Amit Uganti Anand

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Who’s the boss? “Clean my feet”, the master said. So did the servant, underpaid. As he poured the hot water on his feet, the master took a stick and began to beat. “The water is too hot, you son-of-a-bitch, how many times should I have to teach?” The servant took the bashing like a helpless bull, he thought, “that’s all, my life will never be full.” He worked like a dog, and ate too like one, but for his master, the job was never done. He asked him to do everything, from cleaning the house to cutting grass. Only thing left was to wipe his big, filthy ass. The servant was miserable, an unhappy guy, nobody could tell, he carried on why. Only he knew, for all the things he did, in his morbid life, there was fun indeed. Of the many tasks that his master ordered, the Mrs. ordered just one. On a master’s night away, she asked him to impregnate her with his son.

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“Are you coming?” asked my friend, gazing into my eyes, looking for an affirmative answer. “Do you have the balls?” is what I heard. His proposition - a 120 kilometer long pilgrimage trek, starting from the banks of holy Ganges at   Sultanganj, traversing across the villages of north-eastern Indian state of Bihar and Jharkhand, and finally ending at the holy shrine of lord Shiva in Devgarh, Jharkhand. The catch – to complete the trek barefoot. Every year, in the month of Shravan –Indian rainy season (July-August), lakhs of devotees of lord Shiva , wearing saffron robes, undertake this insurmountable pilgrimage, carrying the holy water of the Ganges to bath the Shivalinga at Devgarh. An ancient tradition, the infamous trek is filled with perilous conditions and an unforgiving path. The  austere  rituals to be followed along the way are no respite either. Sunny and I have been friends from childhood. And much of our friendship was cemented in the play groun...