Me and Ghosts...!!

I do NOT believe in ghosts. As a matter of fact, I do not believe in anything that does not have a scientific explanation. But of course, that does not include God. My relationship with Him is entirely different. Let us save it for a different blog. Coming back to the point, what am I going to say if I don't believe in ghosts? Read on to know.

I have tried all kind of weird stuff, just to check if ghosts exist. In one Tamil movie, they showed that if we say Poochi (insect in Tamil) thrice before a mirror, ghost will appear in front of us. I tried it once (with the doors opened, just in case), but only found my face staring back at me :crazy. One of my friends said that if you go to the backyard alone in the night, ghosts will pat your back (as if they dont have better work to do). I tried it once, only to find a snake crawl and I never repeated it :hide:. Sometimes after watching some horror movie alone late in the night, I would shout like 'If you really exist come NOW'. But no, they never came. Sometimes I wonder, I have been writing many horror stories, one day or the other if one of the ghosts appear before me and ask the obvious question "Why are you so interested in me?", what answer should I give? It is time I should get ready with one :biglaugh


My dad and mom are stanch believers in ghosts, but each in their own way. My dad is highly creative and the best story teller I have ever come across. (You will notice it, if you see the way he handles his customers :biglaugh). In my younger days, his favorite pass time would be to take me to a room, turn off all the lights, and tell me his imaginative ghost stories, the sole purpose being to make me believe them. But poor him, I listen to him till the end (his story telling is just excellent that I will forget to blink my eye) and then shrug of saying he is lying. He also believes that they take various forms like muni, kaathu, karuppu, aavi (Sorry, I am not even sure if all these have respective English words) and insists they all are different. I have never even bothered to ask him the differences.

Once, it was the time when there was a Tamil serial thriller called Vidaadhu Karuppu rocking entire TN. In that serial, there used to me a man who rides a horse carrying a sickle and kills anyone who does not abide by the rules in the village. He is believed to be an avatar by the villagers. So one day, after watching it, I went to the loo. I turned on all the lights on the way from my bed room to the rest room (I was a lil scared then). After coming out, Oh My God, that sight is one that I can never ever forget in my life. All the lights had been turned off. My heart skipped a beat when I saw a figure carrying a sickle standing right outside the door :shaking:Can you imagine my shock? And the next minute the figure burst out laughing, revealing to be none other than my dad. And then he asked me "So now do you believe in ghosts?" :spin :bonk


Though my dad talks a lot about ghosts, he is not scared of them. But my mom believes and also is scared of them. Whenever my dad goes out of station, she will call me to sleep with her (as if I am some exorcist) . She believes that if either me or my dad is with her, no ghost will come near her. For the past few times, I have been training her to sleep alone (what if I get married). So now, she has overcome that fear to an extent. But she never comes upstairs to my room in the night. The staircase does not have light, and she is scared that some ghost might catch hold of her if she comes that way. As if the same ghost cannot come down to catch her :rant


But there was one day when I really believed that finally a ghost has decided to give me Darshan. I was sleeping in my room. Suddenly the calling bell rang in my room. I checked the time, it was 12:30 am. I got immediately tensed. I thought may be some one is ill. I ran out of my room. But the house was as calm as ever. I wondered if I dreamed. But no, I knew it was real. I went back and dozed off. But the bell went off again at 2:30 am. Now this really scared the s*** out of me. But then I thought why a ghost should ring the calling bell. I mean, it could just come in my room right. But I was not sure. I spent the entire night apologizing to the invisible ghost saying how sorry I was that I did not believe in ghosts :shaking:


But the next day, the secret was revealed. The battery had dried out, and the bell went off on its own accord :bang