The Vaidyar

The man should be in his fifties. He has jet black hair and moosh. He met L during the Aranya Commune meeting and keeps visiting off and on. He had some issues with land - his relatives were not giving him land that his father had rightfully bought. One day he got really frustrated and asked Louis, 'I want kill one man and not catch police. You know?' L got very alarmed 'No no. No killing. Killing not good. Ahimsa, ahimsa.' He replies, 'No problem. Killing only the body not the soul.'

The other day I told him that my friend S was in Sengottai and his immediate response was, 'Lets go there and print kalla notes.' I said, 'How are you going to print them.' 'No problem, buying one computer, scanning note and printing.' 'What are you going to do with the notes?' 'Give to everybody. You are happy with someone, give them thousand ruppees.' The other day he told me how he and Bangalore sAmiyAr had made gold. Some involved process with turusa chunnam and stuff which cannot be revealed here :-) 'We started with a 2gm ring and in the end it was 4gm. The sAmiyAr asked his lackey to sell it for Rs.4000.' He has apparently had many out of the body experiences when he was deeply into yoga. He says, 'If there is a festival in TiruvaNNAmalai, he would hear the temple bell tolling in his head.' The other day L and I had gone to TanjavUr and L got conned by one Kashmiri salesman into buying a Tibetan bowl for some two thousand bucks. So L wants to impress our vaidyar with the bowl and gets it to resonate. Vaidyar says, 'This no good. Do yoga and you hear bell in your head. MaNi Osai ketkum.'

I saw him again a month back after a long absence. This time the hair and moosh were grey. I asked him what happened and he says, 'Peri aataa is upset that I am spending on paint. She doesn't understand how important it is.'