Gotrbhid Mahā Bhārat
Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté
‘Jāti Pānti Poochhé Nahin Koī,
Hari ko bhajé so Hari kā Hoī’
1/18: Ādi Parv
I suddenly realized it was the same time slot almost.
Yes, there were some things that were not the same.
But Kālchakr, Time Cycle, never repeated itself exactly.
It always faced new Prativād, new resistance.
“You are sure it is Kaikéyī that wants to see me before I do anything?” I asked Justice Hémā Bhārgav.
She smiled at me.
“Durgesh, you would haven’t brought me here, forcing me to resign from my judicial post, if you were not sure that I can deal with these situations.”
“You are right,” I smiled at Justice Hémā Bhārgav too.
Rām was still waiting for my instructions.
“Okay,” I looked at my son, “you don’t worry. Let me deal with it as I think it’s more effective.”
“What should I do?” Rām looked at me.
“You just prepare yourself as Brahmarshi Vasishŧh has told you to. Hémā has been fully prepared by me to deal with the situation. I already suspected it was the same time slit projecting itself. Hémā, you guide Rām as you are guided by me.”
Justice Hémā Bhārgav looked at Rām.
“Okay, Rām, come with me.”*
As I had anticipated, Kaikéyī Bhārgav was waiting for me in our own bedroom.
They all were Brahm Padminīs.
Despite my repeated instructions to her, Padminī Bhārgav never realized it was the same time slit that was projecting itself on Bhārgav Brahm Ayodhyā Creations now.
“You are trying to get rid of your new infinite Brahm Padminī wives and I am determined I’d never let you.” Padminī Bhārgav said furiously.
Umā Jagdambā Pārvatī Chakrvartī looked at her gravely,
“Don’t be silly, Padminī Bhārgav, can’t you see it yourself? It’s Bhārgav Brahm Ayodhyā Creations. Yet, its President was Dashrath Chaturvédī, not Dashrath Bhārgav. Why not?”
“Why not?” Padminī Bhārgav flared.
“Because Dashrath Bhārgav isn’t as stupid as Dashrath Chaturvédī is.”
Umā Jagdambā Pārvatī Chakrvartī patiently pushed her gorgeous Chakrvartī Brāhmañ buttocks into my genetically Hindu Bachhalyā male lap and swallowed my entire genetically Bachhalyā Lund into her Chakrvartī Brāhmañ Choot.
“Dashrath Bhārgav is a prudent man relatively.” Umā Jagdambā Pārvatī Chakrvartī said, “He was always the President of Bhārgav Brahm Ayodhyā Creations. Yet, it is the first time I succeeded in bringing my candidate in power here, even if it was not a Bhārgav.”
“And that’s the reason we are facing this damn situation,” Padminī Bhārgav said bitterly, “but you’d never admit it, neither your blindly loving you, over democratic husband, Durgesh. I know.”
Umā Jagdambā Pārvatī Chakrvartī laughed,
“Blindly loving me? Padminī Bhārgav, I could never understand why the hell you are so jealous of me.”
“Never?” Padminī Bhārgav said bitterly, “Haven’t you dissolved almost your entire identity into what Durgesh wants you to do?”
Umā Jagdambā Pārvatī Chakrvartī smiled,
“Of course, and why shouldn’t I? That’s my idea of being a good wife. I love to do what Durgesh wants me to do.”
“Even if it’s detrimental to us Brāhmañs?”
“Padminī Bhārgav, we are traditional Brāhmañs only.” Umā Jagdambā Pārvatī Chakrvartī said bitterly, “Our scriptures never praise genetic Brāhmañs. Brāhmañ is a human nature that’s never satisfied without knowing anything s/he wants/needs to know for the welfare of entire humankind:
‘Chāturvarñyam mayā sr’shŧam guñkarmvibhāgashah,
Tasý kartāramapi mām viddhyakartāramavyayam.’”*
Kaikéyī Bhārgav looked at me,
“So you are determined now that you would make me the ever despised historical Kaikéyī that was Lord Rām’s stepmother?”
I looked at her gravely.
“Don’t you know me better, Kaikéyī ?”
“Kaikéyī Bhārgav.” She amended me.
“Kaikéyī Bhārgav.” I accepted her amendment.
“Why was it necessary that as soon as Bharat went to Bhārgav Kékaý Creations, his maternal grandparents, the elections here are declared?”
“I think the original Ayodhyā time slit is projecting here. I had warned you already, didn’t I?”
“Isn’t Bharat your real son, Durgesh?” Kaikéyī Bhārgav’s eyes were suddenly filled with tears now, “Didn’t we have pre-marital love affair? Wasn’t I impregnated by yourself?”
“Kaikéyī,” I raised my hand, “you are playing right in the hands of the bloody time slit of the ending Trétā Yug, Trétā era. You married Dashrath Chaturvédī despite my repeated warnings.”
“Well, he never touched me.”
“That’s not the point, Kaikéyī. And you know it.”
“Aren’t you somewhat over afraid of your Kālchakr, time cycle theory?”
“Over afraid? Are you crazy? Didn’t you marry Dashrath Chaturvédī despite my repeated warnings? Didn’t your friend Mantharā Bhārgav too marry Dashrath Chaturvédī despite the fact she never loved him? Didn’t you named our son Bharat despite my suggestion that it may strengthen the Trétāyugīn Ayodhyā time cycle? And tell me honestly, isn’t it a fact that your friend Mantharā Bhārgav has suggested you to call me despite you knew I was in conference with Rām Bhārgav, my son from Kaushalyā Bhārgav?”*
Kaushalyā Bhārgav never appreciated original Kaushalyā, Lord Rām’s mother.
“She should have revolted against the conspiracy of Kaikéyī and Mantharā. Sumitrā would have easily joined her. I can understand why Lord Rām didn’t revolt against his father, but why not Kaushalyā and Sumitrā? Even Gurumātā Arundhatī would have joined them.”
Kaushalyā Chaturvédī had laughed.
“I agree with you, Kaushalyā Bhārgav, she was a wife more than she was a mother. Lord Rām may be justified that he obeyed his father, but not his mother Kaushalyā. Even if her husband was handicapped with his promise to Kaikéyī, Kaushalyā was not.”
“She wasn’t even a good wife,” Kaushalyā Bhārgav said.
“Well, I don’t think so. She kept silence because she didn’t want to increase her husband’s problems.”
Kaushalyā Bhārgav looked at Kaushalyā Chaturvédī with immense surprise,
“What the hell are you talking, Kaushalyā Chaturvédī? She had saved even her husband’s life if she had called Gurumātā Arundhatī Vasishŧh and Sumitrā to revolt against Kaikéyī.”
Kaushalyā Chaturvédī’s beautiful eyes suddenly brightened.
“You are right, Kaushalyā Bhārgav. I think she was not even a good wife. If she had just used Sumitrā’s loyalty to her properly, Gurumātā Arundhatī Vasishŧh’s sincerity and the ever loyal subject of Ayodhyā to Lord Rām, she wouldn’t have only stopped successfully the exile of her son, but could have saved her husband’s life as well.”
Kaushalyā Chaturvédī was the closest friend Kaushalyā Bhārgav had.
Dashrath Chaturvédī was so obsessed with Kaushalyā Bhārgav’s exquisite feminine charms that he always tried to be where his sister, Kaushalyā Chaturvédī was with Kaushalyā Bhārgav.
It did not get long to Kaushalyā Bhārgav to understand that her best friend’s twin brother loved her immensely.
Kaushalyā Bhārgav could not keep her disapproval of it from her best friend, Kaushalyā Chaturvédī.
“Kaushalyā Chaturvédī,” she smiled at Kaushalyā Chaturvédī, “your brother is in love with me. Tell him not to be a damn fool. I love Durgesh.”
Kaushalyā Chaturvédī too smiled at Kaushalyā Bhārgav,
“He says he is watching you for a long time. Only you are interested in Durgesh. Durgesh is never interested in you.”
“I see. So I should marry your damn fool brother Dashrath Chaturvédī? Nonsense.” Kaushalyā Bhārgav was furious.
Kaushalyā Chaturvédī smiled.
“My brother, Dashrath Chaturvédī, has already talked about you with our parents. They have even approached to your parents, Kaushalyā Bhārgav.”
Kaushalyā Bhārgav was dumbfounded.
She didn’t know Dashrath Chaturvédī was so seriously in love with her.*
She remembered when once Kaushalyā Chaturvédī and she, Kaushalyā Bhārgav herself, were lovemaking with me.
They both had decided to rape me, ultimately.
Kaushalyā Chaturvédī was horrified.
“Kaushalyā Bhārgav, are you crazy?”
“The Musalmān Beauties and extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies have made Durgesh too much proud. He thinks he doesn’t have any obligation to us Brāhmañ Beauties. He has completely forgotten that basically we Brāhmañ Beauties are made for himself if he is really Param Purush as he claims to be.”
Kaushalyā Chaturvédī always enjoyed this concept very much that the entire Brāhmañ Beauties were basically made for me, and for no one else.
They fucked me nonstop one by one for entire one week.
I was surprised immensely.
They both were Brahm Padminīs and as such, they never needed that much sex.
Sex was their almost infinitesimal need.
That’s why when Padminī Bhārgav proposed Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act, even Brāhmañ Creations passed it without any great objection.
Their Brāhmañ husbands themselves were already crazy to get rid of them.
Their Brahm Padminī wives were extremely beautiful, even beyond imagination, but they were too delicate to be handled roughly even somewhat.
Moreover, they were the ever coldest women that required too much foreplay before consummating actual action.
Countless of them ejaculated even in foreplay itself leaving their husbands almost entirely unsatisfied.
The most of the remnants even ejaculated as soon as their husbands entered them.
Even the rest of them didn’t last as much as their husbands get satisfied sexually.
They were very good wives, otherwise, but never sexually.
Padminī Bhārgav had studied it carefully and cunningly planned to solve the problem with Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act.
She said the Brāhmañ husbands of their Brahm Padminī wives would be suitably compensated with Musalmān wives from Musalmān Creations.
She had already signed such a treaty with Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
“But what about our children?” Dashrath Bhārgav had asked, “Wouldn’t they lose their real mothers in this way? The stepmothers would be stepmothers after all.”
Padminī Bhārgav had looked at him.
“Don’t be silly, Dashrath Bhārgav. I always promoted you, not only because you are my real younger brother. You are more prudent than the rest of the garbage instead.”
Dashrath Bhārgav laughed.
“Watch your language, Dīdī. You are calling most of the Brāhmañ mankind garbage.”
“Because they are,” Padminī Bhārgav said bitterly, “Their enemies spread the virtues of celibacy among them and they stupidly surrender to it. They call it, ‘Brahmcharý’. Nonsense, countless of them are even reviving ‘Narkasý dwāram iyam nārī’ slogan.”
Dashrath Bhārgav smiled cunningly,
“Where in any Ved is it written? Are Brāhmañs leaving Ved practically to the Bachhalyās and Vedic Monotheist Hindus only? What about that Ved instructs:
‘Imām nārīm sukr’té dadhāt’
‘Indro nirjyotishā tamso gā aduxat’
‘Sā vishvāyuh sā vishvkarmā sā vishvdhāyāh. Indrasý tvā bhāgagvong soménātanachmi vishño havyagvong rax’.
Narkasý dwāram iyam nārī isn’t a Ved Mantr, but all the three I quoted, are.”*
Kaikéyī Bhārgav looked at me gravely,
“Who the hell thinks our son, Rām Bhārgav is a suitable candidate of HVSI Bhārgav Brahm Ayodhyā Creations? Is he crazy? Doesn’t Rām Bhārgav deserve more?”
Kaushalyā Bhārgav entered there suddenly.
“You called me, Kaikéyī ?”
Kaikéyī Bhārgav stood in Kaushalyā Bhārgav’s reverence.
“Yes, Dīdī, come on. Please be seated. Our ever anti Brāhmañ Bachhalyā husband has evaluated our son, Rām Bhārgav. I wanted your presence when I discuss it with him.”
Kaushalyā Bhārgav smiled.
“Kaikéyī Bhārgav, please, I was on Hyperspace EV Cam with Bharat. We have decided already Rām is your responsibility, not mine.”
“Dīdī, you must take interest at least in our present politics.”
“That’s what I’m doing, Kaikéyī. Bharat represents me in politics, not Rām. He represents you.”
“That’s why I have called you. Durgesh has declared elections here while your representative in politics is not even here.”
Mantharā Bhārgav smiled cunningly.
“Kaushalyā Bhārgav Dīdī, Durgesh prefers Rām on Bharat.”
“That’s because you forget you are too a Brahm Padminī, Mantharā Bhārgav.” Kaushalyā Bhārgav smiled ingeniously.
Kaikéyī Bhārgav laughed.
I was fucking every one of them though not in the same sex positions.
Kaikéyī Bhārgav and Mantharā Bhārgav both were lying side by side.
Their nude legs were on my shoulders, while Kaushalyā Bhārgav was still my Bhārgav Brahmghođī, my Bhārgav Brahmmare.
Sumitrā Bhārgav was straddling me, while I was lying on my back.
It was a Hyper Trimensional however.
None of them was actually present there except Kaikéyī Bhārgav and me.*
The seven Mithiléshvarīs regarded Sītā Brahm Mithiléshvarī Bhārgav each in her own way.
Brahm Mithilā Creations was actually a large federal sector of United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations.
“I can’t believe even Rām Chandr Chaturvédī has surrendered. How he was against Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act.”
“Chaturvédī Brāhmañ Creations is one of the largest federal sector of United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations.” Sītā Mithiléshvarī Joshī said, “They were constantly using their hyperspace media against Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act. And now, they have simply surrendered. Hell.”
“I had told you.” Sītā Mithiléshvarī Chatterjī smiled cunningly, “Dashrath Chaturvédī was a coward. He could do anything to get the Presidency of Bhārgav Brahm Ayodhyā Creations. Padminī Bhārgav let even Umā Jagdambā Pārvatī Chakrvartī’s candidate win on her own candidate because Dashrath Chaturvédī had promised to vote for Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act.”
“The most objectionable provision of the Act is that it declares as soon as a Brahm Padminī attains majority, as soon as she is eighteen, she is automatically a Brahm Jagdambā. No separate marriage ceremony is even needed.” Sītā Mithiléshvarī Āyangar laughed bitterly.
“I can’t believe I’m only eighteen yet I am a wife of a sixty four years old Bachhalyā.” Sītā Mithiléshvarī Chaturvédī was furious. He can start his damn Chaturang Shāshvat Maithunyog with me whenever the hell he wants.”
“President Janak Mithiléshvar Chaturvédī didn’t say anything?” Sītā Mithiléshvarī Āyangar looked at Sītā Mithiléshvarī Chaturvédī sympathetically.
Sītā Mithiléshvarī Chaturvédī blurted,
“Didn’t say anything? He is all praise for Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act. All his Sunaynās were Brahm Padminīs. Even my own mother Sunaynā Pandit was too. He was fed up of all of them.”
“Fed up of all of them?” Sītā Brahm Mithiléshvarī Bhārgav was furious, “Why? Did anybody compel him ever to marry his Brahm Padminī Sunaynās?”
All of them smiled bitterly.
“Their ever fantastic Brahm Padminī beauty made him marry all of them one by one blindly.” Sītā Mithiléshvarī Chaturvédī said, “But soon his blind thirst for their ever fantastic Brahm Padminī beauty quenched when he found practically that none of them lasted as long on the bed as he could be even satisfied sexually somewhat. His entire enthusiasm for them gradually vanished ultimately.”*
I looked at Kaikéyī Bhārgav quite surprised.
“Kaikéyī Bhārgav, I never promised you I’d fulfill your any two wishes even against Ved, Hinduism, humanity, justice and Democracy even.”
“What the hell are you talking, Durgesh?” Kaikéyī Bhārgav had as if fallen from sky, “Are you telling me you won’t fulfill my two wishes you promised me yourself?”
“Tell me one thing, Kaikéyī Bhārgav,” I asked her patiently, “Why the hell we participated in that Dévāsur Sangrām, that Crusade, that Al Jihād fil Islam fī sabīlillāh, that Holy War, that Dharmyuddh?”
“Because Bachhalyā Dév Chakrvartī, Indr Bachhalyā, needed our help. The Asur traditional Brāhmañs were fighting against him and the other Bachhalyā dévs.”
“Wasn’t Indr Bachhalyā a Vishishŧ Brahm? Aren’t most of the Bachhalyās Vishishŧ Brahms themselves?”
Kaikéyī Bhārgav looked at me sternly.
“You have changed the subject, Durgesh, quite successfully. I never thought you’d ever use your Diplomacy even on me.”
“Neither I.” I smiled.
“What do you mean?”
“Wasn’t it always understood that I would never do anything against Ved, Hinduism, humanity, justice and Democracy even when I promised to fulfill your two wishes? Of course you saved my life then, but if my life was so precious to me that I wanted it to save even against Ved, Hinduism, humanity, justice and Democracy, why would have I participated ab initio in that Dévāsur Sangrām, that Crusade, that Al Jihād fil Islam fī sabīlillāh, that Holy War, that Dharmyuddh?”
Kaikéyī Bhārgav looked at me incredulously.
“I can’t believe, Durgesh, you are refusing me now to grant my two wishes.”
“I never did any such thing, Kaikéyī Bhārgav.” I said gravely, “You saved my life from those Asur traditional Brāhmañs. I owe my life to you. You can take my life still now. But my Hindutv is something far greater than my life even. I don’t owe my Hindutv to you.”
“I never claimed you do. Moreover, I know every Hindu loves his/her Hindutv even more than his/her life. He/she would die gladly instead, if he/she were ever compelled to act against it.”
“For acknowledging our dedication to humanity, rationalism, justice and prosperity.”
“I don’t think your Hindutv is really your dedication to humanity, rationalism, justice and prosperity.”
“Well, that’s what we Vedic Monotheist Hindus think it is. If you don’t think it is so, I’d be glad to discuss it with you.”
“I didn’t send my lady robot to you to discuss your Hindutv.”
“Oh, yes,” I smiled innocently, “why did you?”
“You have come here even after my lady robot returned to me entire five hour ago.”
“Oh, yes. My robots told me that.”
“And you tolerated my request that I needed to see you immediately?”
I looked at her gravely.
“My robots investigated it thoroughly, Kaikéyī Bhārgav, and they decided it wasn’t any emergency actually that you needed to see me immediately. They decided it was only because your friend, Mantharā Bhārgav, had advised you to interrupt my clandestine meeting with Rām.”
“And you couldn’t let me interrupt it?”
“Am I not your wife? Haven’t I marry you despite my entire traditional Brāhmañ society was against it?”
“You married me?” I smiled ironically at her, “Did you? Really? Kaikéyī Bhārgav, you married Dashrath Chaturvédī instead. Didn’t you?”
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