What the Hell? The Man Was His Own Culprit!

Mission 321

The man lay in the ICU, his head wrapped in bandages. Police Commissioner Saswat P B stood by his bedside, speaking in a measured tone.

“You were hit badly on the head. You’re lucky to be alive. You were working on Mission 321—probably cracked it too, because you called me. But before you could tell me anything, the culprit attacked you.”

The man stared blankly.

“You’ve lost your memory. Even your identity. Now that you’ve recovered physically, I’m giving you another chance, but I cannot send you back on active duty. You’re on indefinite leave with one task: find your true identity and the culprit. Do that, and you’ll succeed me as the new commissioner.”

The words meant nothing to him. All he grasped was that he had to find someone—a culprit. After his discharge, he returned to the city where his mission had begun, determined to finish what he’d started.

Everything looked unfamiliar. Faces passed like shadows until one sparked recognition—though he couldn’t recall the name. The man approached him.

“How are you, Adhunik Sir?”

Adhunik. That must be his name. He nodded, pretending to remember.

“I’m Dev,” the man said warmly. “What brings you here?”

Adhunik explained his mission in vague terms. He knew no one else. Dev’s face lit up. “I’ll help you. Whatever you need.”

Dev became indispensable. Documents, contacts, arrangements—everything appeared within minutes. Days turned to weeks, weeks to months. Yet the mission went nowhere.

“This is getting difficult to manage alone,” Dev said one day. “Let me bring someone to help with daily tasks.”

He introduced Indrani, a graceful woman with striking beauty. Adhunik was captivated instantly. Within weeks, he proposed. Dev beamed with approval. Now both Dev and Indrani supported him, making life comfortable.

A year passed. Commissioner Saswat called, asking for a report. Adhunik had nothing to offer.

“I need a proper workspace,” he told Dev. “Somewhere I can focus.”

Dev arranged a spacious office. “You should hire a receptionist,” he suggested, and brought Kamini Mehra.

She arrived with a sob story—orphaned, desperate, this job her only lifeline. “Please, sir, never fire me. I have no one else.” Her words were pitiful, but her manner was confident, almost calculated. She carried herself like someone who knew exactly what she wanted.

Slowly, Adhunik found himself drawn to her. His days split between home with Indrani and the office with Kamini. Mission 321 faded into background noise. Three years evaporated.

Commissioner Saswat sent a messenger—a stern man named Satwik.

“You’ve forgotten your mission,” Satwik said sharply. “You must find the truth.”

Adhunik resisted. He had a life now, an identity. Why dig up the past?

But Satwik was relentless. After heated arguments, Adhunik reluctantly agreed. Satwik led him to an abandoned place, deep and forgotten.

“Look carefully,” Satwik instructed.

In the shadows, Adhunik saw a figure—familiar yet strange. The figure shifted forms, surrounded by companions that also kept changing.

“I’ve seen him before,” Adhunik whispered.

“Push deeper. You’ll find the truth.”

Adhunik searched his fractured memories. Suddenly, clarity struck like lightning.

“It’s Dev! And those companions—they’re Indrani and Kamini! Dev hired someone named Tamra to attack me. Indrani and Kamini—they’re twin sisters. Rajashi and Manashi. Notorious criminals.”

“Good,” Satwik said. “Now look at them again.”

Adhunik turned to face them. But there was nothing. The figures had vanished completely. The shadows were empty.

“Congratulations,” Satwik said. “You are the new Commissioner.”

Then Satwik too disappeared.

The Revelation

This allegory speaks the language of Jnana Yoga—the path of self-knowledge. Mission 321 is the eternal question: “Who am I?”

Adhunik means “new” or “modern,” representing the false identity we assume. But Manava (humanity) means “not new”—we are eternal, not temporary. Commissioner Saswat P B symbolizes Saswat Para Brahman—the Eternal Absolute Reality.

Dev is Aham-Dev, the Ego—our borrowed, false identity. Indrani represents sensory pleasures that soothe our Indriyas (senses). Kamini is Maya, the seductress who keeps us enchanted with the unreal world.

Satwik represents Sattva—the quality of purity and clarity that guides us toward truth. When we discover the true nature of the Ego and its companions through Sattvic guidance, they all dissolve. Even Satwik disappears once his purpose is fulfilled.

What remains is only Saswat Para Brahman—the Eternal Self that we always were.