It was time since I got inspired to write anything, I just spent my time pondering so many thoughts which I always kept aside thinking "They are in Queue.." but on a lousy afternoon, when I just stepped in for my rehearsals I stumbled upon something which reminded me about my two thoughts which have always been fighting with each other.
"Black magic!" was the topic and I sprang upon like a 10 year old to justify how our country is engrossed in beliefs but that was only a part of me! Another part of me always reminded of a story which any film maker would fantasize turning it into a movie!
It was on a Tuesday afternoon, when my mom was busy in her 'never-ending' poja, while I was still trying to crack the first set of exams of my 3rd sem engineering, you got it right! the story takes us a few years back! but i would not bother to take extra steps to turn a giant flash back wheel. A skimpy lady dressed in an attire which would have definitely won the "most creative attire" in any nincompoop fashion shows stood in front of our house gate enchanting what seemed like few "old-kannada" verses which obviously did not mean much today! she had an eye of an eagle and instantly spotted only my mother, of course during those days spotting me physically was quite a challenge! even for an eagle.
"She is there at the door step", my mom shouted at me instructing me to get a 5 Rs coin, I just had to follow the instructions and barged in with a big coin! and right! coins then were really made up of metal and were big, we are talking about BR period, oh! by the way BR stands for "Before recession"
As my mom went out with her full vigor and stuck her hand out of the gate, the 'Skimpy old lady' held my mom's hand and started speaking which I thought was nonsense.
"Your husband and sons face a threat to their life..." she declared
of course living in a city like bangalore where the traffic increases day by day only to kill, it wasn't really clever of her to make that statement. I giggled only to receive "Shut up!" look from my mom.
The old lady quickly suggested my mom a small ritual by which she claimed that our lives will be shielded completely, I just giggled more but what was more surprising was to see my mom following her instructions. now! that was kind of un-usual, a Science graduate herself, she always made her point when it comes to "defining rituals and superstitions" the look on her face was changing drastically and she was just a robot in the lady's hand or it other words we can just call it as "Hypnotized"
I stood there worrying, as my sweat glands started to speak...
"Go inside and get me a saree.." she ordered as my mom ran inside and I followed her. She was unstoppable, it seemed like she had this new adrenaline rush in her body. It was time for me to react and I had to, completely unfazed by the situation I tried to to intervene the proceedings, soon I heard an old scooter screeching from the road corner and suddenly my mom realized that she was 'somewhat' trapped! I should really thank my father's scooter, atleast it proved its existence, well! it took 35 years for the job!
Out, from the trance, my mom quickly grabbed the saree and shooed the 'skimpy lady', not before receiving a deadly look. "It was a win for science" I screamed, in my mind of course.
very quickly my mom made it a point to wash the saree and hang it for drying in the backyard surrounded by all over by grills of size 1 inch. She looked relaxed, "I was hypnotized.. thank god" she sighed and I sighed too.
It was a regular day after that, thank god! but the next morning to our utter surprise the saree which was in the backyard was missing!
No explanations! No logic, I stood there wondering trying to figure out "practically" the mystery behind this one incident. There was absolutely no way anyone could have creeped in at night that too through a one inch grills!
6 years later I still wonder this one incident which defies all my beliefs on "being practical"
"Black magic!" was the topic and I sprang upon like a 10 year old to justify how our country is engrossed in beliefs but that was only a part of me! Another part of me always reminded of a story which any film maker would fantasize turning it into a movie!
It was on a Tuesday afternoon, when my mom was busy in her 'never-ending' poja, while I was still trying to crack the first set of exams of my 3rd sem engineering, you got it right! the story takes us a few years back! but i would not bother to take extra steps to turn a giant flash back wheel. A skimpy lady dressed in an attire which would have definitely won the "most creative attire" in any nincompoop fashion shows stood in front of our house gate enchanting what seemed like few "old-kannada" verses which obviously did not mean much today! she had an eye of an eagle and instantly spotted only my mother, of course during those days spotting me physically was quite a challenge! even for an eagle.
"She is there at the door step", my mom shouted at me instructing me to get a 5 Rs coin, I just had to follow the instructions and barged in with a big coin! and right! coins then were really made up of metal and were big, we are talking about BR period, oh! by the way BR stands for "Before recession"
As my mom went out with her full vigor and stuck her hand out of the gate, the 'Skimpy old lady' held my mom's hand and started speaking which I thought was nonsense.
"Your husband and sons face a threat to their life..." she declared
of course living in a city like bangalore where the traffic increases day by day only to kill, it wasn't really clever of her to make that statement. I giggled only to receive "Shut up!" look from my mom.
The old lady quickly suggested my mom a small ritual by which she claimed that our lives will be shielded completely, I just giggled more but what was more surprising was to see my mom following her instructions. now! that was kind of un-usual, a Science graduate herself, she always made her point when it comes to "defining rituals and superstitions" the look on her face was changing drastically and she was just a robot in the lady's hand or it other words we can just call it as "Hypnotized"
I stood there worrying, as my sweat glands started to speak...
"Go inside and get me a saree.." she ordered as my mom ran inside and I followed her. She was unstoppable, it seemed like she had this new adrenaline rush in her body. It was time for me to react and I had to, completely unfazed by the situation I tried to to intervene the proceedings, soon I heard an old scooter screeching from the road corner and suddenly my mom realized that she was 'somewhat' trapped! I should really thank my father's scooter, atleast it proved its existence, well! it took 35 years for the job!
Out, from the trance, my mom quickly grabbed the saree and shooed the 'skimpy lady', not before receiving a deadly look. "It was a win for science" I screamed, in my mind of course.
very quickly my mom made it a point to wash the saree and hang it for drying in the backyard surrounded by all over by grills of size 1 inch. She looked relaxed, "I was hypnotized.. thank god" she sighed and I sighed too.
It was a regular day after that, thank god! but the next morning to our utter surprise the saree which was in the backyard was missing!
No explanations! No logic, I stood there wondering trying to figure out "practically" the mystery behind this one incident. There was absolutely no way anyone could have creeped in at night that too through a one inch grills!
6 years later I still wonder this one incident which defies all my beliefs on "being practical"
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