Unsolved Mystery

Huh.. After a senti blog I am back with my favourite topic. It was usual after dinner gossips going on. Donno how and why but the topic of ghosts arrived in our discussion. Everyone was sharing his experience. Out of many I will tell you two of them. First- an old lady was very popular those days. She used to knock the window of house and ask for roti and pyaaz. Now that was a situation of 'aage kuwan peeche khai'. If you dont offer her roti and pyaaz she will pull you out of the window and bite on your neck with her long pointed teeth. But if you give her what she wants she will come daily till you refuse to give (and that would be your last day on this planet). Second- a bhaiya of my muhalla was going to railway station late night. There was a shortcut to their but a graveyard was on the way to that. He decided to take shortcut. While he was in middle of the graveyard, someone held his neck from back that too so tightly that he almost died. He was not able to cry for help even. But luckily no one knows what happened that his neck was left free. He rushed to his home as fast as he could. I havent seen but heard that a dark black mark remains on his neck till now. No doctor, no cream was able to remove that mark.

Back to live. It was too late then. And we were still young not to be afraid after listening so many stories. We had three rooms in our house with two of them having windows which opened on road. We all were in the third one. Now all of us were so afraid that none had courage to sleep in those two rooms. All were not able to decide what to do that some incidents took place that added fuel to the fire. There was a knock on one of the windows( remember the first story). As expected no one had the courage to go and see. But thank god, it was just one time knock. We began to consolidate each other that it was our delusion out of fear. It was becoming fine that some sound came of other room. We all went together to find that the book and the table clock (which was lying on table) was lying on the ground. The fans were off and the windows closed. Could not figure how both items fallen. This increased our fear to, I dont know, how many times. Soon we were back to our third room. Now I will tell you that half minute incident that created fear which I wont forget my whole life. Aaj tak life me utna nahi dara jitna us samay darr gaya tha. Some one grabbed the keyring that made a sound of a paayal. I can still remember that dhak sound of my heart. I felt, ab to bhooth yahan bhi aa gayi, ab koi nahi bachega. But soon realised it was the sound of the keyring. Huh. relieved.

Donno how eight of us managed to sleep on a double bed. Dont remember when we slept. But was awake only in the morning. We told the incident to our land lady. She did a puja with incense stick all over. Calendar having photos of god was put. Hope no one goes through such a horrible night (though I laugh whenever memories of that night, rather nightmare, comes to my mind). Ending with the beginning of age old argument, 'do ghosts exist or not'.

I know that my writing sucks. I am just a beginner in this field. So I request all of my lovely readers not to ask for fine after reading this (as many of my friends do). I am working on to make my writing more efficient. Thank you all.

Love is Blind

I was on the way to howrah station, totally baffled by climatic conditions of kolkata. That too accompanied with traffic jams and all. So you can guess I was about to reach late. The train was on 13:25 and I reached their on 13:45. Whole way I was praying to god, "hey bhagwaan train late ho jaye, train late ho jaye, is garmi mein main phir se wapas nahi jana chahta". Though the chances were negligible as train started from their only but still god heard and that too, generously. Came to know it was late by 4.5 hrs. I didnt knew whether to be happy or sad, but still, thats life. Now I will tell you something about the station. No place to sit, no restaurant to go, boiled water under label, "cold, purified water", only people all around. Finally managed to get 1 seat, placed my mom their and I went howrah bridge to get some fresh air. A lot of restrictions there too, pedestrians cant go on road, they will think you a terrorist if you take snap of any place around(though I managed to get some). Finally train started at 18:00.

Now I will move to a tragic love triangle. An unmarried couple was there in our couch. A third person (of her college) was to next to us. I could clearly see the unsuccessful love in his eyes. Anyways, he came and sat behind us to brush up some old memories I think. Initially all three talked for about half an hour but then they began to neglect him. But his love kept his a*s there only. Finally he tried to seek their attention (or it was real, I dont know). He complained of vomiting, even then they didnt put any care, he stood up to get going keeping his hand on mouth. Here the two darlings didnt even bothered to inquire . He came again after some times, longed for response and finally went off keeping his cell on the ears.

Suddenly I woke up around 01:00 and found her shivering in cold as she had nothing to put up except her dupatta. I saw his bf sleeping relaxed with no tension. I was in between my thoughts of whether to offer her a blanket that suddenly his failed lover came with a blanket. He told, "mera soya hua ho gaya, ab hum nahi soyenge, so take this (though major part of night of left)". Finally the girl could sleep in comfort.

The moral of the story is, do the lack of expression means the lack of love? Why do girls dont go for those who love them? They always prefer to go with whom they love. No matter if he is good or bad. Seriously, the love is blind.