Destiny weaves its own path

Nalla Pochamma was getting ready for her annual visit to her home on Earth, She  was excitedly and happily thinking about the bounties to bestow on her devotees on this visit. “My children have faced untold difficulties in the last few months”, she mused, “they have been afflicted with this Carona disease and the resultant, poverty and hardships. This year I will give the boon of peace and plenty, I will bless them with deliverance from misery and bless them with a good harvest, and prosperity and an end to this scourge they call Carona.” 

As goddess Pochamma was contemplating her coming visit to Earth and reminiscing about her previous visits , one of the maids came running into her Bhawan and falling down at the Goddesses feet, wailed, “Mother, the unthinkable has happened these humans have razed your home on Earth to the ground.” 

Hearing these words, Pochamma turned around and in a commanding voice asked, “Speak clearly woman, what are you saying. My devotees are busy at this time of the year, making preparations to welcome me who no matter how difficult the times are for them keep no stone unturned to welcome me with pomp and gaiety. They can never willingly destroy my home.”

Even as Pochamma was speaking to the Maid, another maid entered and prostrating before the Godesses said, “Mother, your home in the Secretariat of Hyderabad has been razed to the ground. We were making preparations for your visit to your earthly home and were shocked on hearing this news from Narada, Brahma’s Son who was travelling through Pataal lok.  He sent me to tell you and that he will come and give you the details..”

“Who dared do destroy my home, I will sever his head like I did Mahishasur’s”, roared Pochamma.

“Mother, these people have destroyed your home and that to at the time of your annual visit. Who will dare do this, have the Men forgotten your power do they think they can destroy our Mothers home and get away with it. Men have begun to think they are powerful and have now started challenging you.” the maid lamented in anger. 

“If My home has been destroyed, I will never set foot in that place again. ” Pochamma replied in a voice seething with anger. At this the walls of the room started shaking, “and I will teach these people who have destroyed my home a lesson they will not forget in this Yug. The pestilence that has afflicted the people will grow in numbers and eat away at all those who dared destroy my home. I will …..”

Before Pochamma could complete her words, Narada entered the chambers chanting, “Narayana Narayana, Mother before you say the words that will bring ruin and can never be taken back, please listen to me. Your home in the Hyderabad, near the building these people call the Secretariat has been demolished to make way for a new building. A place from which they want to Govern in a better way. There is one person and a few of his people who are  responsible for this sacrilege, you should punish them and not the innocent people who are more shocked, angry at this crime and fearful of your anger. They were making whatever preparations they could inspite of their difficulties. They are already in pain and suffering at the hands of the same people who destroyed your home. Please do not compound their suffering.” So saying he asked Pochamma to look down on the people of Telangana, and She was shocked to see her devotees struggling to make ends meet, scared of the disease they called Carona and living in fear of raising their voice with no succour in sight. She saw ill people waiting to die in State hospitals, others who were ill and having money but with no hospital to go to. She saw people with no hope in their eyes going about their daily life waiting for the virus to strike them. She saw them getting up in the morning with fear of the virus and the coming day in their eyes and the relief of going to bed without illness at night. Narada showed her the houses of the people who had given the orders to destroy her home, there was plenty there, houses more grand than her Bhawan, living better than the Gods themselves.

Seeing the people’s faith and the preparations they were making for her visit inspite of their pathetic condition, Nalla Pochamma asked Narada, “Why are these common people living like this. I have been blessing them with plenty for the last few years they should be wealthy and prosperous but most of them have no work, and are living on a pittance they call pension. And why are all these young men and women I have blessed with passing their University and other scholastic exams still unemployed. This was my most loved place on Earth, and I have been showering my bounty on these lands for the last few years. Yet, the people are more poor and helpless than they have been in the last sixty years.  What is happening in my beloved Telangana Narada”

Narada smiled and said, “Mother, the same person who had your home destroyed  is also responsible for the plight of these people.”

“But, how is this possible”, Pochamma asked “These people no longer have Kings and Queens some of who were cruel and wicked and ruled with the Sword. They  have a system for Governance called democracy. They are now Governed by the Laws they made and gave themselves”

Narada said, “Mother, you are full of love and believe in the goodness of Man. It is true these people have a system for electing their leaders, and once elected the Leader rules over them not unlike the Kings of old times, some are good and some are despots. These elections are like the boon that Lord Brahma bestowed on Shumbha and Nishumbha or Arunasur whom you destroyed, Once the elections are over the power they bestow on the Leaders makes them believe they are invincible and do as they please. They are a law unto themselves and no power on Earth can stop them. But whereas Lord Brahma and the other Gods had you and Vishnu and Shiva to help them destroy the powerful demons they created by their boons, these people have no recourse except to wait for the next time the Elections are held, but by then they are so emasculated and weakened by the System that the old guard ends up with more Power then before using money and sword.”

As Pochamma and Narada were moving around the place where the Nalla Pochamma’s temple lay in debris they saw two old men looking with distress at a couple of buildings. Noticing the Godesses’s curiosity Narada said, “that is Allah God of the Muslims and his angel Gabriel, their homes has also been destroyed along with yours.”

Pochamma approached Allah and Gabriel and said, “Narada tells me your home has also been destroyed along with mine. I am going to destroy the people responsible for doing this to my home.”

Gabriel replied, “Holy mother, our homes are being destroyed with impunity by this person. Last year our home in Amberpet was destroyed to build a road, we should have punished the infidel then, but he repented to our flock and promised to build a new one but till date not even a brick has been laid for it. And today two of our masjids were razed to the ground to build a new secretariat. Though this Man has again promised to rebuild a bigger masjid we have no faith in him or his words.”

At this point Allah thundered, “Enough, I will not tolerate it any more. I have been merciful and have forgiven that man his sin for desecrating my home but this time I shall make him pay. He shall know what pain is I shall take away everything he has and believes he has till eternity. I will make him repent for his Sins.”

Hearing these words, Pochamma said, “Allah I agree we have to teach these infidels a lesson. But we should punish the guilty, just like my children are innocent of this crime and are its victim. So also are your followers helpless against this Man they have made their leader who has destroyed our homes and hurt our children. Let us punish those involved in this heinous crime of destroying our homes.”

As Allah and Pochamma were discussing how to punish those guilty, they saw The Future coming towards them, there was a look of serene contentment on his face as though a big burden had been removed from his shoulders.

Both Allah and Pochamma asked, “Why are you looking so happy, does not the destruction you see around you sadden you.” Future replied, “I am saddened by the destruction of your homes and the coming misery and destruction you are going to unleash on the Guilty ones. But till today I was wondering how the old Secretariat building could destroy a Man and bring you both together to finish his reign as prophesised. By destroying the old Secretariat the Man tried to change destiny, just like Kansa thought that by killing his Sisters sons he could evade death as prophesized this person by razing down the old building tried to evade his destiny. But by razing down your homes he has done my work for me. Even as I was coming here, I was thinking how I could bring you two together for his doom is to come at both your hands. And for both your devotees and followers to jointly overthrow this person. And here you are working together to punish him and your believers and devotees will follow.  Now I can go back to moving ahead knowing the future as ordained will happen and the Guilty punished.