In the days following his mother's death, Manas was left to face the world alone. The once-warm home he shared with Maalini now stood as an empty, charred shell, a painful reminder of all he had lost. Each day felt longer and colder, and he struggled just to make it through, carrying the weight of grief and loneliness that seemed to grow heavier with every passing moment.
He wandered the village, barely speaking to anyone, his young heart aching in ways he couldn't explain. At night, he would sit outside his burnt home, looking up at the stars, whispering to his mother as though she might hear him from somewhere beyond. "Mom, I miss you. I don't know what to do without you."
The villagers sometimes caught sight of him, alone and somber, but most had little to offer him. He had no family left, no friends to turn to, and he felt like a stranger even among familiar faces.
One evening, as he sat staring into the darkness, he whispered to himself, "I will be strong, like you taught me, Mom. I will live, and I will make you proud."
With each day, he held on to her memory, determined to survive and to carry forward her kindness and strength, even in his deepest loneliness.
"Meet with Lord shani"
One day, while training in the forest, Manas heard a deep, rumbling sound coming from the direction of the river. Curious, he set down his things and followed the sound through the trees. As he reached the riverbank, he saw a man practicing alone, surrounded by a powerful aura of dark energy. His movements were precise, his form perfect, and his physique impressive. The stranger seemed to command a unique and mysterious power—something Manas had never seen before.
Manas watched, captivated. "Who is he? And how does he have such power?" he thought to himself, unable to look away.
The man, who was secretly Lord Shani in human form, sensed Manas's presence but continued his training. Intrigued by this fearless boy who seemed to be studying him, Shani kept his concentration on his vidyas, moving with calm, controlled intensity.
Finally, unable to hold back, Manas stepped forward. "Hey, Sir!" he called out boldly.
Shani turned to face him, one eyebrow raised, surprised at the interruption.
"I want to be like you," Manas said without hesitation, his eyes filled with determination. "Can you teach me? I want to learn those spells you're using!"
Shani smirked, taken aback by the boy's straightforwardness. "You're quite brave to approach a stranger like this, especially one practicing dark vidyas," he replied, his deep voice carrying a hint of amusement.
But Manas didn't flinch. "I don't care about that. I just know I want to be strong, like you. I need someone to teach me," he insisted, his voice unwavering.
Shani's eyes softened slightly. "You're a strange one, boy," he said, looking him up and down thoughtfully. "Tell me, why do you want this strength?"
Manas held his gaze, his voice quiet but full of conviction. "Because… I have no one. I need to protect myself, and I want to help others. But I can't do that if I'm weak."
Shani studied him, impressed by the determination and honesty in his words. "Perhaps there's more to you than meets the eye, Manas," he thought, contemplating what lay ahead.
After a moment, he nodded slowly. "Alright, if you're willing to work hard, I will teach you," he said.
Manas's face lit up. "Thank you!" he exclaimed, bowing deeply. Shani simply nodded, a knowing look in his eyes. Little did Manas know, this would be the beginning of a journey that would transform him in ways he couldn't yet imagine.
Master!!
As Manas began his training under the mysterious figure, he couldn't help but wonder about the man who now guided him. The stranger's presence was powerful yet calm, and his mastery over dark vidyas was unlike anything Manas had seen. After practicing for a while, curiosity got the best of him.
"Sir, I've been meaning to ask…" Manas started, hesitating slightly. "What is your name? I don't even know what to call you."
The man paused, glancing at Manas with an amused glint in his eyes. "I have many names, child. Names are not important to me. You may call me whatever you like," he replied, his tone both mysterious and gentle.
But Manas wasn't satisfied. "Please, just tell me one name. I want to know what to call you," he insisted, his gaze steady.
The man looked thoughtful, and then, with a slight nod, he said, "Very well. You may call me Rudra."
Manas grinned, satisfied. "Alright, Rudra, sir. Thank you for teaching me."
Shani, disguised as Rudra, gave a small smile. "As you wish, Manas," he said, a hint of warmth in his voice. Though he'd taken on this mortal name for his young student, Lord Shani's plan for the boy was far from ordinary.
"Training with Rudra sir"
Manas's days were filled with grueling physical and mental training under Rudra's watchful eye. Each day, he was pushed to his limits—1000 push-ups, 1000 sit-ups, endless meditation hours, and relentless discipline. Living deep in the forest with Rudra, Manas often found himself frustrated and exhausted, questioning the purpose behind this endless cycle of exercises.
One day, as he completed his final set of push-ups, he looked up at Rudra, panting heavily. "Master," he began, wiping the sweat from his brow, "what's the point of all this? I wanted to learn vidyas, not just train my body endlessly. I don't have any powers—why keep doing this?" His voice was tinged with exhaustion and irritation.
Rudra remained calm, his gaze steady. "Do as I say, Manas," he replied firmly. "You must master discipline before you master power."
Manas sighed, but continued, driven by a quiet determination, though doubt often crept in. Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and six months passed. His frustration gradually transformed into resilience, his body grew stronger, his mind clearer. By then, he'd developed an impressive physique, complete with six-pack abs and a newfound calmness from the endless hours of meditation.
One quiet evening, as they finished their meditation, Rudra looked at Manas with a faint smile. "Your real training begins tomorrow, Manas," he announced. "Be prepared."
Manas's eyes lit up, excitement sparking through his exhaustion. "Finally!" he whispered to himself, barely able to contain his anticipation. That night, sleep escaped him as he eagerly awaited the dawn, his mind racing with thoughts of what this "real" training might entail.
Chakras of Human Body.
Early the next morning, Rudra woke Manas just before dawn. Still groggy, Manas followed Rudra as they trekked to the top of a high mountain, their breaths forming faint clouds in the crisp morning air. When they finally reached the summit, the sun was just beginning to rise, casting a golden glow across the sky and surrounding peaks.
Rudra stood still, his gaze fixed on the sun. "Look, Manas," he said in a low, reverent voice. "This is my father, Lord Surya. The sun is not only a source of light, but also a source of immense power, from which all vidyas draw strength. For you to learn deeply, you must connect to this energy. Pray to Lord Surya, and focus your mind completely."
Manas watched in awe as the sun's rays bathed Rudra's face in light. He turned towards the sun and clasped his hands together, bowing respectfully, feeling a wave of energy and warmth wash over him.
After a moment of silence, Rudra continued, "Today, I will teach you about the chakras, the powerful energy centers within every human. These chakras are essential to channeling your inner power." Manas's eyes widened with interest as Rudra explained.
"Each chakra serves a unique purpose," Rudra said. "And through meditation, you can awaken them. When activated, these chakras will allow you to tap into abilities you never imagined."
Manas listened, his mind already whirling with excitement. This was unlike any lesson before, and as he sat on the mountain's peak, he felt the first hints of a deeper purpose, one connected to the vast, powerful energy of the sun and the inner strength Rudra promised to reveal.
Rudra looked at Manas with intensity in his eyes and said, "In this world, most people have access to only one vidya, one source of power within them, as it's linked to the energy they're born with. But you, Manas... you have the potential to access all five vidyas, through mastery over your chakras."
Manas listened, eyes widening with amazement.
"Each chakra you open will grant you access to a new realm of power," Rudra continued. "But unlocking these chakras isn't easy. For some, it may take days, for others, years of practice. I can guide you, but the strength and patience must come from within you. Only then can you truly become the strongest."
Hearing this, Manas felt his spirit ignite. "Yes, Master!" he said with newfound determination. "I will unlock every chakra, no matter how long it takes. I want to reach the top!"
Rudra nodded approvingly, a small, proud smile on his face. "Good, Manas. Prove your strength, not only to me but to yourself and the world. Let us begin."
And with that, Manas stood ready, fired up and more determined than ever to reach the peak of his potential.