Wishes

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I want to plunge into

That deep dark forest

To breathe in that unpolluted air

To kill my thirst with pure spring water

To hear not the chaotic horns but

The melodious voice,the wild music

New songs that birds composes instantly

I an alone audience,Enjoying,

Not the view of that tall skyscrapers

But the high mountain Pines

Rising and still touching the clouds.

Calm“>Calm

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The Unknown

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Do you believe in God?Do you believe in Spirits and ghosts?
Have you encountered any supernatural occurrences in your life?
I personally believe that many of us have experienced many such incidents,the so called supernatural encounters which is outside the realm of our existence,something beyond our knowledge and something beyond just simple answers. I know many of us believe in such incidents and stories and the rest simply deny it. But we love to watch horror movies right? How many of you have watched movies like The Conjuring, The Exorcism of Emily Rose, Amityville etc.,all bases upon the real life stories and incidents. Many of us believe in the world beyond our existence which when collides with the fleshly world might take away that little peace from people who accidentally step on them. There are people who have had such extreme experiences that makes a great impact in their life. It is like an earthquake visiting a particular place and disturbing the peaceful environment leaving a void,a crater within the lives pf those associated with these unnatural entities.
After giving such a slice introduction about the paranormal activity. You must be well aware that I am about to take you with me into a world which might give you goosebumps. Yes I am going to narrate the particular incident that occurred in the 1980s in the life of my dearest uncle. I do not insist you to believe in my story. You can read and enjoy it as a horror story only if you wish. The choice is yours.

It  was 1980s. Bhanu Bhavan, a theatre in Chowrastha used to stage dramatic plays then and the tradition  continues.This art theatre still exist in our hills as our heritage. My uncle was still a bachelor then. Those were the times when time wasn’t so technologically advanced like now. No mobile phones, no television sets, nothing and theatre was perhaps the  greatest source of entertainment to the people. It was fully dark outside when the end of the drama approached.Time was then different,the streets were not so lit up like it is now.

My uncle and his friend made their way back home. While engaging themselves in a casual talk,they had crossed Chowrasthta and now headed towards their home in Toongsung. Few minutes after they came across that familiar public washroom and stopped there because both friends had to use it. After his friend was done he went inside. He did not use the first or the second toilet but went straight to the third one. The third one had a square size ventilator that was much bigger than the first two. But as he began urinating, he saw two strange eyes peeping right from that ventilator. Till then he was done. At first he was not scared at all. And he presumed it to be some kind of animal and it looked more like a cow’s eyes, big with long eye lashes. And that thing whatever it was,grabbed his attention. He too looked very carefully  and what scared him was the colour. He could suddenly feel his back swelling as the eyes looked red with lines of veins that was starkly visible and It was staring at him without even blinking once .He then felt that that whatever it was,it was’nt good at all . So he hurried and met his friend outside and went straight home without even uttering a single word. That thing had scared him to death.

Yes! This is one the many real horrific incidents of my uncle’s life and we still get those goosebumps when he starts narrating this whole incident,which now has become a kind of ghost-story for us and to the generation after us.

Time has passed and by God’s mercy nothing happened to our uncle. But it was only a year after that incident that  a nearby neighbour got possessed by some evil spirit.His name was Nikunj. No priest could help him. People had tied him in his bed so that he could not harm anybody and when someone went nearby with anything related to God,he would scream loudly. After a day or two,people there called Lamas who could help him get rid of that supernatural entity that living like a  parasite inside his body. It was such a relief to everyone there because the Lamas had become successful in helping Nikunj and his family.

What actually had happened to him? Everyone including My uncle were eager to know. After much interrogation,they came to know that one particular evening Nikunj had used the same public toilet that my uncle had used and like him he too had skipped the first two rooms and used the third one with a big ventilator. But it was after he was done that he encounterd the same strange being that our uncle had encountered before. He told the Lamas that what he saw was a man with animal eyes that was exactly like the eyes of a cow and he could not forget that he was completely bald and had horns on his head.

Thank God,our uncle had survived the worst nightmares that could have been his. He thanked God and still thanks that he was saved. But that thing had caught another person. Though,he survived after the Exorcism,he could not survive long and within a month he became dear to God.

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Living Life

Life is beautiful when you feel that freedom within you.When you feel that your wings still works, that you can still Fly .No matter how big the storm or how painful that flight
You still keep on fighting Believing in that inner you.Because that external you is only a quarter of an Iceberg.
Few know who you really are,that submerged massive ice underneath or may be only you know yourself better than anyone else.
So you keep running,panting,and still running
Chasing that something.
That little happiness you receive in pockets
You keep on walking,resting sometimes.
And you slowly start to fly
And keep that flight…Time passes and people near you gets erased, like how we draw one picture and rub and then draw again.Perhaps the Big Painter
Must be having great ideas with his creative works.One after another.So it’s better not to fear death.After all, we are creations,
Of that Great Creator who rubs that picture only to place it in a better world.Death might be that final end but still we do not run short of that fuel within us that help us fly higher and higher.Because we know our wings,though invisible, is not made up of wax like Icarus’.So not even that fierce sunlight can ever melt us.

Wild Women

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Wild wild women, we are so different.
How can we be you or you be us?
Our walk,our talk, the way we work,
Oh! all so different.
How can we be you or you be us?
Our body,
Every month that silent pain,
Quietly befriends us.
Does it match yours? How can it?

The vital essence, of change we carry.

That varied roles we play, from home to the outside space,

Wild wild women are we,

We clothe,we dress, sometimes curtain ourselves,

But no their eyes can never, get curtained.
So when we wear that makeups or a sleeveless dress.

They think it to be an attraction for a male gaze

She is not that silly,
Her world – beyond that gaze is perhaps an inner happiness.
This is how we differ

So how can we be you or you be us?

From a dirty water emerges, a lotus.
Will she not let you see her?
Yes, and that is Nature and
With her we stand, wild beautiful women,
Free from the cages, that once mutilated,

Her wings,her dreams and so on.
We choose to remain different, yes,we were born different.

Not from the ribs of Adam, but from this fertile Nature,
With a womb,a gift – sacred and fruitful.
So how can we ever be you or you ever be us?
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Wild Women

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Wild wild women.
We are so different
How can we be you,
Or you be us?
Our walk,our talk,
The way we work
Oh! all so different
How can we be you
Or you be us?.
Our body
Every month that  silent pain,
Quietly befriends us
Does it match yours?
How can it?
The vital essence
Of change we carry
The varied roles we play
From home
to the outside space.
Wild wild women are we
We clothe ,we dress
sometimes curtain ourselves
But No their eyes can never
Get curtained.
So when we wear that makeups
Or a sleeveless dress
They think it to be
An attraction for a male gaze
She is not that silly
Her world-beyond that gaze
Is perhaps an inner happiness.
This is how we differ.
So how can we be you or you be us?
From a dirty water emerges
A lotus.
Will she not let you see her?
Yes and that is Nature and
With her we stand
Wild beautiful women,
Free from the cages
That once mutilated
her wings, her dreams and so on
We choose to remain different.
Yes we were born different
Not from the ribs of Adam
But from this fertile Nature
With a womb,a gift-sacred and fruitful.
So how can we ever be you,
Or you be us?
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Mirage or Marriage

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Happily ever after

Is it only in fairytales?

Or a mirage

That engulfs numerous girls

Into marriages with a different face

A truth that stays buried,

Each day bedizening them

With a  new scar.

But ‛Stop’,I say.

Don’t crouch in a corner

And veil yourself with fear

Covering the dark scars with

Bbs and mineral powders,

Let them be a powerful reminder,

To help you battle the inevitable,

Your marriage might consume you,

In the Fire where once you swore promises.

But see you’ve become that rock in the river,

Brave Goddesses Durga and Kali,

Don’t you remember?

So just don’t think of giving up,

Rather wear that avatar of a fearless warrior,

And rise up once again,

Like the fierce Phoenix,

Newly born from its ashes.

©pujakulung

Very recently I heard this news- a woman burnt to death by her husband and her father-in-law. She couldn’t survive the inhuman tortures. May her soul rest in peace.
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Meeting in Moments

It was time for the sun to rest, throughout the day it had travelled so much. Being so tired,it made its bed below the horizon and  slowly closed its eyes.
It was time for the moon and the stars to share the space. The party was about to begin,their light flirting with the fair clouds.
It was about 5pm and we were waiting for uncle’s vehicle to arrive;shutters were closed, few cars on the road; few people taking evening walk,talking and walking while exchanging glances with us.
I looked around,the opposite hills looked gorgeous in the evening air but I could not enjoy the whole panorama. I watched them from the space between the two adjacent buildings- nature between the concretes.
And then my eyes turned towards an old man, not so tall,wearing a wollen cap,a black sweater and a grey trousers. What was he doing? He was giving small balls of dough to the pegions outside his house. And quite a number of pegions were enjoying  the free food party. When in our busy schedule, one doesn’t have time for another,where family cannot dine together,where care is restriced only for oneself.Here was the man, a father to the numerous pegions outside and all these caught my sight. I watched him carefully and he was calling the birds asking them to come and have its share. I looked at him and smiled,till then the crows had come,sitting upon the wires they were cawing constantly as if they too wanted the free food. And the old man said,“these crows come here daily because I give them food”.
Then I asked him for how long he has been doing this charity and he replied,“Its been more than ten years. I dough two kilograms of flour everyday for my fellow guests. At least three times a day,morning,afternoon and evening.” My dad then told him that his unconditional love for the birds is really appreciating.Happyily he replied,“these poor crows. You know they travel and come here covering a very huge distance. And when I throw these bits of dough, they catch them like a trained animal. They are expert,kind of.” I saw few crows now were mingling with the pegions taking its fair share. But we did not see the crows catching the dough balls thrown in the air. Then the old man said,“You know, when I am late to offer them food,these birds come and pecks my feet.” We were amazed and then two men walking from his neighborhood stopped and shouted,“ Ah! You and your bluff,you never get bored ha-ha. Today new people and your same old bluffing ;extracting new entertainment and fun.Do not believe his words.He makes new people fool.” And they broke out with hilarious laughter which made me giggle a bit. And then our time there was over,our vehicle arrived. I saw the old man’s face-quite and expressionless. We bade him goodbye and my Dad told him,“Not everyone has time to do what you are doing.Keep up your good work. You’re doing a great Dharma”. Hearing this his eyes shone. I watched him from the car as it started. He continued his work and threw a small chunk of dough in the air and I was surprised to see a crow catching the ball.Indeed,he had found his happiness in these little creatures.
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Meeting in Moments

It was time for the sun to rest, throughout the day it had travelled so much. Being so tired,it made its bed below the horizon and  slowly closed its eyes.
It was time for the moon and the stars to share the space. The party was about to begin,their light flirting with the fair clouds.
It was about 5pm and we were waiting for uncle’s vehicle to arrive;shutters were closed, few cars on the road; few people taking evening walk,talking and walking while exchanging glances with us.
I looked around,the opposite hills looked gorgeous in the evening air but I could not enjoy the whole panorama. I watched them from the space between the two adjacent buildings- nature between the concretes.
And then my eyes turned towards an old man, not so tall,wearing a wollen cap,a black sweater and a grey trousers. What was he doing? He was giving small balls of dough to the pegions outside his house. And quite a number of pegions were enjoying  the free food party. When in our busy schedule, one doesn’t have time for another,where family cannot dine together,where care is restriced only for oneself.Here was the man, a father to the numerous pegions outside and all these caught my sight. I watched him carefully and he was calling the birds asking them to come and have its share. I looked at him and smiled,till then the crows had come,sitting upon the wires they were cawing constantly as if they too wanted the free food. And the old man said,“these crows come here daily because I give them food”.
Then I asked him for how long he had been doing this charity and he replied,“Its been more than ten years. I dough 2kgs of flour everyday for my fellow guests. At least three times a day,morning,afternoon and evening.” My dad then told him that its really appreciating.Happy to receive the appreciation he said,“these poor crows. You know they travel and come here covering a very huge distance. And when I throw these bits of dough, they catch them like a trained animal. They are expert,kind of.” I saw few crows now were mingling with the pegions taking its fair share. But we did not see the crows catching the dough balls thrown in the air. Then the old man said,“You know, when I am late to offer them food,these birds come and pecks my feet.” We were amazed and then two men walking from his neighborhood stopped and shouted,“ Ah! You and your bluff,you never get bored ha-ha. Today new people and your same old bluffing ;extracting new entertainment and fun.Do not believe his words.He makes new people fool.” And they broke out with hilarious laughter which made me giggle a bit. And then our time there was over,our vehicle arrived. I saw the old man’s face-quite and expressionless. We bade him goodbye and my Dad told him,“Not everyone has time to do what you are doing.Keep up your good work. You’re doing a great Dharma”. Hearing this his eyes shone. I watched him from the car as it started. He continued his work and threw a small chunk of dough in the air and I was surprised to see a crow catching the ball.Indeed,he had found his happiness in these little creatures.
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