Manas lived with his mother, Maalini, in their small, warm cottage nestled at the edge of the village. Every day, Maalini taught him the art of fire vidya, guiding him through the ancient practices with patience and care. But no matter how hard he tried, Manas couldn't summon even the smallest spark.
One morning, after hours of trying, he slumped to the ground, frustrated. "It's no use, Maalini," he sighed, his voice heavy with disappointment. "I have no gift, no vidya. I'm useless!"
Maalini looked at him, her gaze tender and reassuring. She knelt down beside him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. "My dear Manas, you are not useless. You are unique. Vidya doesn't always come easily; sometimes, it takes time and effort beyond what we imagine."
Manas shook his head, staring down at his hands. "But you're so skilled, Maalini. I'm just… ordinary. I have nothing."
Maalini sighed, lifting his chin so he would look into her eyes. "Listen to me, Manas. Strength isn't just in vidya—it's in your spirit, in your determination. If vidya isn't coming to you yet, focus on building your physical strength. It will prepare you for what's to come."
Taking her words to heart, Manas threw himself into rigorous physical training. Each day, he pushed himself, determined to build his strength even if he had no magical abilities. He ran through the village fields, lifted heavy stones, and climbed trees with tireless energy, hoping that one day, his efforts would make him strong enough to be useful.
One evening, after a long day of training, he sat by the fire with Maalini, his face streaked with dirt and exhaustion. "Maalini," he said quietly, "I'm twelve now. I've trained and tried so hard, but still, I have no vidya. What if… what if I'm truly meant for nothing?"
Maalini wrapped an arm around him, pulling him close. "Oh, my brave boy, don't lose heart. True strength is built from within. Just as you've built your physical strength, you must also build your patience and faith. Your journey is only beginning."
He looked up at her, his eyes filled with a spark of hope. "Do you really believe that, Maalini?"
She smiled, brushing a hand over his hair. "With all my heart, Manas. Keep training, keep believing. You have a purpose, even if you cannot see it yet."
In that moment, Manas felt a new determination bloom within him. If he had Maalini's faith, he knew he could keep pushing forward, no matter how long it took.
Lord Shani Coming Her life !!
As Manas turned twelve, his life took a dark turn. Lord Shani, watching from above, had begun Manas's Sade Sati—the challenging seven-and-a-half-year period. Every day seemed harder, but Manas pushed on, practicing alone in hopes that one day he'd awaken his own vidya.
One afternoon, on his way home from training, he heard voices nearby and spotted a group of boys practicing their vidyas together. Manas hid behind a tree, watching in awe as one boy conjured a stream of water from his hands, another flicked his fingers to summon fire, while others wielded the powers of wind and thunder. Manas felt a pang of sadness and envy—he wanted so badly to be like them, to feel the power coursing through his veins.
Gathering his courage, he approached them. "Hey, friends," he called out with a hopeful smile. "Can… can you teach me? I don't have any vidyas, but I want to learn."
The boys stopped, looking at each other before breaking into laughter. "You? Learn vidya?" one of them sneered, crossing his arms. "A kid with no vidya skills wants us to teach him?"
"Yeah!" another chimed in mockingly. "That's like a fish trying to fly!"
Manas felt his face redden with embarrassment but managed to ask again, his voice softer this time. "Please. I just want to know how you start… how you feel it."
The boys exchanged glances, and one smirked. "Oh, we'll 'teach' you, alright. Let's play a game."
Thinking they were being friendly, Manas nodded eagerly. "Really? Thank you!"
The boys grinned and began to circle him. Suddenly, one of them unleashed a burst of fire towards him, making him stumble back. Another boy sent a gust of wind, knocking him off his feet, while yet another shocked him with a jolt of energy. Manas cried out in pain, but the boys only laughed.
"See, Manas?" one of them taunted, tossing a spark towards him. "That's how vidya works!"
Manas struggled to his feet, tears welling up in his eyes, but he forced a weak smile, believing it was all part of the "game." "I… I think I get it," he said, his voice shaking as he tried to hide his pain.
The boys laughed even harder. "You really don't get it, do you?" one scoffed. "You're just a joke, Manas. A nobody with no vidya and no chance!"
From the shadows, Lord Shani watched the scene unfold, carefully observing Manas's reaction. Despite the pain and humiliation, Manas did nothing in retaliation. He simply picked himself up and limped away, bruised and beaten, but silent.
The days turned into weeks, and every day, the boys found new ways to torment him. The entire village began to see him as an outcast, whispering as he passed by, mocking him for his lack of vidya. Manas didn't understand why everyone treated him this way, but he continued to endure it, holding onto the faint hope that one day, he would find his place and prove his worth.
In his silent suffering, Lord Shani recognized a strength within Manas that no vidya could grant: resilience and compassion. Manas's journey was only beginning, and little did he know, these trials were shaping him for a destiny far greater than he could imagine.
Goal ??
One evening, after a long, tiring day, Manas sat by the fire, looking thoughtful. He turned to his mother, Maalini, and asked, "Mom, who is the strongest person in the world?"
Maalini chuckled at his sudden question. "Why do you ask, Manas?" she replied, her eyes twinkling with amusement.
Manas's expression was serious. "Because I want to be the strongest person, Maalini. But to do that, I need to know who it is."
Maalini smiled gently and shook her head. "My dear Manas, there is no one stronger than the gods. They hold the greatest strength."
Manas tilted his head in thought. "But… what makes a god strong?"
Maalini looked at her son with pride and began to explain, "A true god is not just powerful. They are the ones who help the weak, protect those in need, and never misuse their power. To be like a god means to be kind, selfless, and to use your strength to uplift others. If you want to be strong, then remember this: true strength lies in compassion and courage."
Manas listened carefully, his young face brightening with realization. "So… if I want to be like a god, I have to become strong and help others?"
Maalini nodded, a proud smile on her face. "Yes, my boy. And one day, if you live by those values, people will look up to you as if you were a god."
In that moment, Manas's heart filled with purpose. "Then, I promise, Maalini. I'll be a good person. I'll be strong, and I'll help everyone I can."
Maalini placed a hand on his shoulder, her voice filled with love. "That's my brave Manas. Keep that promise, and you will indeed become the strongest of them all."
And from that day on, Manas carried his mother's words in his heart, determined to grow not only in strength but in kindness, with dreams of one day being a protector to all.
No More....The next day, Manas returned from his training, exhausted but content. As he made his way home, he noticed a thick cloud of smoke rising in the air. His heart skipped a beat, and he broke into a sprint, dread filling his mind.
"No… no, it can't be…" he muttered, running faster.
As he got closer, Manas's worst fears came to life—his home was engulfed in flames. He froze for a moment, panic gripping him as he stared at the blazing inferno, tears filling his eyes.
"Mom! Mom!" he shouted, racing toward the house.
From within, he heard his mother, Maalini, calling out weakly, "Help… someone, please…"
Manas's heart shattered at the sound. "I'm coming, Mom! I'll get you out!" he cried, grabbing a bucket and racing to the nearby well. He scooped up as much water as he could, running back to throw it on the fire. But it barely made a difference—the flames roared back with even greater intensity.
Desperate, he shouted to the empty fields around him, "Please, someone, help! My mom is inside!"
But no one came. The flames continued to rise, fierce and unforgiving. Taking a deep breath, Manas gritted his teeth. "I'll save you, Mom," he whispered, his face set with determination. Without a second thought, he leaped through the flames, his arms shielding his face.
The searing heat burned his skin, and pain shot through him as fire licked his arms and hands. But he pushed forward, ignoring the agony, until he found Maalini lying on the floor. He knelt down, his voice choked, "Mom! I'm here. I'm getting you out."
Gathering every ounce of strength, he lifted her, shielding her body with his as he staggered out through the flames. The moment he stumbled out of the burning house, he collapsed, cradling his mother's head in his lap. His arms were covered in burns, the skin raw and marked by the flames.
"Mom, please… open your eyes," he whispered, tears streaming down his face. "I saved you, Mom. We're safe now…"
But Maalini lay silent, her face peaceful. She was no longer in pain, no longer trapped in the fire.
"No…" Manas choked out, gripping her hand, his voice breaking. "Mom… please… don't leave me."
As he sat there, burned and broken, the mark of the fire forever etched into his arms, he knew his life had changed forever.