*This is continued story of part -1,which is just before this blog post of the same name*
I finally got my finger un-scraped, but I still, need to figure out aboout my lost memory. I was always bad at memorising things at school and college, and now here I was doing something which I was worst at- ‘memorising things’. I don’t believe in Indian Yogis and Babas or Tantriks, but some weeks ago, I didn’t believe that there was magic in my blood too, but now I do. So, I thought of trying them. I contacted one Tantrik –Markandas yogi, to find out the answers to my questions. I had a great laugh when I first heard his name, but later thought he may be my messiah.
As he was busy in some sort of meditation, I narrated him my whole story, he was quiet for a while, but then I asked again.
‘Mangeet Bazaar! There… search for your answer in there, at the right place, timings I can’t tell when .. best possible timing is morning’, He yelled.
I left his place, inquired people about Mangeet Bazaar and finally reached there. As it was early in the morning, there were very few people around. I was wandering aimlessly with no clue of where to find my answers, suddenly my hands were grabbed and then my whole body. They were those same guys who earlier attacked me, and they took me to a shady place, where I saw the same tantrik with a guy in a white suit, smoking cigar. Turns out that Tantrik was an ally of my ‘supposed to be’ enemies. He betrayed me, he tricked me to go to that Bazaar, so that these goons could capture me.
‘Who are you? Why have you brought me here? ‘, I said.
‘Kid! you have something that we don’t want you to have … ‘, that man said.
‘Bastard! we helped you, you betrayed us, don’t you remember!’, that Tantrik said.
‘I didn’t… I mean .. I don’t remember anything .. I can’t … please leave me ..please.. ‘, I begged.
‘You liar, you think you can outsmart us, we are in this Business for years, tell me don’t your wounds automatically heal with neem? …. Tell me ..What was your plan..Why you attacked us?…betrayed us?…!! ‘, that man shouted.
‘ Yes, it did, I wanted to find out how and why .. that was the reason I went to the Tantrik, I can’t remember anything .. I just can’t. ‘
‘Maybe he’s right, make him drink the other potion that we invented… his memory will come back, I wantvto know what he was upto…and this thing… loss of his memory, it could be a side effect of the potion we gave him earlier…. Idiot!! I told you to make that potion carefully. Now get to work ‘, that man said to Tantrik.
After some time, some men came, they must be working for the Tantrik and gave me a potion to drink. After drinking it, I lost my consciousness.
I woke up after a while, in that same shady place. But this time, my memory was back. I now know who they were.
…. To Be Continued.