The boys at the Ashram without
an exception believe that ghosts do exist and they will vociferously defend
this contention. Apiluddin’s intervention resulted in the Ashram compound being
lit up. My purchase of a solar lantern also helped during evening studies and
in making my evenings a lot more bearable. But, these did not help to dispel
their fear of ghosts. It seems that the darkness around is directly
proportional to the fear of ghosts. I noticed on a number of occasions that a
conversation starts with, “Do you believe in ghosts?” My answer in the negative
does not satisfy them and they try to convince me that ghosts exist and almost
immediately a story follows. I would
like to share one such story with you that I was told on the full moon night of
Holi.
Subroto, a seven year old,
narrated this story with appropriate seriousness and I was amused at the way he
pronounced “Bhnoot” and “Pedni” (a male ghost and a female ghost
respectively). I will retain these spellings. Here’s Subroto’s story:
The youngest group. Subroto is in the centre. |
“There was a small hut and
on one side stood a Babla tree and on
the other was a date-palm tree. Many Bhnoots
lived in the Babla tree. A vicious Pedni lived in the date-palm tree. They
fought and quarreled with each other and the poor couple living in that hut got
very scared and one day they fled their home. They went to live in their pishir bari
(paternal-aunt’s house) in
another village far away. Seeing that the humans had left, the Pedni thought it was more fun scaring
humans than to fight with each other. So she called a truce and took over the
house and started to scare anyone who happened to pass by. She became such a
menace after sunset that the villagers were very scared to go that way even in
broad daylight.
One day a friend of the
local Prince and his wife were returning from a wedding feast and happened to
pass by the hut. The man asked his wife to wait near the hut while he goes for
a pee. On returning he could not find his wife. The Pedni had eaten her up. He started crying and ran to the Prince.
The villagers by then had gathered and they complained too.
The Prince seeing the plight
of the villagers, brought in his army at night, but the Bhnoots and the Pedni
gave them a sound beating and scratched their faces and arms and legs and even
bit of chunks of their cheeks. There was so much blood everywhere. The Prince
thought hard and decided that something else needed to be done. He had this new
idea. Since the Bhnoots and the Pedni never attacks anyone during the
day he had to extend the day. So, he spent a lot of money to string up electric
lights. There were search lights, big bulbs, hundreds of tuni bulbs (fairy lights) and the night dazzled like day. This did
the trick. The Bhnoots and the Pedni could not go out to get food. They
realized that they would starve to death and so they fled the place for
good….and the couple came back from their pishir
bari and
everyone lived happily ever after.”
Did anyone know that ghosts
need food? But, if Subroto says so, you better believe it!
The Government would do well
if these villages in the Sundarbans are electrified as soon as possible,
because, apart from lighting up homes it would surely help in driving away
ghosts!
Dol Purnima & fish on the playing field
How did I spend Holi? I was
with the workers on site. Some local women and children attacked us with
colours. My workers were not spared, but, not me. I am allergic to powdery
stuff. “System dishtub aachhey”, I
told them. Back at the Ashram the boys had had their fun, the telltale smudges
of red and blue on their faces and behind their ears was evidence of it. Much
after Subroto had told me his ghost story and when everyone had gone to bed
after dinner. I was sitting outside, when Diganta – a thirteen year old came to
me and invited me to take a walk with him. “The full moon looks good from the
school playing field”, he said. I readily agreed. There were quite a few boys
from the school hostel there and two girls were learning to ride a bicycle. The place
looked serene and the large pond next to it glimmered in the moonlight. We
walked in silence for a while until Diganta asked me the inevitable question, “Do
you believe in ghosts?” I had had my fill of this and changed the topic and
asked, “Were you here during Aila?”
“Yes”,he said.
“What was it like? Do you
remember?” I asked.
“Oh! I was in class when the
storm hit and from the second floor verandah we could see a large wave of water
approaching this village from the Matla
River . Soon enough this
playing field was knee deep in water.”
“What happened next?” I
urged him to continue.
Diganta |
“This field had a lot of
grass on it, but all that has gone because of the salty water. But, that day
people from the village ran to the safety of the school building and they
brought along their goats and cows and chickens and ducks. The school became so
dirty that it took all of us about a week to clean up the mess. There was also
a lot of fish swimming around on this field. People caught as much as they
could. They wanted to cook them in the temporary kitchen the school had set up.
The Headmaster did not agree because there was little firewood. So, people
grumbled and ate whatever was arranged and went to sleep with their catch of
fish next to their heads. Soon the place started reeking of rotting fish! You
missed it!” he exclaimed.
“Missed what?” I asked.
“The scene of so many fish
swimming in the flood waters on the playing field. It was wonderful!”
Diganta was about ten years
old when the Aila had struck. At that
age one remembers only that which is amusing.
Hope this world will present him with endless amusing moments.
Progress of the Olive Ridley Shelter
The construction is
progressing well now although delayed by more than a week due to the truant
head carpenter – Binoy. The first level
is complete and work on the outer dome structure has just been started. Hope to
be able to post pictures of the final shape next week. I have made a few changes from the original
plan and redesigned the position of the windows. This too, I hope to post next weekend.
9 comments:
I am getting more attracted to see this place and meet the people there. Beliefs give us a strength even if they are non-existent or shear tales. I loved the ghost story by Subroto. It has a relieving positive ending... the strength for village boys and girls.
I am proud and happy for my friend!
Great stuff Abhida!
daroon shob gawlpo Abhida! ar chobigulo phataphati :-)
fatafati, formidable, génial... ak dum!
Really i feel tat i was with you people . With exited Ghost story
You have us riveted to this...waiting for the final pictures next week...one wishes this could continue, though...:)
The bamboo arch in the last pic reminds me of the gora potton imagery from your Boat Project. A compelling sense of good things to follow soon...
I must meet Subroto to tell him of the very friendly ghosts I have known. The construction work is coming out so awesome. Your pics are just too good...and the story compels attention. Waiting to visit this place.
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