Muscle Man took a iron chain and handed over to me in case situation demand so . First we went to Hyderabad Gate to take some puffs of Classic which might be useful for controlling our nerves . " Hopefully we will be able to give a whack to Kalla and toast for him on his birthday at 00:00 this night " Muscle Man said coldly while lighting up our stick. We had a perfect combination and used to share almost every damn idea which emerged in our grey matter. We rode back towards our destination and saw Jaanu with Ganga following Langda . At Vishwanath Temple we saw almost a group of persons going inside which is again a rare sight . Generally it is difficult to find a chap after 7:30 pm , the time when shops were gunned down by proctorial board guards who already achieved their expiry dates . Suddenly we saw a beast like structure near the lamp post , my goodness , this was Jaat . Muscle Man showed his middle finger and greeted him with words filled with deep loathing. At a sudden Manager Saheb came from directly opposite direction and hissed angrily over Jaat . Budhau who was sitting behind suggested ,"Lets not waste our time for over bull ." It was cloudy dusty night and it was difficult for moonlight to enlighten this part of the earth . Jackals and dogs both were crying rhythmically. The zephyr got boosted by subtropical trees ,which shed their leaf during this part of the year and seem to be typhoonic . The whole atmosphere were dusty and our eyes could not visualize the things properly , a complete hazy look persisted . Suddenly we saw a tall brunette with long curly hair , with a dark skinny jeans and whitish long coat . It again gave a high tension shock to our neurons , a foreigner girl alone , that too in campus , that too at night.
We drove towards her with a moderate speed and seen Langda coming , accelerated ourselves . From a distance six of us saw him being stopped by brunette . They had some chat and sat below a tree. "Gordon Bennett ! Langda get an imported hen",Jannu giggled . "He will get more sandals than Kalla , I swear", Ganga added . "Don't be over orgasmic " , Budhau suggested in a placid vintage tone. "They are moving towards central library " , Manager Saheb said hurriedly and started his bike. Ganga and Jaanu almost sprinted behind Langda . We took a different route and tried to create a loop around the two . "Hey ! He is a man ", Muscle Man said with a grin . Yes he was a man , all of us noticed . They were sitting on a mini cross dam made for the proper drainage found in abundance inside the campus . We decided not to interfere but not to leave Langda alone as well . We gathered almost 20 meters away from there below a mango tree.
It was quarter to 11. We were sitting below the tree providing sumptuous banquet for the female mosquitoes , envious when saw the girls returning after slaughtering her boyfriends and in return holding them intimately from behind.
"Even the dogs have better fate than us ", Jaanu said . All of us tried to laugh at our donkey driven luck. In a frustration I made a call to Langda and asked if he was safe and if yes how long he will conversed with a stranger. He did not answer my last question clearly.
"I heard black power gets stronger in the dark " , Ganga quoted and a complete blackout to follow which is again a rare thing in the campus. All of us became inarticulated , it seems that somebody filched our courage . We quickly came on the main road towards the bikes. I again made the call and threatened Langda that we would thrash his strange guest if he wouldn't clarify the things, again he could not answered properly . That is how cookie crumbles.
It was half past 11 , darkness prevails , the two shadows got up and moved . We also drove our bikes and waited at legendary Limbadi Corner. Near the Rajputana hostel , the stranger went towards main gate and Langda moved towards us .
"He was a gay , he wanted to have relation with me ." Langda informed us in his room . We all get corona shock. It seems every word was jumping , there was a numbness. " He got all the information about me from the orkut", Langda added . "Why don't you informed us at that time, we would have chopped him ", Manager Saheb shouted angrily.
"He won't try to approach me ever ",Langda said firmly . "Let's disperse and wish Kalla ", advised Budhau . Everyone was in state of limbo . We didn't know whether to laugh or to scream or to bang our head against the wall.
I alone left in the room with Langda ," His name was Rahul, they have a big organization but I will screw them if he again try to intrude." Langda said slowly ,"Just do it , don't allow them to intrude", I said in a boisterous mood . Langda thought for a while , took his cell phone and made a call . I almost snatched the cellphone from Langda and given my breathless abuses to whoever he was . Our ghost finally attained salvation.
At a sudden Jaat entered in the room , " Why you guys were sitting beside the road ". "We were praying for your salvation ", said I . We grinned , Jaat went out angrily .
Flash message remain a mystery for us .
Monday, October 5, 2009
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Encounter With The Ghost
Giggles burst out from my insight . " Its not April first my brother , no more . Please no more ", Said I . In a dismal and frustrating tone Langda answered ," Bhai , here is the cellphone . Make a call at your number ". I almost snatched the cell phone and not even bothered to search contacts but dialed my number manually . My cell cried , Langda pressed the received button and at the same time I heard the some interfering sound followed by a total null , no screaming . Then we ended the call , after which I made a glance over the screen , Jesus ! the same message , as described.
My face turn cold , whole body quivered , I read slowly , "I thank you from the bottom of my heart . We can change the world if we work together." It seems somebody had abducted my soul . I was speechless at the same time bit horrified .
It was already half past six in the evening , my cellphone was weeping again , it was Manager Saheb who was inviting for a trip to Mecca , I declined and pretended to have headache. We had some brain storming session to get the meaning of the entire message . We applied all the permutation and combinations , from Bible to Geeta , from digital communication fundamentals to mobile networking but remain clueless. Suddenly a firm voice oozed from the throat of my poor friend ," He suppose to call me again , same time , today , this will be going to be the judgement night , the dooms night." There was a total silence in the room number 200 of Vivekanand Hostel . It was dusk , we could hear the chirping sound of birds , the sound of CV47 firing voraciously nearby making whole lobby a combat zone , The Wall of Pink Floyd undoubtedly from room number 195 , the devil's den , the devil who either laugh or making full use of my sound system.
I suddenly suggested Langda , "Lets go for Lankating ,have our dinner . Lets refresh ourselves . Tensions won't do good to anyone." We took a rikshaw and went , after some bird watching we had our dinner . After dinner I realized credit left in my cell phone was only 29 paise so I went for a recharge to a nearby retailer who owns a PCO as well. Its curiosity who killed the crow as always , I had shown him that number of abaddon after getting my cell phone recharged.
What comes after was even more complicated and seems to be a abstruse cobweb . The PCO owner answered," Bhai saab! This is of my PCO only , do you also have any problem. " "Also! what do you mean ?" Langda asked . His face turned red , eyes were protruding . " Bhaiya ! sometimes ago an aged person came to me and complained that somebody at night called him from my PCO and threatened to bomb him. " Both of us gave a cold smile and asked ,"yesterday at 00:00 we too got a call , could you remember the customer" without any hesitation he said no . We don't waste any further time in argument and again hire a rikshaw to our hostel. On the way there was haunting lull . Both of us were unable to utter a word . We could listen the rhythmic sound of rikshaw chain . At a sudden there was a call , call from unknown number for Langda. He picked it up and conversation began , no interfering sound , no screaming . My god!
The same fellow , by this time we gathered our control , calm ourselves and Langda asked him to call afterwards mentioning he is on way . Truth is always stranger than the fiction . No flash messages . It stopped , yes it stopped.
The whole incident was such that we were sure that there is something which is supernatural , which is beyond our knowledge at the same time we were determined and ready to face .
Next morning , Langda told me he would meet the caller . I suggested if possible try to meet inside the campus as we loose our grip once you move away from campus and enter into archaic , mystic Varanasi . "I'll try ", he answered laconically and went away .
It was a dusty evening , a meeting was going on in room number 37 , Langda finally convinced the caller to meet near Vishwanath Temple, but asked him to come at 9:15 pm and alone. I asked Muscle Man and Manager Saheb , the most reliable and committed persons and Budhau asked Ganga and Jaanu , the two rockstars for the proper planning. Jaat was loitering in the lobby . Jaat was a muddle headed gadfly hence an isolated persona . He became inquisitive but none of us bothered . Finally it was decided that Langda will go alone . I would be with Muscle Man and Budhau with Manager Saheb on bikes from two opposite directions . Jaanu and Ganga would keep a track on Langda from at least 5o meters . All of us wished a luck to other and moved.
(to be continued)
My face turn cold , whole body quivered , I read slowly , "I thank you from the bottom of my heart . We can change the world if we work together." It seems somebody had abducted my soul . I was speechless at the same time bit horrified .
It was already half past six in the evening , my cellphone was weeping again , it was Manager Saheb who was inviting for a trip to Mecca , I declined and pretended to have headache. We had some brain storming session to get the meaning of the entire message . We applied all the permutation and combinations , from Bible to Geeta , from digital communication fundamentals to mobile networking but remain clueless. Suddenly a firm voice oozed from the throat of my poor friend ," He suppose to call me again , same time , today , this will be going to be the judgement night , the dooms night." There was a total silence in the room number 200 of Vivekanand Hostel . It was dusk , we could hear the chirping sound of birds , the sound of CV47 firing voraciously nearby making whole lobby a combat zone , The Wall of Pink Floyd undoubtedly from room number 195 , the devil's den , the devil who either laugh or making full use of my sound system.
I suddenly suggested Langda , "Lets go for Lankating ,have our dinner . Lets refresh ourselves . Tensions won't do good to anyone." We took a rikshaw and went , after some bird watching we had our dinner . After dinner I realized credit left in my cell phone was only 29 paise so I went for a recharge to a nearby retailer who owns a PCO as well. Its curiosity who killed the crow as always , I had shown him that number of abaddon after getting my cell phone recharged.
What comes after was even more complicated and seems to be a abstruse cobweb . The PCO owner answered," Bhai saab! This is of my PCO only , do you also have any problem. " "Also! what do you mean ?" Langda asked . His face turned red , eyes were protruding . " Bhaiya ! sometimes ago an aged person came to me and complained that somebody at night called him from my PCO and threatened to bomb him. " Both of us gave a cold smile and asked ,"yesterday at 00:00 we too got a call , could you remember the customer" without any hesitation he said no . We don't waste any further time in argument and again hire a rikshaw to our hostel. On the way there was haunting lull . Both of us were unable to utter a word . We could listen the rhythmic sound of rikshaw chain . At a sudden there was a call , call from unknown number for Langda. He picked it up and conversation began , no interfering sound , no screaming . My god!
The same fellow , by this time we gathered our control , calm ourselves and Langda asked him to call afterwards mentioning he is on way . Truth is always stranger than the fiction . No flash messages . It stopped , yes it stopped.
The whole incident was such that we were sure that there is something which is supernatural , which is beyond our knowledge at the same time we were determined and ready to face .
Next morning , Langda told me he would meet the caller . I suggested if possible try to meet inside the campus as we loose our grip once you move away from campus and enter into archaic , mystic Varanasi . "I'll try ", he answered laconically and went away .
It was a dusty evening , a meeting was going on in room number 37 , Langda finally convinced the caller to meet near Vishwanath Temple, but asked him to come at 9:15 pm and alone. I asked Muscle Man and Manager Saheb , the most reliable and committed persons and Budhau asked Ganga and Jaanu , the two rockstars for the proper planning. Jaat was loitering in the lobby . Jaat was a muddle headed gadfly hence an isolated persona . He became inquisitive but none of us bothered . Finally it was decided that Langda will go alone . I would be with Muscle Man and Budhau with Manager Saheb on bikes from two opposite directions . Jaanu and Ganga would keep a track on Langda from at least 5o meters . All of us wished a luck to other and moved.
(to be continued)
Saturday, October 3, 2009
Call Of A Ghost
I was toiled away after full day Co-curricular wing activities and the brain washings of President IT-Gymkhana . It was a festive Saturday evening when all the shackles of melancholy mess food got broken and we generally headed towards our Mecca , the famous AV, a road side dhaba famous for chicken dishes . Suddenly I saw Langda as we call him , my unfortunate room partner of first year in a pensive mood . My involvement in college fests as a coordinator brought me very little time for my batch mates . So that very day I decided to go for dinner with Langda . I greeted him in my old familiar style which adorned with some incendiary abuses , in return he replied coldly and to my utmost surprise he came to my room .
I had the slightest idea of his mood . I pinched him again in Joker style , " Dude ! Why so serious ?" In reply there was a total silence . I was bit annoyed but not said anything further . After a while he closed the door and said silently ," Bhai ! I am restless since last night " . I wondered there must be some health problem . He added further ," Dude ! Whatever I will tell you , you may not believe it but it is true and please don't reveal this to any one . Any one means anyone ."
By that time I was about loose my patience but by the God's grace I controlled myself , which is again a ninth wonder for me . I said ,"feel free , you can always discuss the things with me ".
He uttered ,"I got a call last night " . I burst into giggles and congratulate him ,"Man! Finally you have done it . Congrats for your first cat hunt." He remained silent . I added further ," Is there breakup in the first talk itself ?" . At a sudden he burst ," It was a ghastly call . The cell rings at sharp 00:00 . One male voice was on call , he knows my name , my personal detail and even about the fact that I use specs. " He was sweating in the evening of pleasant February . Langda was never a callow youth so I got shocked and began to wonder if he was hallucinating . Langda added ," Caller was using a very sophisticated philosophical language . Caller asked me if I want to know true Indian culture and philosophy I need to go to Hotel Taz Ganges to meet him . " I said , " Then how come your perception about the call being ghastly and grisly ?" Langda took a long breath , smiled a bit and quoted " No , I am not interested , with these words I ended the Call . Then I went to Buddha . " Buddha was his 3rd next neighbor . Buddha or Budhau as we call him because of his sensibility .
Langda told me that it took around 15 minutes to wake him up and now come the gist .
Langda told ," After a mind wobbling discussion we decided to call him back . So we dialed the last received call number . On the other side instead of any ring there was a interfering noises followed by a screaming and the call get disconnected . Then a message flashes on my Nokia 1100 set ." The message was truly horrifying which displays over his black and white screen after every attempted call since then.
(to be continued)
I had the slightest idea of his mood . I pinched him again in Joker style , " Dude ! Why so serious ?" In reply there was a total silence . I was bit annoyed but not said anything further . After a while he closed the door and said silently ," Bhai ! I am restless since last night " . I wondered there must be some health problem . He added further ," Dude ! Whatever I will tell you , you may not believe it but it is true and please don't reveal this to any one . Any one means anyone ."
By that time I was about loose my patience but by the God's grace I controlled myself , which is again a ninth wonder for me . I said ,"feel free , you can always discuss the things with me ".
He uttered ,"I got a call last night " . I burst into giggles and congratulate him ,"Man! Finally you have done it . Congrats for your first cat hunt." He remained silent . I added further ," Is there breakup in the first talk itself ?" . At a sudden he burst ," It was a ghastly call . The cell rings at sharp 00:00 . One male voice was on call , he knows my name , my personal detail and even about the fact that I use specs. " He was sweating in the evening of pleasant February . Langda was never a callow youth so I got shocked and began to wonder if he was hallucinating . Langda added ," Caller was using a very sophisticated philosophical language . Caller asked me if I want to know true Indian culture and philosophy I need to go to Hotel Taz Ganges to meet him . " I said , " Then how come your perception about the call being ghastly and grisly ?" Langda took a long breath , smiled a bit and quoted " No , I am not interested , with these words I ended the Call . Then I went to Buddha . " Buddha was his 3rd next neighbor . Buddha or Budhau as we call him because of his sensibility .
Langda told me that it took around 15 minutes to wake him up and now come the gist .
Langda told ," After a mind wobbling discussion we decided to call him back . So we dialed the last received call number . On the other side instead of any ring there was a interfering noises followed by a screaming and the call get disconnected . Then a message flashes on my Nokia 1100 set ." The message was truly horrifying which displays over his black and white screen after every attempted call since then.
(to be continued)
Friday, August 14, 2009
The Hemlock
With the numb eyes and wrinkled face , he was looking the passengers at the platform . There was nothing special to notice about as we find such people at such places in abundance , specially in India. The lachrymose eyes were searching for something in Ajmeri Gate terminus . Unlike other people I eschewed him and trying to listen to anouncements made regarding the RajendraNagar Rajdhani Express by P.A. system. It was the July evening time before dusk , the hot , dusty, noisy Delhi railway station proved to be a gadfly for me. I went near a IRCTC cafe to buy a cup of iced tea . At a sudden I gave a glance to that fellow , he was whispering something and that too continuously . I ignored him again and had my tea .
Suddenly I heard a folk song which I could not understand . To my utmost surprise I saw the same man singing and playing an indigenous instrument which again difficult for me to coin . A friend of mine whose grandmother is from Jammu told me that the language was dogri . Though I couldnot understand the lyrics but music was bland . I went to him and offered a five rupee coin , he screamed then genuflected with folded hands and said ,"Babu , Jehar kha lun ..bhikh lene se pahle ".
He picked his long stick with crooked handle and his soiled bag and tried to get up but quivered and collapsed .
His belongings scatterd on the platform floor . I had collected his entire tressure and put back in his bag . There were diaries , some dogri literature , a potrait of a family and some dry leaves and roots. I bought a bottle of water for him , few minutes later he regained consciousness and opened his bucolic eyes . I was wordless , he broken the silence and said he was searching his lost son for ten years . Since a month daily he thought of consuming those leaves and roots to get himself hemlocked , but every time when he intended to do so he recalled his only left dream to return to his soil with his lost son and compose dogri folks . This is a vicious circle , but an ignored truth and a bitter reality of our secular India .
Suddenly I heard a folk song which I could not understand . To my utmost surprise I saw the same man singing and playing an indigenous instrument which again difficult for me to coin . A friend of mine whose grandmother is from Jammu told me that the language was dogri . Though I couldnot understand the lyrics but music was bland . I went to him and offered a five rupee coin , he screamed then genuflected with folded hands and said ,"Babu , Jehar kha lun ..bhikh lene se pahle ".
He picked his long stick with crooked handle and his soiled bag and tried to get up but quivered and collapsed .
His belongings scatterd on the platform floor . I had collected his entire tressure and put back in his bag . There were diaries , some dogri literature , a potrait of a family and some dry leaves and roots. I bought a bottle of water for him , few minutes later he regained consciousness and opened his bucolic eyes . I was wordless , he broken the silence and said he was searching his lost son for ten years . Since a month daily he thought of consuming those leaves and roots to get himself hemlocked , but every time when he intended to do so he recalled his only left dream to return to his soil with his lost son and compose dogri folks . This is a vicious circle , but an ignored truth and a bitter reality of our secular India .
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