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The Temple In The Fog
(© Biswapriya Purkayastha)

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"Itís not a good road. Nobody goes that way."

This was obviously not true Ė the path, though not broad, was clearly in use Ė but Iíd learnt long ago that it wasnít wise to unnecessarily disturb the natives. Theyíre primitive, superstitious people, and can panic at anything. To start off on the wrong foot with one of them might get me a reputation as a harbinger of evil as long as I remained posted to the district.

"All right," I said. "Have it your way." I turned my horse towards the path heíd indicated. Once I looked back over my shoulder, and through the fog I saw that he was standing outside his kiln, still watching me.

By the time I found the dak bungalow, the sun had finally burned the fog away, and had taken the chill out of the air. The building was not in particularly good repair, with peeling walls and a veranda the roof of which was missing on one side, but it was large and sprawling, and I decided at a glance that it would do. In my many years in India Iíd often had to live in places much worse than this.

The bungalow was charmingly sited. Behind it, on the other side of a little river, wooded hillocks reached up towards the sky. On either side, the scrub forest stretched, like embracing arms, enveloping the dak bungalow and the path by which Iíd ridden. †

At my call, an aged chowkidar appeared, and led my horse away after unlocking the bungalow. "My name is Chedupuram, sahib," he said when heíd returned. "I will get you some water for you to wash."

He was a magnificent specimen of the best sort of native, tall and strong-boned, with a high brow and a magnificent set of moustaches. If only his skin had not been the colour of old mahogany and his eyes black as pitch, you might have put him in a sergeant-majorís uniform in the Coldstream Guards and nobody, I wager, would have been any the wiser.

"Thank you," I said. "And youíve lived in this place all your life?"

"Yes, sahib." He pointed to a small hut behind the dak bungalow. "That is my home."

The dak gharry with my trunk seemed to be taking a very long time to arrive. When it finally did, I went to ask the driver why heíd taken his time.

"It is a long way past the old clock tower, sahib," he said, as he unloaded my trunk.

"Why?" I pointed in the direction of the straight path through the forest Iíd seen earlier. "Thereís a much shorter way."

He paused and glanced quickly at me out of the corner of his eye. "No, sahib. That is not a good way."

These peoplesí superstitions were really quite ridiculous, I thought, but at least my things had finally arrived. Later, as the dusk lay thick outside and the huge moths flapped softly against the lamp, I decided to ask Chedupuram about it.

"Really, sahib," he replied, not looking at me, "that is not a good way. You were told rightly not to go by that path."

"Why?" I asked reasonably. "Whatís wrong with it?"

He didnít want to tell me at first, but gave in after I demanded an answer. You have to be firm with these natives. "It is the evil godís path."

I frowned. "What do you mean by evil god? Iíve been in Hindustan thirty years, and Iíve never heard of an evil god."

"He lives in this land though, sahib," he said.

"Who lives in this land?" I demanded. "Who is this evil god?"

So Chedupuram sat down and told me the tale of the god Mootaipoochi and his consort, Kuruda.


THE STORY OF MOOTAIPOOCHI AND KURUDA

Many years ago, when the sun was bright and new and the moon so close to the earth that a man could climb on his roof and reach out to touch it, a god was angry. Nobody knows why he was angry; it is not for us to judge the gods. But his temper was directed at the king of a kingdom far to the north, whose name was Kazhuththu. He told the king to leave his kingdom, or he would consume it in fire.

Now Kazhuththu was a great king, an honest and just king, whom all the people loved. So when the god told the monarch to abandon his kingdom, the people, all of them, down to the youngest child who played in the fields, together and in one voice decided to follow their king into exile. They picked up all their possessions, took along their horses and their cattle and their dogs and cats, and all of them went along with the king. It is said that even the rats and mice of the kingdom loved Kazhuththu so much that they followed along, slinking in the grass behind the people.

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