Lucky and Nasty.

Lately I have got the opportunity to meet so many pathetic people in many walks of life. Some I could avoid, but many I had to and will have to endure. And there are many like me who suffer these organisms which are not even close to being human. I was thinking to myself - who could possibly love them? Who would put up with this big bag of shit? I guess that is exactly where FAMILY comes into the picture, because I doubt if they have even a single friend. Family sticks by you no matter how dirty you are, no matter how dumb you are and how much you hurt them. They would still find a reason to love you and hang on in there for you. Haven't we heard the phrase - "that's a face only a mother can love". Your own family will be there for you inspite of all your short-comings. If it wasn't for their families, left to us, we should have beaten the living day-lights of them. Period. Morons.

Paranormal Activity Series - Post 1

After the last few posts about Paranormal Activity, there has been quite a few requests to talk/discuss more about them. The earlier posts Paranormal Activity and Of Blackmagic and Voodoo Dolls, still attract a lot of attention. And which is the reason why I am going to have a series of posts on Ghosts, Paranormal Activity and Black magic coming up.

Well, today I want to take you back in time. This was the year 1997 and Babi's dad had decided to build a new home for them. And the work had just started when they noticed unimaginable and unexplained setbacks which just did not allow the work to proceed. Maybe it was something minor like, the laborers refused to turn up or if they did, they got hurt and had to leave half way. Otherwise someone in the family would get ill and had to be taken to the hospital and for the same reason the workers would have to be send back. This went on for some time and it started causing concern for everybody. Well, things like this happening in continuation obviously would cause worry. And suddenly nobody would agree to come and work at their place. They either feared something or they just bluntly refused. Nobody understood why. This went on for sometime till there came a group of workers all the way from Tamil Nadu. They agreed to work and they started by leveling the ground near where the foundation stone was laid.

Suddenly by afternoon there was a huge scream in the work-area. Suspecting an other accident everybody rushed to the scene. But there was no accident. But there stood the workers. Scared. horrified. Frigid. And when they were asked what happened, they pointed towards a bottle, which looked something like that in this picture. Babi's uncle who supervised the work there had no clue what that was about. He asked them why they got scared and they said with reluctance that the corked bottle contain a palm leaf with satanic inscriptions. Not convinced by their point, uncle went ahead and grabbed the bottle and told them that there is nothing to worry and that they could resume work, but they denied and even without taking their wages, they rushed from the site.

Uncle, still not convinced about the incident was however troubled by their view. He opened the bottle and what he saw was some inscriptions in Arabic on a stack of palm leaves. They were written in minute size and could barely be understood. They were small and closely packed and there were nearly 25 long leaves closely stacked. Seeing this, uncle still recalls a chill that went up his spine. He however packed it back fast and rushed towards a priest, about whom he had heard has miraculous powers to ward away evil.

The Muslim priest was equally shocked to see the bottle which after proper scrutiny, the priest said that it contained a satanic curse written on them for 1000 times. And doing that the person who wished the family's downfall, cast an evil spell onto them. The priest promised to do the needful to neutralize the damage the spell had done to them and he also said that they were lucky to get hold of that so soon, before it destroyed the entire home and its people.

And rightly so, just as uncle got back, he received a call from one of the workers asking if he could come with his team tomorrow.

And today, Babi's home is one of the most beautiful homes in that area and after that incident, things were so smooth. So, as I told earlier, there are somethings that exist that our eyes cant see, but that which our hearts cant deny against.

So, tell me - can you agree with convinction that you are alone when you are reading this?

The Curse of the Voodoo Dolls

For many of us, the only education we have of voodoo dolls is from the lyrics of Livin La Vida Loca by Ricky Martin. Apart from that who really knows about them, or put better – whoever would believe in that?

But there are times in life when reality looks you so straight in the eye that you can by no chance ignore what you have seen by your eyes and felt by your soul.

This all happened to my friend.

Misery and agony kept forming the warp and weft of Dopey’s family till there reached a point in their life when everything backfired in their life. Normalcy was never a state for a long time. It was then that somebody suggested that they should go and seek guidance from a priest who resided nearby and who was known for her super natural powers. It was that advice that brought them to this priest who gave them a shock of their lives by her divine insight. She said that she exactly knew what the problem was and she said that something wrapped in red was buried in the NE side of their house and that is what is bringing ill luck in the family.

Having got the root to all their problems the family searched frantically for “that thing which is read and that which is in the NE part of the house”. But the search ended in failure as they couldn’t identify or locate anything fitting the above two criteria fully. They returned back to the priest and this time the priest came herself to their home.

She walked around the house and stopped at a point in the NE part of their home and starting shivering as if she got possessed by some cosmic energy. And she said – “dig here”. They quickly got a shovel and started digging at the point that was shown to them and before they got too deep – there it was! A red piece of cloth which covered some inscriptions written on palm leaves. The priest deciphered it and said that the language was Aramaic and it was satanic verses which images that resembled voodoo dolls. And it was that which brought ill luck to the family. She then looked up to the house and pointed at the window of the kitchen which opened just opposite to the dug site and asked, “did some calamity happen here lately”? It was exactly there that Dopey’s father got a Cerebral Stroke, when he was standing in the kitchen right opposite to that site. And uncle had nearly succumbed to that if it wasn’t for some “divine intervention” – which Dopey’s mother still vouches for.

So, the satanic verses, the ill luck it brought and the nearly life threatening damage it caused them – just cemented the fact into the minds of everyone and proved beyond beyond doubt that there existed some force out there, which we can never ever decode. Something that is far more complex and intriguing for our minds to understand and too overwhelming to digest. Something that is out there in that unknown realm, that which is best un-understood than otherwise. Something dark, something scary, something so powerful.

To be continued...

Paranormal Activity

Before anything else, I want to thank all the readers for taking interest in the last blog entry on ghosts and for such wonderful comments. Makes me want to write and discuss about it all the more.

This particular incident I want to tell you today happened when Dopey was in his dad’s place back in the village. He always thought that there was something creepy about that place because very strange incidents have also happened in the past in the same house, about which I will mention later.

Now this particular night, Dopey was watching something on the television late in the night when he heard something hitting on the door that led from the drawing room to his brothers bed room. He thought it might be a sudden gush of wind and ignored it. The next time the door shook again, but this time a little more strong in its vibration. He still tried to wilfully ignore that sign thinking that the wind might have flown a bit too harder this time. By now he was already a bit uneasy because of the silent, windless, moonlit night that enveloped his house and contrasting rattling of the doors inside.

Just before he could let his thought fleet anywhere towards the dark forces, the door just slammed violently and just on the other side of the door stood his brother – profusely sweating, terrified and dazed. The first thing he asked Dopey was, “did you see him?”. As if the events weren’t enough creepy already, it just left Dopey shocked because other than the images in the TV, he saw nothing else.

His brother narrated to him exactly what had happened. His brother was deep asleep tightly tucked into bed when he started feeling a bit uneasy, hot and like as if he was caught in vacuum. He tried to ignore the signs, but when he felt it was really annoying, he opened his eyes. The sight he saw then is still the scariest thing he ever has seen in his entire life. There float above him, perfectly parallel, a middle aged man, looking directly into his eye. He was wearing a ‘checked shirt’ and looked intensely into his eyes. Green light illuminated the prior dark room. That is when his brother realised that he had been nearly paralysed ,with him unable to regain any voluntary function of his body. He could barely breathe and couldn’t lift his hands either. He with great difficulty slipped from the cot onto the floor and wriggled to the door which he finally managed to open in the third blow.

This incident haunted his brother for ages, till something nearly the same happened to his father. A known case of CVA, his father is on regular medication for diseases of the heart and brain. Uncle was wide asleep when he heard someone whisper in his ears to come along with him. Anxious about the weird phenomena, he opened his eyes to see his dead brother sitting next to him and calling him to go with him. On a later date when Dopey’s brother asked his dad about the voice/ghost he saw, he recalls it was his deceased younger brother calling him and was wearing a ‘checked shirt’.

The shock on Dopey’s brother face wouldn’t leave him easy for a long time.

More to this coming up in the next blog entry. Hang on safe in there. Happy Holi.

To be continued...

Of Blackmagic and Voodoo Dolls.

Yesterday I had a very interesting conversation with my childhood friend who came to visit us home. It was interesting because apart from catching up on the latest and old gossips, we ended up discussing a lot about black magic, voodoo dolls, curses, paganism and evil spells and of magic that draws on assumed malevolent powers. It was interesting. But a bit scary too. A bit for me, a lot for my wife. And just so because Deepu narrated to us about true life incidents that seemed to have affected him too – in a large way. In a way that we couldn’t have imagined and in a way you couldn’t possibly ignore.

What started it all was when he asked me if I knew a certain child from school, of the time when we were kids. I did not know her that well, but I knew she existed. Facebook has this concept of sending friend suggestions right? So I had got her connection many times. With about 60+ common friends. But did not add her just because I did not know her personally and did not want to look stupid. Anyway, the point was – this particular friend could see ghosts from the age of 7. But she wouldn’t tell anyone about it because as expected, no one would believe her. And she had reached a stage where she would not talk to anyone because she feared something. Something considerable. Something dark. Something so compelling.

What was it? No one guessed.

As if that was not enough, she could talk to ghosts too. As much as your jaws dropped reading this, ours did too when we heard it. Living with this problem or gift that she possessed, she knows now that it is not advised for mortals to have a conversation with the ghost. She recalls the time when she used to be aloof from everybody else and says she had talked to a spirit of an old man and he kept stalking her for a long time, disturbing her a lot. He wouldn’t leave her side even when she was asleep. She had reached a point where she almost lost her mind, but then like some miracle, she pulled herself out of it. And we still don’t know how.

She says that ghosts should not be talked to. They are present all the time, at many places and we would have no clue that they would be present with us. (Now that sounds creepy, doesn’t it?) But they believe that they cant be seen and its best if we don’t try and communicate with them. Because if we did, they would try and communicate back. Since they always have some unsolved issues that stopped their flight into the heavens, they would try and vent their frustrations on you and you never really can say how. Sometimes its by following you everywhere like what happened to her or maybe by trying to harm you. But a connection they will definitely try and establish. And that’s not good.

Today she says that whenever she sees a ghost, she pretends as if she hasn’t seen them and life is okay. She also finds it hard to differentiate between a mortal and a ghost sometimes when she is in an unfamiliar place. At home or a place she knows who should be there at that time, she knows when they are there too. And hold your breath because now, her kid can see them too.

She says that all kids have a power to see ghosts, but this power vanishes the moment the child starts assimilating memories in the memory bank. And she says that so do animals, especially dogs.

And this is how we embarked on a very very interesting conversation that lasted for a while.

When have you actually felt something alive in the other dimension? What real-life incidents do you have to share? Think about it. A whole lot of interesting stories which I intend to share with all of you in the posts to come. So sit back and enjoy reading. Atleast you know that even if you think you are doing that alone, you never really might be.

To be continued...