AN irradiated eye, darkly penetrating and set in yellow-gold, shines steadily over the Temple of Freemasons. As the afternoon light chases deep shadows in Mumbai's Freemason Hall, the temple pulsates with its rich symbols, primed for its mystic rites. This is where the masonic brotherhood gathers to enact rituals that are over 250 years old. Rites that have been performed with seamless continuity since the birth of the recondite fraternity in Britain, cloaked in a secrecy that has tantalised the imagination of the uninitiated.