Punctually at midday he opened his bag and spread out his professional
equipment, which consisted of a dozen cowrie shells, a square piece of cloth with
obscure mystic charts on it, a notebook and a bundle of palmyra writing. His
forehead was resplendent with sacred ash and vermilion, and his eyes sparkled
with a sharp abnormal gleam which was really an outcome of a continual
searching look for customers, but which his simple clients took to be a prophetic
light and felt comforted.
The power of his eyes was considerably enhanced by their position—placed as
they were between the painted forehead and the dark whiskers which streamed
down his cheeks: even a half-wit's eyes would sparkle in such a setting. To crown
the effect he wound a saffron-colored turban around his head. This colour scheme
never failed.
People were attracted to him as bees are attracted to cosmos or dahlia stalks. He
sat under the boughs of a spreading tamarind tree which flanked a path running
through the Town Hall Park. It was a remarkable place in many ways: a surging
crowd was always moving up and down this narrow road morning till night.
A variety of trades and occupations was represented all along its way: medicinesellers, sellers of stolen hardware and junk, magicians and, above all, an auctioneer
of cheap cloth, who created enough din all day to attract the whole town. Next
to him in vociferousness came a vendor of fried groundnuts, who gave his ware
a fancy name each day, calling it Bombay Ice-Cream one day, and on the next
Delhi Almond, and on the third Raja's Delicacy, and so on and so forth, and
people flocked to him. A considerable portion of this crowd dallied before the
astrologer too. The astrologer transacted his business by the light of a flare which
crackled and smoked up above the groundnut heap nearby.
Half the enchantment of the place was due to the fact that it did not have the
benefit of municipal lighting. The place was lit up by shop lights. One or two
had hissing gaslights, some had naked flares stuck on poles, some were lit up by
old cycle lamps and one or two, like the astrologer's, managed without lights of
their own. It was a bewildering criss-cross of light rays and moving shadows.
This suited the astrologer very well, for the simple reason that he had not in the
least intended to be an astrologer when he began life; and he knew no more of
what was going to happen to others than he knew what was going to happen to
himself next minute. He was as much a stranger to the stars as were his innocent
customers. Yet he said things which pleased and astonished everyone: that was
more a matter of study, practice and shrewd guesswork. All the same, it was as
much an honest man's labour as any other, and he deserved the wages he carried
home at the end of a day.
He had left his village without any previous thought or plan. If he had continued
there he would have carried on the work of his forefathers—namely, tilling the
land, living, marrying and ripening in his cornfield and ancestral home. But
that was not to be. He had to leave home without telling anyone, and he could
not rest till he left it behind a couple of hundred miles. To a villager it is a great
deal, as if an ocean flowed between.
He had a working analysis of mankind's troubles: marriage, money and the
tangles of human ties. Long practice had sharpened his perception. Within five
minutes he understood what was wrong. He charged three pice per question
and never opened his mouth till the other had spoken for at least ten minutes,
which provided him enough stuff for a dozen answers and advices. When he
told the person before him, gazing at his palm, "In many ways you are not
getting the fullest results for your efforts," nine out of ten were disposed to agree
with him. Or he questioned: "Is there any woman in your family, maybe even a
distant relative, who is not well disposed towards you?" Or he gave an analysis
of character: "Most of your troubles are due to your nature. How can you be
otherwise with Saturn where he is? You have an impetuous nature and a rough
exterior." This endeared him to their hearts immediately, for even the mildest of
us loves to think that he has a forbidding exterior.
The nuts-vendor blew out his flare and rose to go home. This was a signal for the
astrologer to bundle up too, since it left him in darkness except for a little shaft of
green light which strayed in from somewhere and touched the ground before
him. He picked up his cowrie shells and paraphernalia and was putting themback into his bag when the green shaft of light was blotted out; he looked up
and saw a man standing before him. He sensed a possible client and said: "You
look so careworn. It will do you good to sit down for a while and chat with me."
The other grumbled some vague reply. The astrologer pressed his invitation;
whereupon the other thrust his palm under his nose, saying: "You call yourself
an astrologer?" The astrologer felt challenged and said, tilting the other's palm
towards the green shaft of light: "Yours is a nature ..." "Oh, stop that," the other
said. "Tell me something worthwhile. . . ."
Our friend felt piqued. "I charge only three pice per question, and what you get
ought to be good enough for your money ..." At this the other withdrew his arm,
took out an anna and flung it out to him, saying, "I have some questions to ask.
If I prove you are bluffing, you must return that anna to me with interest."
"If you find my answers satisfactory, will you give me five rupees?"
"No."
"Or will you give me eight annas?"
"All right, provided you give me twice as much if you are wrong," said the
stranger. This pact was accepted after a little further argument. The astrologer
sent up a prayer to heaven as the other lit a cheroot. The astrologer caught a
glimpse of his face by the matchlight. There was a pause as cars hooted on the
road, jutka drivers swore at their horses and the babble of the crowd agitated the
semi-darkness of the park. The other sat down, sucking his cheroot, puffing out,
sat there ruthlessly. The astrologer felt very uncomfortable. "Here, take your
anna back. I am not used to such challenges. It is late for me today. . . ."
He made preparations to bundle up. The other held his wrist and said, "You
can't get out of it now. You dragged me in while I was passing." The astrologer
shivered in his grip; and his voice shook and became faint. "Leave me today. I
will speak to you tomorrow." The other thrust his palm in his face and said,
"Challenge is challenge. Go on." The astrologer proceeded with his throat drying
up. "There is a woman . . ."
"Stop," said the other. "I don't want all that. Shall I succeed in my present search
or not? Answer this and go. Otherwise I will not let you go till you disgorge all
your coins." The astrologer muttered a few incantations and replied, "All right. I
will speak. But will you give me a rupee if what Iwill not open my mouth, and you may do what you like." After a good deal
of haggling the other agreed. The astrologer said, "You were left for dead.
Am I right? "
"Ah, tell me more."
"A knife has passed through you once?" said the astrologer.
"Good fellow!" He bared his chest to show the scar. "What else?"
"And then you were pushed into a well nearby in the field. You were left for
dead."
"I should have been dead if some passerby had not chanced to peep into the
well," exclaimed the other, overwhelmed by enthusiasm. "When shall I get at
him?" he asked, clenching his fist.
"In the next world," answered the astrologer. "He died four months ago in a
far-off town. You will never see any more of him." The other groaned on hearing
it. The astrologer proceeded :
"Guru Nayak—"
"You know my name!" the other said, taken aback.
"As I know all other things. Guru Nayak, listen carefully to what I have to say.
Your village is two days' journey due north of this town. Take the next train and
be gone. I see once again great danger to your life if you go from home." He
took out a pinch of sacred ash and held it out to him. "Rub it on your forehead
and go home. Never travel southward again, and you will live to be a hundred."
"Why should I leave home again?" the other said reflectively. "I was only going
away now and then to look for him and to choke out his life if I met him." He
shook his head regretfully "He has escaped my hands. I hope at least he died as he deserved." "Yes," said the astrologer. "He was crushed under a lorry." The
other looked gratified to hear it.
The place was deserted by the time the astrologer picked up his articles and put them into his bag. The green shaft was also gone, leaving the place in darknes and silence. The stranger had gone off into the night, after giving the astrologer
a handful of coins.t was nearly midnight when the astrologer reached home. His wife was waiting for him at the door and demanded an explanation. He flung the coins at her and
said, "Count them. One man gave all that."
"Twelve and a half annas," she said, counting. She was overjoyed. "I can buy
some jaggery and coconut tomorrow. The child has been asking for sweets for so
many days now. I will prepare some nice stuff for her."
"The swine has cheated me! He promised me a rupee," said the astrologer. She
looked up at him. "You look worried. What is wrong?"
"Nothing."
After dinner, sitting on the pyol, he told her, "Do you know a great load is gone
from me today? I thought I had the blood of a man on my hands all these years.
That was the reason why I ran away from home, settled here and married you.
He is alive."
She gasped, "You tried to kill!"
"Yes, in our village, when I was a silly youngster. We drank, gambled and
quarrelled badly one day—why think of it now? Time to sleep," he said, yawning,
and stretched himself on the pyol.