A woman wails in guilt. Her womb remains barren after years of marriage, and after persistent cursing by the society she has come to blame her own self. She feels herself to be a blotch in the name of womanhood.
A sadhu (sage) walks by, holding a holy-man stick, a mendicant's bowl, and all that. His bulk and biceps make him seem more like a wrestler, though. The woman rushes outside and falls on her feet, weeping. The sage exclaims "You are troubled by something, aren't you?", as if it was something beyond perception. The woman goes la-la over this observation and her faith in the sage is affirmed. The sage hands over some white paste on a green leaf, and asks the woman to consume it for a fertile womb.
The sage leaves and the woman rushes back inside, dreaming about finally having a baby. She is about to lick off the gooey white thing, when a hand grasps that leaf and throws it out through the window onto a pile of cow dung. It was mr. husband, who assumed her wife was bent on committing suicide, and was about to consume poison in her depression. Losers.
12 years later: the woman still weeps in her depression. A buddy tells her about this awesome sage outside the village premises. She rushes away again, to find that its the same sage. She falls on her feet again, weeping even more. The sage quizzes her over that white stuff, and she explains that her husband threw it out. The sage is furious and asks her to point out the spot where it landed. She takes him back home and points out that pile of cow dung. The sage does magic and the entire pile of shit is lifted into the air, and out comes a young boy, of exactly 12 years of age. He is a clone of that sage, and the sage proclaims him to be his son, naming him Gorakhnath. But the woman insists that she's still barren, and that since Gorakhnath has been incubated in her own courtyard, she deserves to be his mother and keep him. After more intense weeping, the sage hands over the boy to that woman and leaves. The woman suddenly has a sun and all the villagers come rushing in and look at her with great respect.
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