The Yogi and a Miracle

“My cat is dying, Swamiji,” Aravind says to Yogi. “Please perform a miracle and save him. I love him and cannot live without him.”

The yogi is famous for his miracles. He heals the sick merely by a touch. Sometimes he materialises ashes from the air with a wave of his hand and the ashes heal those sick people who cannot come to the yogi’s presence personally. Of late, the yogi is thinking of joining politics where he can perform greater miracles like healing the whole country. Moreover, yogis becoming politicians has become the style of the day. The yogi-king, Plato would have approved.

“Your problem will be solved, my son,” Yogi says to Aravind. “Go home in peace.”

Aravind is happy. It is not easy to gain such personal access to the yogi. Only those who offer fat donations to the yogi’s ashram get such access. Aravind had given half of his property to the yogi’s ashram and the yogi was mighty pleased since the property lay just adjacent to the ashram complex.

“Isn’t it the same cat that we poisoned?” As soon as Aravind leaves, Yogi asks Komal, his secretary and confidante and much more.

“Yes, the same one that used to steal food from our kitchen. That cat has a unique talent for sneaking into our kitchen.” Komal says.

“Solve that man’s problem once and for all.” Yogi says.

Komal understands. Aravind has not been seen in the world ever since. The cry of a cat continues to haunt the yogi’s ashram in spite of all the religious rituals that the yogi has performed.