“Why is everyone so silent? Let’s talk something!” said
Vidya, eager to start discussing anything that would break the lull of the
moment. She wasn’t called GD (Group Discussion) Queen in her B-School for
nothing!
This was Visakhapatnam (or Vizag) grandly described in
its Wikipedia page as the Goa of the east, and a jewel beside the Bay of Bengal.
The city was small but had some picturesque locations around it, and Likhita whose hometown it was, wanted everyone to have a gala time while they were here.
So a cab had been booked and it was now returning from the mysterious and eerie
Borra Caves. Having stalactites and stalagmites formed many eons ago in its
bowels, the caves were full of bats and gave one the feeling of walking out of
a live Indiana Jones movie! After a hearty lunch and a stopover at Chaparai, a
scenic valley with a stream flowing through it, everyone was happy but a bit
tired as well.
“I find the quiet quite comforting actually” Akruti
chipped in, and went back to doze off. She could sleep given any circumstance,
and even here her entry was only to say that silence was golden. Catfight on
the cards? I was excited!
“Let’s play some songs, whatsay?” Kanu suggested, and looked
around for her mobile phone. “Mr.Golesh Gola, you can look at your pics later! Give me the phone”
“Who knows a supernatural
or horror story? I’m sure these woods would make a good setting for one, won’t
they?” With the haunting Noorie track
playing in the background, Vidya’s words seemed well-timed. And Likhita took the
lead.
“I’ll tell – there was once an old washerwoman who died
one day, and got back her life the very next day, claiming she had been to
heaven, met the god of death, who realized it was a mistake and sent her back,
telling her the exact date of her death. Suprisingly, the old lady passed away
the very same day that she had predicted!” Likhita ended the last word with her
trademark dragging-the-word style. Vidya gaped, Kanu’s eyes rolled, Hanif was non-plussed, Akruti was still in slumber, I was feeling bored, while Golesh got ready to share something he had probably experienced.
“Apparently Chaparai is a haunted place. Atleast that’s
what I heard the locals say. A couple of centuries back there had been a mass
murder at the site, and it’s said the souls haven’t achieved salvation as of
yet” he said in a somber tone. I concurred with a nod.
“Yeah my mom said the same thing. But if we have a bath
once we’re back home, the supposed evil effect is said to be washed away” Likhita added
“You know, we had once gone for this college fest and
were put up in a deserted bungalow. The seniors there had an Ouija board, and
going with the prevailing mood, we tried calling spirits” Hanif was ready with
his supernatural story now.
“Really? Did someone actually turn up?” Kanu was all ears
“Nah, one of them tried acting like the small girl we
were trying to summon, but we obviously found out” Hanif finished, just as
Akruti stirred from her sleep to check if the car had reached its destination,
and since it hadn’t, she went back to dreaming.
It was beginning to get dark. Almost everyone had dozed
off by now, and the others had their earphones plugged in. I tried to make my
presence felt by starting to narrate a suspense and horror story that I had
heard from my grandmother. About a poor man who goes from rags to riches by
getting to know the next day’s news a day in advance, but ends up knowing about
his untimely death as well. And despite trying to cheat death, he fails
miserably. I thought it would be a clincher, but sadly the effort fell flat… No
one paid any attention! I went back to guessing whether the next turn would be
a right one or a left.
And then all of a sudden, we heard a loud blast. The car suffered
a heavy jolt and came to a gradual halt, stopping right next to a ledge
overseeing the forest.
The left front tyre of the cab had been punctured. Nobody
could understand how, and even the driver had a confounded expression on his
face when he got down to see that the immediate halting was due to serrations
all through the tyre. It looked as if the road was layered with spikes that cut
through the rubber, but there weren’t any such spikes to be seen for some
distance. We got down so he could get working on replacing it with the stepney
and went to stand a few footsteps away. A cold wind was blowing in our
direction, adding to the chill of no streetlights or any population in the
vicinity with only the odd vehicle passing by. We were relaxing next to the
Banyan tree when Akruti got a light but firm tap on her shoulder. She turned and
gave a sharp shriek. An ash-smeared, saffron-robed pundit, bent over a small
stick and looking old and craggy, seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. Too
taken aback to say anything, she just mumbled something loudly to gather
everyone’s attention.
“Alak Niranjan!” was all that was comprehendible, for he then
started speaking in Telugu that Likhita translated for the group. Taking his
place in the centre of the circle, he said “See there, on the pathway a little
up the hill, there is a temple of Kali Mata” Everyone turned their attention to
the small set of lights about 200m up the hill. It looked eerie. “I am the
pujari there. Come and pray to Maa Kali while your car is getting ready. It is
said that the hills bear many spirits. Maa Kali will protect you!”
“Let’s go, the place looks exciting. We might be able to
get a few pics taken” Golesh was all gung-ho
“But how can we trust this person? I’m not too sure I
like the look of the place. And what about the tyre burst and this guy just
appearing suddenly? I don’t like the feel of things. Moreover, we have no signal
reception on our phones, and in case something happens, we won’t be able to
contact anyone as well” Vidya looked visibly concerned
“Oh come on, there are so many of us and he’s just one
guy, I’m sure this can be handled” Hanif countered. Some agreed, some didn’t.
The pujari spoke up again, saying it was time for Aarti and it wouldn’t be
right to be standing at Maa Kali’s doorstep but refuse to come up there. Finally
after a bit of deliberation, Likhita decided that the group would go, but stay
only for the Aarti and rush back immediately to the car. The baba started
chanting as he lead the path, which everyone navigated using the lights of
their mobile phones. On reaching the temple, we realized that the statue of the
goddess was actually placed in a cave no more than 5 feet tall at its entrance.
It had a bell hung outside alongwith with the 2 lamps that shone from the road
where the car stood, and the pujari beckoned everyone to come inside the
cramped area. Someone commented that the Goddess looked quite scary from up
close, as she had many slaughtered heads in her hands. The pujari lit the
prayer lamp and started the Aarti. Once, twice, thrice he moved the ceremonial
plate around the statue of the Goddess, and started chanting his mantras that
were mostly in Telugu and not familiar to most of the group.
I was standing just next to Golesh when all of a
sudden, he started making weird noises. Kanu noticed this first and was
startled, and her otherwise unruly and stubborn hair actually stood on end. The
sound could be something between a grunt and a roar, but I guess soon everyone
realized it wasn’t natural. The pujari stopped the Aarti, and stared at him. His eyes had became blood-red. It was as if he just wasn’t himself.
Something had come over him.
“WHY ARE WE HERE? WE SHOULD BE IN THE FOREST” he seemed
to say in a loud and guttural voice, while moving his hand to grab Hanif.
“I told you this wasn’t a good idea” Vidya clutched Likhita s hand, while Akruti caught hold of Kanu. Everyone was petrified and had
no clue as to what was happening.
“TAKE ME TO THE FOREST, I WANT TO BE ALONE THERE”. Hanif
was trying to free himself from Golesh’s grip but was failing miserably in
his attempt to do so. The pujari brought out a broom and started hitting him,
chanting out verses saying that probably he had been possessed by some spirit. Golesh would not budge, now leaving Hanif but grabbing hold of the pujari’s
head. “WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING, BEHAVE YOURSELF” he thundered
And then as unexpectedly as it had started, the show
seemed to end. Golesh freed his grip on the pujari and slumped to the floor
for a minute, before regaining his senses. He got up and looked around to see
what was happening, but till then everyone had already rushed down the pathway
and to the car. When he reached no one spoke, but Golesh didn’t seem to have
any recollection of the event. He tried convincing them that it must have been
some freak occurrence and he was alright now, but everyone remained visibly
scared. The car made its way downhill back to Vizag, with him sitting in the
front seat and everyone wide awake, expecting the unexpected to happen any
moment…
Huh, these human city-dwellers I tell you, should’ve
known when I boarded their car at Chaparai! Talking of horror stories and all
that, but I possess one of them for a while and they get scared so easily. I
thought they’ll take it in the right spirit! I’ve anyway erased their memories
now and made it appear like the whole incident never happened. Yeah, I have a
big heart, thank you. But just let me pass the Special Powers of Omnipresence Knockout
(SPOOK) test next year and be eligible for taking various forms out of thin
air, that’ll be fun! You thought the shadow of exams and tests ended in your world? Nah, they creep into ours' as well. And if I wasn’t getting late for my coaching class, I would’ve continued the drama for a while longer. And Shhh! No stupid jokes of me already
being LATE!