Chapter 7: Vishwa Ji

In the rough patch of desert near Jaiselmer, there existed a track, a track hardly used by the planes. It was fully covered with the pinching sands of Rajasthan. It was difficult to imagine something could even land there. Suddenly, a plane hovered around it and was coming towards the track. It seemed like it will land here and finally it did. The huge noise of the landing could probably be heard from a long distance, but there was no one to even lend eyes to such a loud bang. Eventually the plane comes to a halt. Three people came out, and as soon as they came out, the plane was ready to leave and it made its way out of that place. one of the man was in beard, looking like a saint and the other two were strong men, with proper clothes on. The old man makes a call and talks, 'Make a quick arrangement for me to go to Delhi Again, the Ministry expects me there. And please, let no one know about my trip here.'. The call was disconnected and the trio went to the car waiting for them outside. They packed in and the car rolled on.
'There is a terrible news for you, Vishwa ji. Guruji is no more with us. He demised two days back. It was decided not to disturb you during the trip. Thus no one informed you. He died after he burned the Ajarved. His body is yet to be found and we are all worried, about the people who are getting involved in this. So you were called here and a few major members are here to discuss the situation with you. ', The driver took a long breathe and relaxed.
'Why was i not informed about this situation. Things have acted so crazily. Do u people realize the gravity of the situation or just want to be a worthless organization. You people should have at least said something. Any news with the police?'
'He was seen being shooted at, after he burnt the book.Police says, they are still searching for him. It seems all the proves were removed from the place. it is still not released to the public about him. This could create panic and the situations are not good right now in India to discuss his absence.'
'I understand'. And then the talks came to a standstill with the sound of the car motor more vibrant then before. They were fast approaching their destination. Near the border of Pakistan, lies a small village of old men and Women. Outside the village, lies a cottage. The car stopped there. There were a few people waiting for them. As soon as they arrived, all of them except the security with old man stayed outside.
'Sorry Vishwa ji but we did not have any other choice, informing you and calling you here to India would be very dangerous as people would realize what is going on and the people who took his body would be more conscious about us and specially you. So it was rather decided not to inform you. But now the situation has come very grave. His body is no where to be found and so is the person who hit him. The book was found burnt, though the ashes were not found as we saw it burning. We thought, you were the best person to take his place. So we unanimously took a decision about you and have chosen you as our president.'
'Thanks for all the hope and support. I really don't know whether i would be able to take Guruji's place but i will try my level best to support the cause which he always did. He was a great man. My mentor, my soul and my guiding star. Probably he would not like me to be weak. Lets swear by this day, his hopes and our Organization is able to serve the mission we always live for.'
The people parted and Vishwa ji was back to the plane which took him. And he left again.