massive relief. She turned to Sati and silently mouthed the words, ‘Thank you.’
Shiva walked towards Krittika and hugged her warmly. A startled Krittika held back for an instant, before the warmth of the Neelkanth conquered her Suryavanshi reserve. She returned the embrace.
‘Welcome to the tribe,’ whispered Shiva. ‘We are quite mad, but at heart we are good people!’
‘But how did you know,’ said Veerbhadra. ‘I never told you that I loved her.’
‘I am not blind, Bhadra,’ smiled Shiva.
‘Thank you,’ said Krittika to Shiva. ‘Thank you for accepting me.’
Shiva stepped back and said, ‘No. Thank you. I was always concerned about Bhadra. He is a good, dependable man, but too simple-minded about women. I was worried about how married life would treat him. But there is no reason to worry anymore.’
‘Well, I too want to tell you something,’ said Krittika. ‘I had never believed in the legend of the Neelkanth. But if you can do to Meluha what you have done to my lady, then you are worthy of even being called the Mahadev!’
‘I don’t want to be called the Mahadev, Krittika. You know I love Meluha as much as I love Sati. I will do all that I possibly can.’ Turning towards Veerbhadra, Shiva ordered, ‘Come here, you stupid oaf!’
Veerbhadra came forward, embraced Shiva affectionately and whispered, ‘Thank you.’
‘Don’t be stupid. There’s no need for a “thank you“!’ said Shiva with a grin.
Veerbhadra smiled broadly.
‘And listen!’ snarled Shiva in mock anger. ‘You are going to answer to your best friend over the next chillum we share on how you dared to love another woman for so long without even speaking to me about it!’
Everybody laughed out loud.
‘Will a good batch of marijuana make up for it?’ asked Veerbhadra, smiling.
‘Well, I’ll think about it!’
‘Doesn’t she look tired?’ asked a concerned Ayurvati, looking at Sati.
Sati had just gotten up from the player platform as she and her mother had been excused for this particular ceremony. This was only for the bridegroom and the father-in-law. The pandits were preparing for the puja, which would take a few moments.
‘Well, it has been six days of almost continuous celebrations and pujas,’ said Kanakhala. ‘Though it is the custom that all this be done for a royal wedding, I can understand her being tired.’
‘Oh, I wouldn’t say it has anything to do with the six days of pujas,’ said Brahaspati.
‘No?’ asked Kanakhala.
‘No,’ answered Brahaspati, mischievously. ‘I think it has to do with the five nights’
‘What?’ exclaimed Ayurvati, then blushed a deep red as the meaning of Brahaspati’s words dawned on her.
Parvateshwar, who was sitting next to Kanakhala, glared at Brahaspati for the highly improper remark. Brahaspati guffawed as the ladies giggled quietly. An assistant pandit turned around in irritation. But on seeing the seniority of the Brahmins sitting behind him, he immediately swallowed his annoyance and returned to his preparations.
‘By the Holy Lake!’ exclaimed Shiva, shutting the door to their private chamber behind him. ‘This is only the first day! Is every day going to be as long?’
‘It doesn’t seem to make a difference to you! You walked out when you pretty well pleased!’ teased Sati.
‘I don’t care about those damn ceremonies!’ growled Shiva, ripping his ceremonial turban off and flinging it aside. He stared at Sati fervently, slowly moving towards her, his breathing heavy.
‘Oh yes of course,’ mocked Sati, with a playfully theatrical expression. ‘The Neelkanth gets to decide what is important and what is not. The Neelkanth can do anything he wants.’
‘Oh yes he can!’
Sati laughed mischievously and ran to the other side of the bed. Shiva dashed towards her from the opposite side hurling his angvastram off in one smooth motion.
‘Oh yes he can...’
‘Remember what I told you to say,’ whispered Nandi to Veerbhadra. ‘Don’t worry. The Lord will give his permission.’
‘What...’ whispered a groggy Shiva as he was woken up gently by Sati.
‘Wake up, Shiva,’ whispered Sati tenderly, her hair falling over his face, teasing his cheeks. ‘Careful now,’ murmured Sati softly, as Shiva looked at her longingly. ‘Nandi, Krittika and Veerbhadra are waiting at the door. They have something important to tell you.’
‘Hmmm?’ growled Shiva, as he walked towards the door and glared at the trio. ‘What is it Nandi? Isn’t there someone beautiful in your life that you would like to bother at this hour instead of troubling me?’
‘There’s nobody like you, my Lord,’ said Nandi, with a low bow and a chaste namaste.
‘Nandi, you better stop this nonsense or you are going to remain a bachelor all your life!’ joked Shiva.
As everybody laughed out loud, Krittika remained anxious about the task at hand.
‘Well, what did you want to talk about?’ asked Shiva.
Nandi nudged Veerbhadra roughly. Shiva turned to Veerbhadra with a quizzical look.
‘Bhadra, since when do you need the support of so many people to speak to me?’ asked Shiva.
‘Shiva...’ murmured Veerbhadra nervously.
‘Yes?’
‘It’s like this...’
‘It’s like what?’
‘Well, you see...’
‘I am seeing Bhadra.’
‘Shiva, please don’t make him more nervous than he is,’ said Sati. Looking towards Veerbhadra, she continued, ‘Veerbhadra, speak fearlessly. You haven’t done anything wrong.’
‘Shiva,’ whispered Veerbhadra timidly, his cheeks the colour of beetroot. ‘I need your permission.’
‘Permission granted,’ said Shiva, amused by now. ‘Whatever it is that you want it for.’
‘Actually, I am considering getting married.’
‘A capital idea!’ said Shiva. ‘Now all you have to do is convince some blind woman to marry you!’
‘Shiva!’ reprimanded Sati gently.
‘Well, I’ve already found a woman,’ said Veerbhadra, before his courage could desert him. ‘And she’s not blind...’
‘Not blind?!’ exclaimed Shiva, his eyebrows humorously arched in wide disbelief. ‘Then she is stupid enough to tie herself for the next seven births to a man who wants someone else to determine his marriage!’
Veerbhadra gazed at Shiva with an odd mixture of embarrassment, contrition and incomprehension.
‘I have told you before, Bhadra,’ said Shiva, ‘There are many customs of our tribe that I don’t like. And one of the primary ones amongst them is that the leader has to approve the bride of any tribesman. Don’t you remember how we made fun of this ridiculous tradition as children?’
Veerbhadra glanced at Shiva and immediately down again, still unsure.
‘For god’s sake man, if you are happy with her, then I am happy for you,’ said an exasperated Shiva. ‘You have my permission.’
Veerbhadra looked up in surprised ecstasy as Nandi nudged him again. Krittika looked at Veerbhadra, as a long held breath escaped with massive relief. She turned to Sati and silently mouthed the words, ‘Thank you.’
Shiva walked towards Krittika and hugged her warmly. A startled Krittika held back for an instant, before the warmth of the Neelkanth conquered her Suryavanshi reserve. She returned the embrace.
‘Welcome to the tribe,’ whispered Shiva. ‘We are quite mad, but at heart we are good people!’
‘But how did you know,’ said Veerbhadra. ‘I never told you that I loved her.’
‘I am not blind, Bhadra,’ smiled Shiva.
‘Thank you,’ said Krittika to Shiva. ‘Thank you for accepting me.’
Shiva stepped back and said, ‘No. Thank you. I was always concerned about Bhadra. He is a good, dependable man, but too simple-minded about women. I was worried about how married life would treat him. But there is no reason to worry anymore.’
‘Well, I too want to tell you something,’ said Krittika. ‘I had never believed in the legend of the Neelkanth. But if you can do to Meluha what you have done to my lady, then you are worthy of even being called the Mahadev!’
‘I don’t want to be called the Mahadev, Krittika. You know I love Meluha as much as I love Sati. I will do all that I possibly can.’ Turning towards Veerbhadra, Shiva ordered, ‘Come here, you stupid oaf!’
Veerbhadra came forward, embraced Shiva affectionately and whispered, ‘Thank you.’
‘Don’t be stupid. There’s no need for a “thank you“!’ said Shiva with a grin.
Veerbhadra smiled broadly.
‘And listen!’ snarled Shiva in mock anger. ‘You are going to answer to your best friend over the next chillum we share on how you dared to love another woman for so long without even speaking to me about it!’
Everybody laughed out loud.
‘Will a good batch of marijuana make up for it?’ asked Veerbhadra, smiling.
‘Well, I’ll think about it!’
‘Doesn’t she look tired?’ asked a concerned Ayurvati, looking at Sati.
Sati had just gotten up from the player platform as she and her mother had been excused for this particular ceremony. This was only for the bridegroom and the father-in-law. The pandits were preparing for the puja, which would take a few moments.
‘Well, it has been six days of almost continuous celebrations and pujas,’ said Kanakhala. ‘Though it is the custom that all this be done for a royal wedding, I can understand her being tired.’
‘Oh, I wouldn’t say it has anything to do with the six days of pujas,’ said Brahaspati.
‘No?’ asked Kanakhala.
‘No,’ answered Brahaspati, mischievously. ‘I think it has to do with the five nights’
‘What?’ exclaimed Ayurvati, then blushed a deep red as the meaning of Brahaspati’s words dawned on her.
Parvateshwar, who was sitting next to Kanakhala, glared at Brahaspati for the highly improper remark. Brahaspati guffawed as the ladies giggled quietly. An assistant pandit turned around in irritation. But on seeing the seniority of the Brahmins sitting behind him, he immediately swallowed his annoyance and returned to his preparations.
