Bards and Sages Quarterly (April 2020)
By Joseph Vasicek, Ziaul Moid Khan, Hristo Goshev and
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Each issue of the Bards and Sages Quarterly brings fans of speculative fiction a wide range of new and established voices in the horror, fantasy, and science fiction genres.
Siblings procure a new drug designed to eradicate Alzheimer's in patients with a family history of the disease, but the drug has unintended side effects in "If You Forget Me, Do I Exist?"
A disillusioned fighter pilot on a routine recon mission finds himself confronted by the ghosts of his past in "Imago et Umbra."
A temporal grocer breaks the law to steal fruit from a restricted time period, accidentally bringing along an unwanted hitchhiker in "Like Grandma Made."
These tales and more found in this issue.
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Moni Baba
By Ziaul Moid Khan
ONCE UPON A TIME IN North India countryside, there lived a working man. What was his real name, hardly anybody knew or bothered about it; but they’d call him Moni Baba; the Silent Saint. He had a clerical job in Delhi Development Authority. One day, he suddenly turned to spirituality and abruptly stopped speaking. His family was thunder-struck with his bizarre decision and they tried their level best to bring him back to his sense, but to no use.
Now, the family locked him up inside a room, and there he was given a good thrashing, beaten black and blue. He was tethered in his chair for hours without food and water. Still, he was adamant at his decision and did not speak. Only indicated through gestures and body language that now his path was solemnly different, for he was now no longer interested in the mundane world of speaking and noisy people. His family had to give way and Moni Baba embarked upon a spiritual journey.
His office at ITO in New Delhi pressed him to resign from his post, but he scribbled a slip and handed over to the concerned official. It read: I regard the office rules, but God wants my presence elsewhere, so I’d be on indefinite leave
. The officials put the matter under consideration with the higher authorities; and after a while, they buried it in a cold file.
MONI BABA STOPPED GOING to his office altogether. Put on a white-attire and made his kutiya, a hermitage, facing west at Johripuram, a countryside. This place was under a banyan tree surrounded by two ponds en route to the village. There, he would meditate and smoke joints. Soon, the village-youngsters—inclined to marijuana—took a keen interest in Moni Baba and kept his place buzzing.
Moni Baba was extremely punctual and wore spotless white dresses. He would wake up at four in the morning, showered and worshiped for hours to Lord Shiva. He had dark complexion, sharp features and long black tresses that fell on his shoulders. His lean and thin frame of body with a good height made him an impressive persona.
That year, the village experienced no thunder shower. The monsoon season was almost over, but the weather largely remained dry. The sun-god was spreading his fury and peasants were worried about their crops of sugarcane, cauliflower, green-chilly, bhindi and lauki, the bottle gourd.
The village youngsters discussed this serious matter with Moni Baba, who gestured them to have bhandara, a public feast. Then he blew his shankh, the conch; for it was his time for the evening prayer. And the boys, his disciples, went door to door to give away his message among the masses.
The village elders were taken into confidence: each family was to contribute a little amount to have the bhandara. The charity was willingly given, the date was fixed, and the feast was served.
Eventually on the auspicious day, all the arrangements were made. For transparency of the donation, a villager named Surya kept on announcing, on the microphone through a loudspeaker, the name of each and every donor, and the amount donated. The underprivileged and beggars were fed to their-hearts’-content.
The same night, there was heavy rain and downpour in the entire vicinity. People developed their faith and trust in Moni Baba and from-here-onwards, he got extremely popular becoming a household name in and around the countryside.
Henceforth, Moni Baba made it a point to proactively organize a feast every summer for a good rain both for the village and the adjoining area. His trust was unshakable, and Almighty favored him. Men, women and children loved this silent saint. He’d use a sign language to make his point across. His name reached far and wide and in seven years he had a large following.
It was when his silent avatar was purely accepted, one fine morning he suddenly exclaimed, Jai ho!
People were taken aback. In a little while, it was a rumor rife in the entire region, and people reached his kutiya in thousands to listen to him. Here, Moni Baba delivered his first sermon under the old banyan tree.
Surprisingly, the same year his office in New Delhi issued his pending seven years’ salary to his bank account. And a verbal pact was agreed upon: once in a fortnight, he’d visit his office just to sign his attendance. To it he gave his word. Moni Baba utilized a portion of the fund he received in the construction of a statue of Lord Shiva, upkeep of the hut and giving rest of the sum to his family.
RIGHT FROM THE DAY one, when Moni Baba had stopped speaking to seven years later, when he’d suddenly resumed his talking, I had a fleeting desire to have a personal interview with him. His Kutiya was at a stone’s throw from my residence, and I could easily walk to him in seven minutes, but for it I could never take time out.
Though, I passed by the hermit’s hut several times and greeted him Jai ho, that he responded with vigor and enthusiasm, yet I thought that I should come to visit him well prepared with a diary and a pen. So, such a day never came that we could ever sit together. He knew my writing interest and had a high opinion of it. This thing, I came to know through people who frequently visited him.
Precisely speaking, I wanted to write a full project on his life and for it I needed a few meetings, a couple of sittings with him. Those days, I was working on a poetry collection; I kept on postponing this conclave with the legend.
In 2015, I got married and settled in a metro-city with Mona, my wife and entirely lost my link with the village. Still, deep down somewhere, Moni Baba remained active in some compartment of my brain.
The wish to have a heart-to-heart chat with him to jot down and expose his tale, the higher cause that had made him a holy man out of an ordinary human soul, was always there active and kicking in me.
ON JUNE 20, 2019, I got a routine-call from the village. It was Shuja, my elder brother and we had just general exchanges and pleasantries, when suddenly I asked him, How’s Moni Baba?
Moni Baba is no more,
he said.
HOW?
I asked him, shell-shocked.
Nobody knows. He was mysteriously found dead in his room. Though, no police complaint was registered.
"And to respect the departed soul there was no bhandara this year, he added further,
Strangely, however the village had a good pre-monsoon rain. In his memory, a temple is being built near his Kutiya by Rajeev Swami, Gopal Buchha, Surya, his disciples and some other villagers."
He hung up. I don’t know why, but I felt my guts wrenching, my throat dry and want of words. The regret of not having an interview with this pious soul will forever remain in my heart. For, I still remorse to my muses: I could not tell the world a detailed story of Moni Baba, the weird saint.
Imago et Umbra
By Hristo Goshev
Strain as I might to make out anything in the darkness, it remains as uniform and impenetrable as ever. Space always looks strikingly gorgeous when viewed from an observatory or as a digital projection, but from the cockpit of a fighter, that’s another story. The vibrant nebulae and radiant quasars vanish, replaced by a bottomless abyss with but a few tiny dots of light to disrupt its homogeneity. This no longer disturbs me—at least not like it did while I was still a cadet at the Deneb Military Academy a lifetime ago—but it still feels a bit unfair. Pilots deserve some of that magic too.
I turn to the left to look