Tuesday, 1 October 2013

The Occult

Read only if you believe in SUPERNATURAL

This story starts in a math’s class way back in schooling precisely about 10 years ago.

“Sir, no more class please it’s so much for a day” pleaded an exhausted classmate after a 3 hour long class, which was a compensation class for the ‘Unexpected’ holiday the previous day.

Srinivasan – ‘the Angry young man’ (as we call him) over his 40’s is well known for the “rage” he carried with him. He poses a cool look with deep eyes and a well trimmed moustache, unlike his attitude, to the outside world.

The teacher turned to look at the pitiful faces of his students and said “we still got more than half an hour, got any doubts just shoot ‘em”.

The question hour started with the subject and went on to his personal opinion on trivial things.

“Sir, do you believe in ghosts?” asked an enthusiast.

I do!” came back as an immediate reply leaving all the girls in the class shivering. One of ‘em even cried if I remember it right. Girls always do over react in certain situations. “Yes, I do believe because I have had my experiences with them”.

“Now that’s very interesting sir please go on. Explain it!” said I while stressing on the latter part in the angry man’s ‘mark’ style to which the class bursted out in laughter.

“Well, I was a kid then. I along with my sisters were in our fields for sightseeing on a mid day. A huge black smoke seemed to be following us after sometime; picked running soon after we noticed. You won’t believe if I say it started growing bigger and bigger above our heads in the sky. Just don’t look back keep running said my sister. I would never forget that day and the running race we had”

His words sent chilling shivers through our spines. “Sir, have you heard of the SPIRIT BOARD!” asked my friend Karthik.

Yes, it is connected to mediumship, spritualism and vodoo. I advice you not to play with ‘em: They can be real dangerous, I got to tell you this story, a real story as a matter of fact” he stressed.

“As you know I also used to take home tuitions​ earlier, there were 3 notable students whom I used to teach. One day they were very much interested in playing this game of Spirit Board which I hardly believed then. They insisted I stay back and take part in their game which I rejected. By the time I packed my things and began to leave, they already started their “Play”, two of the three were playing and the ‘one’ came to lock the door as I stepped out” he took a long pause and said “The following day I was told that the two were dead as the ceiling fan fell on ‘em and the ‘one’ is missing from the night”.
“One hell of a story, what happened to the ‘one’ who is missing? Was he found?” I asked, unable to hold my curiosity.

“Never found”

Tong… tong… the distant bell began tolling leaving the whole class in a pin drop silence.

“So I request you not to play such games ” he ended the class.

“That was a scary story, don’t know whether he made it up or real” I said to my buddy Karthik.

“What do you think? At his age do you think he is a stupid to prank? After all he is the most revered teacher in the school”

“…and I have this gut feeling of trying this out in the night today” intervened Naren; another friend of mine.

  “Really? After all what has been told?” I rebuked Naren

“Common man it’s worth a try!” came back the reply.

“You try and tell us tomorrow” said Karthik to Naren and turned to me saying “don’t worry he won’t have the balls to do it”


The following day sensing something fishy as Naren was absent for the school, Karthik and I went to Naren. We were shocked to see him in bed.

“He is down with 104 fever from last night, please do inform your class teacher about the leave” told his mom.

“What happened buddy?” Karthik stepped towards Naren hardly controlling his smile, mocking his courage.

“I did try, you guys wouldn’t have the guts to do that even” replied Naren.

“Ok, everythings gonna be fine tell us what happened” I asked.

I made the board and started playing all alone but I couldn’t get a thing; may be more than one is a mandate, trying till late night I decided to drop the idea and sleep. I was the only one awake; having made my bed I stepped out to attend nature calls. As soon as I opened the door I found a buffalo skull at the door step and the seconds later it was gone. That looked real scary man!” I could feel his pounding heart from the distance.

That evening…

I told my elder brother the whole story only to hear him say “oh! Really then we got to try it” at the end. “Don’t worry” he continued, “I know how to avoid the worse

“How come you never mentioned it?”Later I learnt that there are evil spirits and holy spirits. The former ones being malevolent, your fate depends on who attends your call.

“How do I know which one is who?” I asked my brother

“Procedure, the procedure you call it. Holy ones attend your call even in light. The Dark ones love it when everything is DARK”

“Did your friend throw the coin away? And burn the board?”

“No. I don’t think so. We are not even aware of it” I shrugged.

“You got to learn about it fully when you do something” he said with his eyebrows raised.

 The Night
I got courage over brother’s confidence of handling the things and decided to play the Dark that night.
The night of November the 13th, 2003.

Spirit Board,
The Spirit Board also known as the QUIJA , has all the alphabets arranged at the top two rows and followed by numbers 1 to 0. Bottom of it has five circles; four in each direction NSEW and one at the centre.

The North and South directional circles has Start and End written inside the circles and the East, West has YES and NO respectively.

Unlike the traditional Planchette we use the rupee coin to call the spirit into it. Centre circle is where the coin is placed. If the coin moves, it’s the sign of the Devil.

“Off all the lights and light up the candle” said my brother. It was half past Eight we started the play.

“Ok, now recite the words ‘Oh evil spirit please come to this coin’ when I ask you to, we should do it together with utmost concentration. You get that?” asked my brother.

I nodded as a sign of accord.

“Our father in heaven hallowed be thy name…..” he started with the prayer to lord for keeping a watch on us while we hover in the Dark.

In the candle light the brown spirit board seemed to be glowing between our laps. Adding to the glory, the cryptic symbols on the board gave a mystic feeling.

“Now”

“Oh evil spirit please come to this coin” we recited in unison.

About more than fifteen minutes we kept reciting the same. All our attempts turned out futile.

“hmm… turn the god pictured wall hangers towards the wall, I mean face them towards the wall” said my brother almost murmuring.

I did so

We started reciting the same now and in about two minutes I witnessed the light of the candle fluttering like it went mad despite not much air. 

Slowly the coin started moving towards north to the ‘start’ circle. I now hear my heart beat quivering with the same pace that of the candle light.

Flickering of the candle doesn’t seem to fade.

“Hi are you here?” my brother started speaking to it.

I didn’t say a thing as I was scared as shit.

My heart began to tremble even more when the coin started moving towards ‘Yes’.

Our own shadows appeared to be moving rapidly in the flickering candle light.

“What’s your name?”

The coin moved towards ‘Z’ then slowly headed to ‘A’ and then to ‘I’ and finally ‘D’

ZAID, ZAID it is, I thought

“Where are you from?”

It was a long time till the coin touched all the letters “BAGHDAD”

“How did you die?” all the questions were about the spirit as it is essential to know what kind of spirit it was.

WAR came as a reply.

All put together we are confronting a spirit named Zaid who was killed at war in Baghdad.

The flickering light gave me a strong feeling of a bad omen. The light doesn’t seem to fade but just to flicker flicker and flicker.

A series of quick questions were posed and answered by the spirit. After all that we wanted to know was finished then it was time for us to stop.

But the hardest and the saddest part in the spirit board game is you do not have the liberty to end it. The spirit chooses whether to leave when we ask to leave or go play on.


“Are you willing to leave now?” we asked when the clock struck half past ten.

Our hearts began to pound faster when it moved towards ‘No’

Keep playing that’s what it meant.

Then I decided to ask the most mysterious question of the mankind,
“What is life after death?”

In the Dark, the candle began to flicker faster. We were scared as hell. I began to think that asking the question was an invitation to death.

The coin did not move an inch.

The intensity of flickering went high and high.

It flickered flickered and suddenly dead.

Pitch Dark, for a second my heart seemed to have stopped beating.
The next second the lights in the house were on

“What were you guys doing” said my father switching all the lights on.
I found myself on the floor to the corner with my eyes filled with tears and legs quivering

“Nothing” said my brother.

“Get back to your beds” saying this father returned to his room.

We didn’t speak a word and moved towards our beds.

The next morning at the breakfast “Dad, you literally saved us coming to our room last night” I said to him
“Last night?When?”

I will never forget the night, the flickering candle and what had happened.










Saturday, 11 May 2013

MY EXPERIENCE WITH A “TALIBAN” DRESSED

MY EXPERIENCE WITH A “TALIBAN” DRESSED

S8-52, showed the message from the 4” screen of my mobile. “Thank God” I sighed out of relief. It was a confirmation for my ticket to Bengaluru from Hyderabad. Yeshwanthpura express – Platform No 4 was scrolling on the electronic display. “Two years of Management Education has come to end! It was like yesterday I joined” climbing up the stairs on the foot over I was lost in deep thoughts about our farewell. 
“S3, S4…..S8 there it is” with the heavy luggage I reached out for seat 52. Middle berth it was, busy in finding a place for my luggage I didn’t bother of who’s around. It was when I am about to sit and relax I did pay attention to the man sitting in front of me. Flinched at the first sight, couldn’t believe my eyes.
“Small ferocious eyes, with thick eye brows, black thick moustache running down the long nose joining the long beard which ended up half the way to his chest line. All in white kurta and white pajamas there he sat beside the window. Cascades of long lustrous hair emerging out of the Taqiyah(Muslim cap) and running down to the back of his ears. Kaffiyeh: the reddish brown cloth went around his head above the Taqiyah and folded on to the shoulders”, it was then to my horror I realized I was confronting a TALIBAN dressed.


In one hand he held out a book in Urdu in which I presumed to be Quran, albeit the Quran is so small. Reading from the book he was counting on the prayer beads of the Tasbih (Rosary). Then there was my brain sending mind boggling unanswerable questions.
“Probably he was reading out Quran for seeking pardon for what he is gonna do to night?” “Was this a suicide bombing mission for him?”
“Why did they choose a train, because the target people are myriad?”
“It has only been a few weeks from the Hyderabad blasts, is he connected to it in any way?”
“Are they planning for blasts in Bengaluru now?”
“AND WHAT WAS THAT IN THAT BIG BLUE PLASTIC COVER NEXT TO HIM?” there was a big plastic cover next to him and it appeared too thick to find out what was in it.
The side window co passengers seems to be least bothered about him, while a middle aged man next to this Taliban was staring at my askance and laughing as a sign of sharing similar thought.
“Was the Plastic bag is full of RDX?”
“What if he comes out with an AK 47 from his luggage bag, which is under his berth?”
“Why should this happen to us, why should this happen to anybody at all? What did anybody on the train did to ‘em?” questions kept popping.
“Was that the last Biryani of my life?”
“Is this the reason behind my going home before this Bengaluru trip, meeting parents for the last time?”
“Was that the last time I said goodbye to my friends?”… “Oh, fuck! Was that the last time I shagged off?”
Sensing no sense outta this LAST TIME non sense, I prepared to be tough. First thing came out of my mind is “If this guy escapes after planning something let me tell the world how he looked like”, then I opened my facebook account and posted a status about him.
“If the guy opens up an AK 47 from his bag, let me hurl pair of my shows on him and try attacking on him” expecting others to join, weird thought isn’t it?
“I bet ya, you will face the hard me”, let me keep a watch on him, I was talking to myself.
MIDNIGHT
            On this horrendous night, I know it would be a sleepless night for me. But I tried to be normal and closed my eyes.  “Wake Up” sudden flow of adrenaline woke me up and to my horror, he wasn’t on his bed. I looked out for his luggage bag and plastic bag, which I found to be intact. Post 5 minutes he come from the aisle, looked tired and went to bed. I waited, waited and waited until my eyes shut.
Early in the morning
It was half past five in the morning I woke up to see the ‘Taliban dressed’ already woke up and reading the same book. It was like the opposite atmosphere from the last night, so serene and peaceful. Now I look a different man in him, all gone in one night, soon everything started becoming clear. The blue plastic bag is filled with clothes which I couldn’t see the last night, the book should have been a daily prayer book for prayers.
Experience always teaches you something, this trip has taught me
“Not everything you see is what you assume it is”
“A religion or attire is never an inference of something”
"You will find how stronger you are when being tough is the only option left"
“Mostly, when you pass your brain the negative it will only send back the negatives making you blind of the positives, intensifying the impact and forcing you to act in haste”
I thanked god for doing nothing in haste that night.