Plight of the Troublesome Sadhus

Jagaswami and Krackaswami woke up the next moahning. Jagaswami groaned in pain. His head hurt. He had a hangover. Krackaswami was feeling sick, eating mea* and no whole-grains or fruit had given him a touch of constipation. Jags called out "Bala, where are you?" angrily. Then he remembered that Bala had not been seen for some time. "Must be rotting in some corner of the forest", he cursed."Useless chap!"

He took a deep breath. Aah, the place smelt good at least. The aroma was of course of rotting garbage which was blocking the doors and forming little mounds outside each window. Jags and Krackiswami rolled in some rotting garbage and felt distinctly better. That allowed Jags to launch another volley of curses at Balanandaswami.

The kitchen was charred beyond recognition. It was providential that the mansion had not burned down. "Look if Bala is not returning, we need to find someone else to serve us" said Krackaswami.

Jags answered smoothly "Why, there's you, Kracks. After making coffee you can press my aching back." He then added softly, "You know I never forgive those who betray me."

Kracks did not move, although his ear wiggled at the last sentence. Jags understood that now was not the time to push Kracks to the edge and lose him. Maybe Kracks too was thinking of leaving. "Yup, you are right, Kracks. We need to collar some more devotees. For the moment even a poor one will do, to clean up this place, and cook for us. Later we can look for a rich one whose house we can take over, if need be."

He then added "Oh by the way Kracks, talking about titles, I was thinking of promoting you to Acharya for your unparalleled devotion to me. If you continue, you will be made paramacharya later.
I, of course, will remain Bhagavan for all, although i spent all of last night toying with Jagadguru. Perhaps that can be added on official communications and publicity. "

"Bhagavan Jagaswami Jagadguru", Jagaswami said with a flourish, and found he enjoyed the sound of it. Although it should be much longer, he thought. Perhaps 108 "Sri"'s could be added in the beginning.

Krackaswami thought that being called Acharya was a great idea. It would help him later when he needed to take over Jagaswami's followers.

He made a little fire with a pawful of garbage and prepared a pot of coffee. How sad to burn garbage, he thought. Lovely rotting garbage.

Meanwhile Jags was thinking about what he had recently found in the attic. That should take him a long way.