A funny story: I am also a hermit

Compilation: Pratibha Thakkar

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'Hey man, I'll give you your assignments tomorrow.' Rutwa begged Aart.

'What are you doing, man? It's been a month since he got the assignment topics, haven't you written yet? Copy cat in it. 'Art said angrily.

"Yes, let it be, you are not all sincere like you, there are many other things besides studying like enjoying life, but you don't understand, Bhaneshri." Rutva speaks jokingly than a lot of exposed hair.

‘I don’t even understand. My mother! ' Aarti shook hands and both of them started laughing.

"If I give, but tomorrow I should get all my assignments back to the way they are, otherwise they will not be given in the next semester," he said.

'Yes student of the year, your assignments will get you back in the same situation tomorrow. I will go soon, start writing, I will have to wake up tonight, it will be over. ' Rutva speaks to Activa hitting the self and running away flying Activa.

Arat is a son of a father who sells vegetables and a mother who works in another's house. Poor family living with dignity even in very poor conditions. Aart is very gifted in teaching. The invaluable price of every drop of sweat of the parents was paid by giving them a life of happiness and comfort. And always strived to successfully complete his determination. Aart would get a scholarship for coming first in the class every year so that the burden of education would not fall on the parents. Arat goes to college in the morning and helps her father sell vegetables in the evening. Do your own study at night. Many of Aart's friends were very wealthy father's sons and daughters. With all due respect to Aart.

Rutva is the daughter of one of the richest mother-father in Aart's friends group. Raised in a very pampered and very pampered by her parents. The situation where he gets milk if he asks for water at home. Rutwa's father is the biggest businessman in the city. Rutva loved, respected and honored her mother and father just as much.

Arat and Rutva are best friends. The two share all the stories with each other. Be a moral support to each other in times of trouble and also give advice. Don't hide anything from each other. But nowadays she rarely talks to Rutva, Aart and other college friends. College also began to come low. Lectures began to bunk. Never do that before. Such behavior of Rutwa to all friends and especially Aart felt strange. What could be the point? Why is Rutva doing this?

'Hello what's up man? Isn't that a problem? ' Aart called Rutwa and asked.

'Oh no no no problem. What are you doing to the ball? ' Rutwa said changing the subject.

'Don't change your mind ... there is something you are hiding from me. What is the real ball? ' Arat now spoke angrily.

'Good morning when we meet in college, let's all talk. Don't be angry. ' Rutwa said calming Aart.

Today, Aart had no interest in teaching college, selling vegetables, eating or drinking. Even at night Ruth's thoughts did not let him sleep. His morning barely fell. And then he got ready and left for college. Rutwa was just about to meet him in the college canteen.

At 9 in the morning, Rutva arrived in the college canteen in a very plain dress to meet Aart. Arat was eagerly waiting for him. As soon as Rutva came, he immediately asked, 'Yes, now what is the problem with the ball?'

'Hey, no problem, I've got a good idea and I'm determined to do it.' Rutva speaks with strong morale.

'What idea? Strong for what? You're a real spit fire and that's exactly what we like on this site CC! ' Aart's patience was now being tested.

'I have decided to give up this worldly fascination and retire. I have to do something for the people in the society to suffer so much pain, suffering, difficulties. And so I have to adopt the path of religion and serve the society and also convert people to the creed of religion. It aims to spread peace, prosperity and brotherhood throughout the world. Rutva speaks in a calm tone.

'Hey man can do social service even while living in the world, what is the need to take for it? Who made you think of this? ' A tangle of questions arose in Aart's mind.

'No, I have already decided. I'm not going to be affected by your words, so it's better if you don't answer any questions. ' Rutva speaks rising from the table.

Aart's condition became such that if he was cut, blood would not come out. Moreover, he did not understand what Rutva thought. But now he did not think it appropriate to give any advice to Rutwa, so the two went to the lecture after talking so much. However, Aart's mind was not in the lecture. Rutva was worried about what had happened to her and what to do about it. As soon as the lecture was over, Rutva went somewhere after completing one lecture as per her rules.

Aarti, Rutva decides where to go in whose company and decides to become a hermit like Rutva herself. He also started attending Baba's meetings with Rutwani and started serving there. In a short time, Arat became Baba's most beloved disciple. Baba also persuaded Aart to take sannyas and come to live in the ashram. For a few days, Aart did nothing against Rutwani in the meeting. A few days later when Rutva came to listen to Baba's discourse, she became speechless after seeing Aart.

'Hey, are you here? Since when In such clothes? When did he retire? ' Rutwa rained questions on Arat with surprise.

Aarti only smiled in response. Seeing the calm, gentle serious expression on her face like a monk, Rutva was looking confused. Many days passed. Arat has now become Baba's right hand.

'Arat, there is a rumor of four or five girls, I persuaded them to retire by teaching me a bandage, two of them had decided, but have not come to the ashram yet, you pay some attention to that, girls should not run away. I know that only nuns are useful in increasing our bank balance. Yes..yes..yes. ' Baba called Aart in his samadhi room and said rolling his eyes.

"Hey Baba, don't worry at all, one of these is my friend, and now that I've become your disciple, I've learned a lot too. In two or three days, those girls will be in the ashram." Aarte said pressing Baba's feet.

From the next day onwards, Aart fell into another commotion so much that Rutwa did not even get to the meeting. Baba was very happy on Aart. Being smart and technically sound, he could do all the work of Baba easily and now he got complete knowledge of how every work of Baba is done. Arat Baba was aware of all the businesses hidden from the rogue, innocent devotees, and innocent people.

Tomorrow, Rutva was also to retire and come to live in the ashram. Rutva's parents were saddened by her decision, but Rutva could not afford one or two. That is, I had no choice but to agree to the rut. A grand program was organized to retire Rutwa tomorrow morning. The next night Arat came to meet Rutwa at home.

'Are you here all night? What ministry has Baba assigned? ' Rutva asked Aarta innocently.

'Yes, there is a lot of work to be done today.' Aart's voice was full of anger.

'One thing I have come to give you. This is a recording of all the hospitality of Baba in a pen drive. No one should be informed about this. Let me go, I have to hand over the treasure of Baba's hospitality to another place. ' Arat stepped out of there with a firm face.

Rather than attaching a pendrive to a smart TV, Rutva herself has been proud and happy to be fully involved in Baba's hospitality since yesterday. And, Saharsh looks at the content of the pendrive on the TV by calling his mom and dad in the living room. Suddenly seeing some scenes, Rutwana and her parents' feet seem to slip from the ground, shatter, their eyes begin to darken. Rutva calls Aart late at night but Aart does not receive his call. One of the three could not sleep at night and was waiting to wake up and get Aart to resolve many doubts.

In the morning, the headline was heard in the breaking news on TV at Rutwana's house, 'Today's most shocking news, Baba's bust, Baba's liquor den, rape, smuggling, arrest overnight for involvement in big drug scams, Baba's right hand was exposed.

The doorbell rings, Rutwa embraces Aart, his mom and dad also laugh and tears of joy flow in the eyes of the four of them in the joy of being revived.

(Note: This story is not written for any one religion but for all religions.)