A wandering sadhu,
A well known Tantric sadhaka @ Tarapith.
"MEMOIRS OF THE LEGENDARY NABANI KHYAPA. LITTLE KNOWN TO THE WORLD AS THE MAJOR SPIRITUAL GUIDE TO TAGORE."
Nabani Khepa sat in his asana and began his daily ritual: he packed his panchamukhi chillum with a fine mixture of tobacco and hashish. When it was ready, he dabbed it with snake venom, which he kept in a tiny mother of pearl casket. Silence reigned supreme.
Suddenly a morol, an elder with a voice in the village's affairs, burst in on Nabani: "Father, get ready to leave for Bakreswar immediately!" ... "There has been a death in the village. It is our custom that when someone dies on the day of Nabanya, all of us must accompany the body to the cremation in Bakreswar, and then bathe in the Jivanakund to be prified.
So saying, the man left. Nabani turned to his wife, Brajabala : "We are leaving this village this instant".
His tone made the children realise the gravity of his statement. As they left, Nabani lit his five-headed pipe and sucked on it, crying "Jai guru!"
After a long time, Brajabala turned to Nabani: "Why did we leave the village?"
The response was simple. "How can a Baul live among people who expect him to run after a corpse?"