There were two popular threads that she could easily latch on to start the scene - that of Ganga versus Yamuna, and that of the prime numbers. There were two other anchor themes that she could use to place the narrative at a socio-moral pulpit - the idea of public good by an ancient king, and more specifically the innovation of currency. But she was keen on something else - that everyone gets a chance to see their reality from two opposite angles and the contrast that Matsya and Shantanu had in their lives made them compliment each other. But how do you show such a thing. Visual canvass is very limited - she thought - text could do lot more than the graphics; or was she hitting her own creative limits!

What would you do? - she asked the Boyfriend.

I think we need to listen to the entire narrative before we get down to cut a visual presentation - said the Boyfriend - a standard spiel most graphics people like to give.

But I need to show him something - I kinda signed up for getting him at least a draft - and may be it is a test - she said - something in me feels this story is important - it needs to be told.

Let’s just create one scene - of the boat ride - the peacocks getting pulled to the songs, the fragrance attracting the deers - it’s a perfect scene for integrating olorama digital scent in VR - he said.

And top it up with Shantanu dropping all his gold coins. That would be a good place for you to ask for the tips as well - showing the viewers the “tips bucket” tied to the mast - money dropped in the bucket would directly go to your wallet - he smiled - let them pay something for supporting the artist.

The Friend laughed out loud with her happy jingle - you are a pukka payments man! All you care is getting as many zaps as you can :-)

Well - he raised his hands - artists too need to feed their pets! In fact one thing that came out quite loud off the story - from the oldest times, the creative arts are living on tips (not on donations - there is a difference) - Matsya offered a boat ride but the real thing she showcased were her songs and fragrance. Isn’t it? - and what commuters paid were “tips” - a tip is what you pay for a “service” - a donation is what you pay for a “cause”. I love tips and I hate donations for I want to render services, not change the world!

That would be a myopic view of a mega narrative - it is not for tips - it is to change the world - she said - but it is not a bad idea - she smiled - artists do need to feed their pets!

Well you need to start somewhere - Mathura wasn’t built in a day! - he smiled - at this stage your goal is to give an opening scene such that it wows your cheque holders. They should not hold anything back. Think of it as a promo clip ..

That is a good point - said the friend - time to smell the coffee … and get to work - she smiled - when it came to capturing ideas, Boyfriend was her Steelman whereas Fairy was her Strawgirl. They three were a team.

The Mentor welcomed them on the Friday evening. Fairy had flown in with Angel. And Friend with her Boyfriend - they arrived a bit early.

Friend did the intros - he is my boyfriend and partner - well payments partner - she smiled.

I see - smiled the Mentor - are you a Bitcoiner or you have your own token!

The Boyfriend smiled shaking his hand - I am more like a “Lightning” plumber and I got really interested when I noticed Dev was the first to introduce the wooden currency. It made perfect sense with Ganges water being the proof of work .. but! - he stopped - probably thought the introduction is not the time to ask loaded questions.

But ? - insisted the Mentor - he was still smiling as if he expected this question!

I wanted to check if there was a credible reference for such a claim! That would be a pretty big deal! - said the Boyfriend - he didn’t want to meddle with a client directly but he was put on spot by his own curiosity.

The Mentor smiled back at him - I would first find out who Satoshi was ! Last I heard his Bitcoin paper was sent to us mortals from the future! - he continued smiling - or certain things are best left to the realm of unknown for they serve a greater purpose shrouded in the “mystery”!

The Boyfriend was about to speak when they heard Angel and Fairy stepping in - wow the door was open. Aren’t there bear threats in this part of the woods? - said Fairy while Angel hugged the Mentor. He wasn’t surprised to see Boyfriend there - it was as per the plan - Sorry for being little late - he said.

Is the watch party ready? - Asked the Friend - I brought few extra headsets just in case anyone needs - she was sure Mentor didn’t have one! - she attached fresh Olorama singleUse cartridges to the headsets - I give you the custom designed fragrance of Satyawati..

The Mentor smiled - thanks I would sure need one but before that I need a beer - who else ? - He looked at everyone’s “yes” as he walked to the refrigerator in the kitchenette.

The scene was beyond anyone’s expectations. The realism, the attention to details. A collective experience - you could walk on the boat, touch the feel the waves and even touch the water - as if everyone was teleported to five thousand BC.

Looks like you have spent all your creative juices in one shot - said the Fairy as she took off her headset after multiple replays of hardly three minutes experience!

Now I know why Angel said you are the best - said the Mentor as he struggled to get his beer bottle to his mouth - still wearing the headset!

The Friend was about to respond when she got a notification - what ! - she exclaimed - some one zapped a million to my wallet - And then she looked at the Mentor because the transfer was made inside the scene.

I can’t accept a million Sats for a three minute clip - she said - we integrated my wallet, just to test it out - she looked at the Boyfriend who enabled this feature while she was busy building the scene. Then she turned to the Mentor - I do a full feature for a tenth of this money!

The Mentor smiled at her - No one stopped you from doing this full narrative and trust me it is ten times of any work you did before! - I already have the next piece ready for you - he continued - and I want to keep the “Payments man” happy. He looked at the Boyfriend who couldn’t believe his “alpha” code worked - the presentation was perfect. I saw commuters throwing coins. My curious eyes looked at the bucket. As soon as I focused on the bucket, it automatically scanned my iris - boom the transfer happened at a blink of an eye - now I know what they mean by frictionless payments!

Boyfriend smiled - I am sure you saw the options - blink left eye 1000 Sats, right one 10 K and both together for a million. Frankly I myself didn’t test both eyes!

Yes I did see the option - replied the Mentor - it was lot easier to blink both eyes - he laughed at the design pattern - the easier choices invariably take you down the rabbit hole where you not only lose your mind but money too - no wonder people bet all their AI grants back into immersive games!

He is a Scamster - Friend looked at her payments man - appreciative and affectionate - he knows how to squeeze money of the innocent eyes!

Angel was happy for everyone was plugged into the story!

And Fairy was keen on reading the next piece. She wore the headset again - reading on a 130 inch screen made her lose herself in the text while everyone moved to the kitchenette to grab a bite and another drink. Both the dogs came into the study and grabbed the empty chairs on both her sides.

Karma Yoga

Maharishi and his direct students (a council of Acharays - teachers) were getting ready for the morning meal when king arrived at the Ashrama. King noticed there was no boundary wall or a main gate. Anyone - humans or animals, could simply walk in. Since he was dressed like a farmer, Maharishi assumed he must have been bothered by some Asura lord. Maharishi asked him to join them for food before they sat down to talk. King was thoroughly impressed with the careful respect Maharishi graced to a commoner.

The food was simple — a pudding made of rice and milk, and fresh mangoes. The summer in this part was terrible except that it also brought sweetest of Mangoes - the king of all fruits. Maharishi and his students ate full meal only once a day, before the sunset. In summer afternoons they drank buttermilk (leftovers after taking butter out of yogurt) with a pinch of Himalayan salt. In winter, they drank a hot drink made with milk and herbs from Assam — a place far far East. Sometimes they added raw sugarcane syrup (Gud) to this hot drink, later named “tea” (by Brits). During lunch, they chatted about the latest happenings in and around Ashrama. Maharishi always heard everything with keen interest but rarely spoke. The chats were always light. No discussion about scriptures or governance of Ashrama.

After lunch, Maharishi and the disguised king, walked around the Ashrama — a daily routine Maharishi stuck to no matter rain or shine. Having woken up at 3 am — a tradition continued from the days of Maharishi Vasishtha , students were allowed to nap after morning meals, before they started evening chores and classes. Few minutes into the walk, Maharishi asked the disguised king to tell his name and village, and the reason of his visit. Shantanu reached into his inner pocket and pulled out king’s stamp — a cast that only king or his authorized messengers could carry (on person) to identify themselves. With the stamp ¹ in hand, words of a messenger were the words of the king.

Maharishi was surprised to see the kings stamp in the hands of a man dressed like a farmer. The very next moment he realized that this was none other than the emperor of the vast kingdom himself. He had seen him when both of them were in early youth. Maharishi recognized the king for he hadn’t changed much despite the age - dynasty was built on the very best genes - he thought.

He folded his hands as a welcome gesture, and with due respect checked if the king got his pigeon. As he saw the King nod affirmatively, he escorted him to his personal hut. He hoped the food was enough - kings were known to have big appetites. Once in his rather modest hut, Maharishi showed the king a place to sit, same height as his own. A gesture for equality and respect, even though Shantanu was probably an year (or two) younger than Maharishi.

13.1

King settled down with a smile. In a way he was relieved for he had heard stories of Śakti Muni and also that Maharishi Parāśara didn’t subscribe to the rules of the state. With folded hands — a gesture to reciprocate the kind welcome, he said — Maharishi, I was in this area to visit the citizens here, and after seeing your message, I thought I must see you personally. In fact, I would consider myself fortunate, if I could be of some service to your Ashrama. As far as this dress up, I didn’t want to stir any troubles with the local politics, and make your stay here more difficult! - he explained the reason of his attire even though Maharishi never asked.

Maharishi thanked him for his thoughtfulness. And paused to seek king’s full attention before he pitched his side of the story. He wanted to make sure king was well informed of the history and the events that led to the current situation. He didn’t want to lead him into any direction other that the objective truth of his own experience. He was pretty sure an outline would be good enough, for he knew, the king had a good imagination to fill in the voids.

Maharishi , in very measured words, explained to the king the entire development on this side of his empire, starting from the attack on the congregation, his own revenge, establishment of Sur Sena and finally the rise of Kansa. And Kansa's decision to “home-arrest” not only Ugrasen but also Vasudev and Devki. And the imminent threat to the life of Vasudev for which he had to plant a prophecy.

King smiled at the intelligence of Maharishi for having saved Vasudev without any conflict or bloodshed. First he assured Maharishi the congregation had nothing to fear. He offered them to move to his side of Yamuna where they could stay without disturbance — taxation would be least of their worries in Kuru's land. He almost laughed at the idea of taxing a congregation. What kind of a king would dare such a loathsome law, on a land that technically didn’t even belong to him! In a way, it was like taxing the research and innovation - a sure shot way to stifle the growth in your land while handing over the opportunity to your enemies.

Second, after a little pause, he said — we need to strengthen our presence in this area so that Kansa may know there is a limit to his excesses.

But what would you say the reason for deployments? I am sure people will ask and so will your own council — asked Maharishi. Shantanu understood Maharishi didn’t want to turn the Ashrama into a war zone.

Maharishi was well aware that any political help always comes with strings attached. Those strings may not be visible now but they would someday show up. He also knew that as a strategy, empires always look for means to fight on the foreign lands. He didn’t want the Ashrama burnt in evil spirits of aggression or insurgence. The King immediately understood that Maharishi had a deep appreciation of politics. He was already enjoying this discussion with Maharishi. He wished Dev had a chance to learn from the best thinker of the time.

King thought for a while — there was actually no reason for him to move forces in this area. Kansa had made sure all his deeds were limited to the other side of Yamuna. Moving armies was neither easy nor cheap. Plus , once the army is moved , there must be a good reason to sustain them — an active conflict, or a civil war or ‘at the very least’ an unrest! In fact, the deployment of forces cause unrest even in otherwise peaceful lands.

Seeing the king lost on ideas, Maharishi suggested a plan — Maharaaj if you don’t mind, I may suggest something!

As the king nodded, Maharishi added — there is a beautiful island in the middle of Yamuna. You may buy the island from Kansa for cheap because it is believed to be a haunted island. Once you have a specific property, you may deploy your craftsmen to develop the island and along with them you may deploy a small undercover protection unit. Such actions would neither raise an alarm with the locals nor would you need to go to your council for funding. It’s like putting a stake in the ground without exposing any intent - good or ill.

Maharishi stopped to catch a breath and check king’s reaction , he further added — In coming months and years, I am planning to move the congregation to this island. Depending on how much time you have in this visit, if you come to the island with me, you would sure appreciate the scenic (and strategic) value of this place - both during war for anchoring the armies; and in peace time for enhancing the trade since Mathura is growing leaps and bounds. There is new route that has been found to the Arabian sea in the west. This route is looking very promising for trade with deep south (now a days known as Mumbai) where travel inland was almost impossible.

The King felt excited, but for a different reason. The idea of having an island developed for the Yogies with best of his own craftsmen could be his legacy. Most kings of his time, built large palaces or monuments - Shantanu wanted to do something different. Something that had a direct and visible impact. He didn’t yet know the plan Maharishi had in his mind — to harvest the potential of palm trees for the purpose of scribing, only available on the island.

King spoke with conviction — Maharishi , if you are keen on the island, I am sure it has the merit of a good investment. Let me send a messenger to Kansa tonight when I return. And sure, let us visit the place tomorrow. Meanwhile, I will also send a message to Dev to summon his best craftsmen and a small protection unit for the Ashrama.

Having gone through the essentials, King added — Maharishi I have few other topics that I wanted to run by you to seek your advice.

Maharishi was very pleased with king’s positive response. He folded his hands to thank the king — Now I know why they call you the true emperor of these lands O’Rajan (a respectful but affectionate way to address a king). May you be blessed with all you want. And , please feel free to share anything on your mind with absolute confidence!

13.2

The king took his time. He wanted to make sure he chose the right words though the ideas were still not fully framed in his mind. Finally, he said — Maharishi, I have been traveling across the kingdom and many times dressed like a local to blend with people. I find that people are generally happy but the bureaucracy is lost into the rituals - and rituals have become a means to splurge.

He continued - Even the poor citizens who can’t afford rituals are forced into such acts because of social pressures. At times I noticed they were sacrificing the wooden currency that Dev started for supplying Gangajal to pay for the rituals. I like celebrations, but it is getting to a point where we are losing focus on the work. I guess I am finding diminishing work ethics, and this is leading to lessening prosperity. Citizens are not much ready to face a catastrophe as their previous generation were. No one seems to understand that we, as a race are not immune to calamities, and God only helps those who help themselves. I am not sure if it is with in the rights of a king to bring a sense of work ethics back to the masses, or if this message was something that might be led by a Maharishi such as you.

Maharishi thought for a while. He felt his worst nightmare was turning into truth. He always thought the rituals had only symbolic value. He believed Naad Yogies must only convey the messages of sages, and not indulge in building their own communities. Communities were for the kings to build (and maintain) not for the Yogies. But then, he recalled his vow to never author a book himself. And he didn’t want to spearhead a mass campaign without well crafted written down scripture to back it up. He brought his gaze back to the king — Maharaaj (O king of kings), this message must be for the next generation for it is hard to change the value system of current one. It is for your son (and my son) to craft, plan and communicate such a narrative. And they must do so at their own impulse — not as an instigation from us two.

King was impressed with the wisdom of Maharishi. A big load off his chest as he understood we all must pass on the baton to the next generation. As he tried to relax uncomfortably in his back-less seat, Maharishi figured the king needed rest. He suggested that the king might want to resume the conversation after a little nap, and also if he would like to address the entire congregation during day closure event?

What happens in day closure event? — Shantanu asked with curiosity.

Maharishi responded — Nothing special Maharaj. It is when entire Ashrama gets together — teachers, students, workers, their families —  for paying homage to the setting sun — for the gift of the day gone by, and the light that came into us!

13.3

Congregation had a separate room for guests to sleep. The room had wooden sleepers across the roof holding up interlocking stones, and was spacious. The room could accommodate a decent size group. The key attraction was the paddle fan, powered by rotation of a windmill on top. King was very impressed by the engineering particularly for all the equipment was made of wood. No metal or bricks. There was a big pedestal of wood, with white cotton cloth that could double up as a large bed. As king stretched his back, he thought about the events of the day. His mind kept going back to Satyawati. He didn’t know when he fell asleep. It must be good two hours before his sleep was broken by a slow knock on the door. It was little Dwaipayana. He bowed down and asked if King was ready to join the students and Maharishi. He spoke fluent Sanskrit at this young age. Pleasantly surprised, king lifted the young boy in his one arm and headed out fixing his attire with the other.

Maharishi had around twenty Aacharayas, each with similar number of students. Very few compared to other more commercially oriented Gurukuls, for Maharishi was really picky in choosing the students. Since there was always a threat of Asuras, students were extensively trained in arms and physical strength, in addition to hard curricula of scriptures. They all stood up as the king entered the open space surrounded with big Banyan trees. There was no roof. The sunlight was passing through the Banyans to the ground and one could hear the gushing waters of Yamuna nearby. It was a peaceful place. King took a seat by Maharishi. Maharishi introduced the king and asked him to address the students and also pitch the questions if he might like to. It was customary for the visiting faculties , sages and leaders to interact directly with the students, to gauge their learning path as well as to suggest new directions.

After thanking Maharishi and the students for taking the time without a planned schedule, king talked couple of minutes about the state of the administration. The great work that his son was doing on the water ways. He was particularly excited to share that everyone was getting Ganges pure water on daily basis for drinking. The peaceful treaties with most of the neighboring states and still unresolved conflicts with Asuras. He finally got down the issue of exponential increase in number and extent of rituals. To keep the question open-ended, he asked — What you all think about Naad Yoga versus Nyaan Yoga. Which is better and why?

Looking at Dwaipayana , the king suggested they speak from youngest to the eldest so that youngsters got first chance. He obviously wanted to hear Dwaipayana — the magical boy everyone talked about everywhere.

Dwaipayana stood up. He folded both his hands and looked up to Maharishi for his permission to speak. Having seen the nod, he met king’s curious gaze and said — Maharaaj Yoga is a method to connect with our inner spirit — Atma. It is immaterial how one accomplishes this key element, for the peace is elusive to those who aren’t connected to themselves. That said Nyaan Yoga and Naad Yoga are like two wheels of a chariot. It is incumbent on Nyaan Yogies to decrypt the knowledge and in the same manner Naad Yogies are obligated to convey that knowledge as accurately as humanly possible. Think of these as two banks of a mighty river. The water that flows in this river is known as ‘information’. Just the way people use water for different purposes — for a thirsty, it quenches the thirst — for a farmer it is the means of irrigation — for a sailor it is transport ; Information may be used by people in different ways but the ultimate goal of everyone is to use this information for connecting to themselves - their internal knowledge.

Maharishi was satisfied with the answer. This was a standard message he gave to all the scholars. This was the code of conduct for aspiring Yogies, whichever stream they might choose -Nyaan Yoga or Naad Yoga.

King was thoroughly impressed with the equanimity of the views held by a ten-year-old. There was no doubt in the young teen. His thoughts as clear as the bright sunny day. The king, however, wanted to hear more. He added — I can’t agree more, but I have a follow-up for the little Yogi. If I may, and he looked at Maharishi for approval.

After getting a green signal from Maharishi, king asked - What if one of the bank of this “river of information” gets weak such that it leads to leakage or floods, who is there to fix it?

King didn’t want to mention anything controversial about expanding scope of rituals in a general gathering. He thus planted a subtle question. Maharishi smiled at the tactfulness of king though he expected nothing less. He was worried if Dwaipayana could handle such an indirect comment.

It didn’t take a minute for young student to respond — Maharaaj, the kingdom is the community of the king. That is the reason king is sometimes called Praja Pati - one who owns the people. It is for the king to shape his garden the way he deems right. If one bank gives way, it must be fortified. All Ashramas have autonomy on what (and how) they teach, but if their teachings impact the community, it is for the king to manage the situation. For example even Asuras have their own Maharishis. They even have their kingdom managed by Asura Maharishi Vrishaparvan. King chose to give them a separate land, far North, because their message appeared to break the fabric of Kuru society. Like wise no school is beyond king’s ultimate responsibility, be it a school of Nyaan Yoga or Naad Yoga.

King was struck with the speed and clarity that Dwaipayana responded with. His mind as sharp as his keen eyes. Knowledge seemed to flow from him. Even Maharishi was pleasantly surprised. He didn’t recall he ever shared politics of the prevailing situation with the students — Dwaipayana seemed to have gained the perspective on his own - a self learning “Intelligence” of the highest order.

King continued the conversations — Since you spoke about king’s responsibilities Dwaipayana, what else do you think is important for king? — his eyes full of appreciation. He was genuinely curious what a child Yogi thought about a king’s job description.

Dwaipayana folded his hands. He said — Maharaaj, I have no experience of the politics so I seek pardon before I share what I have gathered from scriptures.

King looked at the child prodigy with love and respect - Your views are of immense value to me. And I seek your vantage for I am truly curious. This is not a test. This is a conversation.

Having understood where the king was coming from, Dwaipayana spoke calmly - Maharaaj king’s first responsibility is security of his lands. He must establish an undisputed border with his adjacent kingdoms for without a well-defined border there exists no kingdom. The border petrol must carry King’s vision. They must not stop humans to commute across the border. Their purpose is to weed out foreign aggressors.

• Second is law and order because a kingdom always have a bigger threat from internal chaos.
• Third, is “right to work” without any prejudice attached, because unproductive people seek abrupt changes.
• Fourth is a well grounded succession plan, because most anarchies occur during transfer of power,
• And finally a king must provide his citizens an able queen, for only a woman may speak “heart to heart” with fairer population. Information travels faster in women than it does with men. As such, queen plays the vital role of managing quicker informal communications. Thus scripture demands a king to have a wedded queen at all the times.

The king was perplexed at the last comment. No one ever told him that scriptures mandated a queen. He asked Dwaipayana to elaborate more on the last point.

The way men take pride in their King and seek leadership from him, women do so in their queen. Gender harmony is the basis of Monarchy. In fact - it is for this reason, Kings are permitted to have more than one queen - Dwaipayana said without losing his calm posture as if it didn’t matter he was talking to the emperor in a public gathering.

The king was satisfied. He checked all the points well except for the last one. His council was always after him to formally marry Ganga and after she left, there were many proposals duly vetted by his council. But no one had ever explained to him “why” the way Dwaipayana put it. He did spend more time with other senior students, and had many of his trivial questions answered. He didn’t realize the sun was already setting in the west - time passed quickly.

13.4

On his way out, the king asked Maharishi the plan for meeting up at the island. He also wanted to discuss further, the affirmative action that he must take to curb and contain the rituals. Maharishi smiled and said - Maharaaj, many times the best way to contain something is to ignore it. If you must do something, then you might consider giving the people a new narrative. Sometimes, the best way to shorten a line is to draw a slightly bigger line by it’s side. The way Nyaan Yoga is for knowledge seekers, and Naad Yoga is for communicators, a king may have his own ideology - Karm Yoga - action orientation and acting righteously. And frankly, I think peace is only accessible to those who act righteously.

What exactly is Karm Yoga - king had never heard of this term before.

Maharishi thought it wouldn’t be justice to the king, or to the concept itself, to explain it as an ‘out of the door’ discussion. But this was probably the only window he would ever get to rope a seed in king’s mind - Mahaaraj in nutshell, Karm Yoga is doing exactly what the physical situation demands of us. Important aspect is to do it with without desires of favorable outcomes. Desires - he though for a second - because desires either force us to do something different, or they make us actionless. The natural meaning of “desire” is you are not happy in your current situation and you want to make a change to it - you want to change the world. A Karmyogi is always happy in the current situation. He works not to change the situation but as directed by the situation.

King was impressed with the simplicity of idea. He also realized getting rid of desires was an uphill task. He asked — Maharishi is there any scripture that I could refer to. Have you written down your thoughts?

Maharishi responded with a smile — Maharaaj, this scripture is yet to be written for the scripture of this sort only elucidate the actions of Karm Yogi - in difficult circumstances - under unforeseen conditions. Before we write something down, we need a public figure to act righteously — an entire life. We are waiting for such a leader!

King was a bit intrigued with a blunt answer — most other scriptures are written by sages without a specific example. Why this one needs to follow a true story?

Question was valid. Maharishi understood the spirit - Maharaaj if I write this as something that I think, than it would purely be my point of view. How might one be certain that what he thought was right? Only TRUTH — that really happened in physical reality — is something that may be treated beyond speculation!

King smiled in response. He got the message and he understood the deep wisdom. Karm Yoga must be a path in the middle of the river. Karmyoga can’t be realized through arguments - it must be explained through conduct. He thought why Dev - his son and worthy heir, was so popular with masses. He was big on knowledge, and communication, but more importantly, he was the “man of actions”. Always busy in his own act - a Karm Yogi. He would always do what the situation demanded of him. May be Karm Yoga is something he naturally enacted. King saw new possibilities taking shape as the next generation of Dev and Dwaipayana take the reins. He felt satisfied, and at the same time he thought Dev and Dwaipayana must meet. They were the keys to the new realm - a reality driven by Karm Yogies.

Before I leave, I have one more question Maharishi - What are your views on Bhakti Yoga.

Maharishi knew this question was coming. He was glad he didn’t had to compare Karm Yoga with Bhakti Yoga. He said - Rajan (addressing a king with love and affection), Bhakti Yoga is still in its infancy. The trend that is out there — to sit and chant mantras all day long, would soon change. The true emergence of Bhakti Yoga would be to take the example of a Karm Yogi and act righteously (as needed by the physical reality without the influence of desires) — by emulating them in one’s own life. The (to be written) scripture that I was alluding to, is not a story of a Karm Yogi alone, it is that of a Bhakti Yogi too.

With that, king finally made his way, along with three of the Ashram's best combat trained Yogies , and little Dwaipayana who were quietly listening to the conversation at the doorsteps of Ashrama.

He was already late for his next meeting…

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