I am writing about the ghosts- Bhoots, I have never met a ghost in my life time, however I tried a lot. Ghosts are very innocent creatures, their activities looks very cute, they never do really harmful activities’. I mean you can never except a ghost that he will hack your account, or stole a password from your bank accounts, or to write a nasty emails to your boss, meanwhile they are all humanly acts. Instead, the maximum a ghost can do, is to throw mud on your head or just stole your cloths, or maximum puncture the tyres of your car or scooter.
That is what a ghost does, once my uncle who spent his most of his lifetime in a rural area, once told me a story, he said that his story is real, but I find it funny. He told ,that long back he had had a girlfriend in the same village, and cholera spread in his village, there was no treatment so his girlfriend succumbed to cholera. Few months later when he was sleeping outside in his house on a cot, he heard a voice of payals, chan chan chan and more repetitive, and then it became routine. Once he found it was no one else but the ghost of his girlfriend, he followed her, and soon they were outside the village in a paddy field making love. How romantic, I said, though know it is all unreal, the fantasy of my uncle to get some tantalizing experience.
I said uncle, have you not shared this with chachi. He got feared and said sh… don’t even mention this to chachi, she is very dangerous, she even can give training to ghost. I observed he fear more from chachi then the ghost.
I sometime wish I could be a ghost, having no pending work to do, no emails to answer and no worry of traffic, just vanished from home then fly to office and then if find boss irritating, just collect some mud or dust then spread over the boss”s table. But it is not easy to survival of ghost in a place where even more dangerous creature called human lives, who most of the time does , bitching, gossping, back fight, catfight and etc…… I have long list to mention.
Once I along with my friend was returing from Mussorie to Dehradun, It was dark little earlier then midnight, I told my friend that it is the best opportunity when we could see the ghost. Actuall on the way from Mussorie to Dehradun there is a graveyard where it was known that so many britishers in preindependence time and later on buried there. We halted our car near the graveyard and waiting patiently as any ghost will appear just waking up from the grave. Nothing has come, finally a police petrol car came and a thin constable came out and yelled- what the hell are you doing here, I said we want to meet the ghost from graveyard so waiting for him. As we were conversing his senior of a big moustache came out, When he heard the whole thing, he even shouted on his junior more loudly- you know they are Idiots let them be here.
So We were the idiots and waiting the ghost or a lady ghost in white sari carrying a lantern and singing- Ayega Ayega Ayega aane wala….. Please koi bhoot se mila do…….
