The strange work of Mind

I was so happy and blissful while coming back in the train after organising 7 days kriya yoga meditation retreat by master. This time there were 25 people. Everyone enjoyed and was grateful for such a wonderful retreat. Each one experienced the silence, love and inner happiness. I felt that I have done a good job and my life is worth living. 

Suddenly, I got a call. At first, I could not hear him properly, I heard a restless voice on the other side. He said something like this, “Where is my son? I want him back.”

I thought it is a wrong number, I asked firmly, “Where have you called? Who you want to talk?”

He spoke some names. I said, “It is a wrong number” And hanged the phone.

But he kept calling me and I kept ignoring. 

Master asked, “Who is calling you again and again?” 

I said, “I don’t know, some person is troubling me.  Now I have blocked his number.”

I felt some uneasiness inside me, something is wrong. My heart started beating unusually differently. I could feel the trouble. 

We went home. I was still carrying discomfort feeing for no reason. I told master about it and with his silence he helped me. After breakfast I got a call from a new number. I used to pick up all the calls those days because I was expecting Intrested kriya people for the next retreat. 

It was the same person from yesterday and calling from a new number. But this time he was talking a little better and I could hear it properly. He said, “My son came to you in the last retreat and after that he never came back home”.

I asked his name. I remembered that boy was very disturbing in the retreat, and was asking strange questions and got into argument with us. We told him to take his money and leave. But then he said, “Sorry, I will attend the retreat” 

I told all this to his father. But father kept repeating “I want to talk to my son. Let me talk to him”.

I said, “You are not listening to me. Please give the phone to your wife.”

He said, “My wife is not with me. She stays separately.”

I said, “Let me have her phone number. Maybe the boy went there. Did you check with your wife.”

He said, “My son went there for a night but ran from there also.”

I said, “Still I would like to talk to her. Give me the number.

He angrily gave me the number.

I called the lady, she told me that her husband was fighting with my son. He wanted my son to do the things according to him.

After 5 minutes the father called me again. I did not know what to say to him. 

I asked him, “What made you think your boy has something to do with me”

He said, “He came to your retreat”

I said, “There are a lot people come to us. They make a few call before to enrol themselves and sometimes after retreat to clear their doubt”. But in your case I could attend your son’s call after retreat as I was travelling.      

But the father was repeating the same thing, please send my son back. It seemed he has made up his mind. I tried to explain but nothing worked. I firmly said, “We conduct the retreats, and many people attend it, what they do after that we have no information and concern.”

I hang the phone but he kept calling me again and again. I had to block his number.

An hour I got another call from a new number. The person said, “He is the head of police department from Haryana.” He voiced like a gentleman. He wanted to know the whole story about the person’s son who came to the retreat.”

I told him the same story peacefully and he understood it. And in the end he said, “Sorry for troubling you.”

After every half an hour a new person called up. The person told me that he was a SHO and asked the same story. I again explained it. It seemed that the father of the son was making different people talk to me. As he convinced his mind with some irrational facts. No logic was working on him.

It was getting exhausting for me and towards evening I felt I need to go to police station to log the complaint. Master said, “I come with you.”
I said, “No. I will go alone. Being a foreigner you might get into trouble.”

I went to the police station. And talked to a lady constable. She understood my situation. And suddenly the same person called me again in front of her. 

She took the phone from me and talked to him strictly and said, “I am calling from police station, and you need to stop troubling this lady”

He hanged the phone and I was relief. 

The lady constable told me to pen down the complain. As I was writing, suddenly the senior officer of the station got a call. While talking on phone he was giving me looks. I felt something is not right.

Then officer called me inside and asked the same story. Father of the boy made another officer to call at our police station.

My police station officer told the father that this lady came to us by herself. The case goes in her favour. He pressurised my police station officer to take some legal action against me. My police station officer ensured him that the case will be investigated properly but father needs to stop making calls to the lady(me). 

Meanwhile I asked officer to receive my written complaint. He was reluctant to sign it. I said firmly, “Please sign and stamp my copy. It is my right. ”

He asked some junior officer to do that but he not registered my FIR in his official register. At the bottom in my heart I knew everything will be okay. 

Also, they noted all the details, where the retreat was conducted. It was conducted by master’s another disciple’s house. I was worried that they might trouble the lady who helped us to spare the retreat place for free and also provided us the free food. I made a call to her and told her about the situation. She was so cool about it. Her husband had some political connection.  She said, “Don’t worry, we will deal with it when they will come to us for enquire” 

After a few days police went to the retreat place and got satisfied. A few days later, my mom called me and said, “Many police people are here at our place and asking about you.” Mom also sounded relaxed.

I went there peacefully and sat with them. I gave them compassionate look. But one person among them was giving me hard looks. 

They heard me patiently and got satisfied. And I said, “I wish you could have bought the father of the boy to meet me in a person. Then he would be satisfied too. And then you all can put your energy in the right direction to find the boy”. 

One officer smiled and pointed the man in the middle. He was in causal dress, who was giving me hard looks and was now relaxed. Officer said, “He is the father of the lost boy.”

I said innocently, “Oh… you are the one, who troubled me for many days.”

The father smiled at me and the whole atmosphere lighten up. 

Then one cop told me that the boy has been seen in CCTV camera at some metro station alone. We might find him soon.

I said, “That would be great” They left the home peaceful.

I realised that problems are unavoidable, a peaceful mind can handle the problem in a better way. The problems come and go as knife from butter else mind doubles and triple the problem. It is easy to say but difficult to do it. It is the result of many years of mediation practise and spontaneously it happens in the middle of crisis.