Ghost On A Cellphone

  My brother-in-law Narsing Rao had seen a ghost on his cell phone.

  It was a rainy day and there was a heavy downpour during the evening. The sky was gradually gathering darkness. 

  It was the habit of my brother-in-law to park his scooter at his elder sister’s apartment and then walk to his two room tenement nearby.

  It was 9 o’clock in the night by the time he returned from office. He parked his scooter in the cellar of his sister’s apartment and walked to his tenement. He refreshed himself in his room, had his meal and reclined on his bed.

  He dialled the number of his boss to appraise him of the latest developments at the office. It was a video call but the face of his boss did not appear. A dark woman’s face appeared on the small screen of the cell phone instead of his boss. The woman’s face had blood red eyes, which looked at him seriously. 

  He was startled at the ghostly face and switched off the phone. 

  He switched on the cell phone again after half an hour. Again the same dark face of the ghostly woman appeared. He was afraid to keep the cell phone switched on. He switched off the cell phone, placed the set in the worship room and went to sleep.

  The next morning he switched on the cell phone with his hands trembling. But the dark face of the ghostly woman did not appear. He heaved a sigh of relief and thanked God.

  Weird things do happen sometimes.

 A Close Shave With A Beautiful Ghost

My co-brother (co-brother means wife sister’s husband in Indo-Anglian language) Sundar Alesa had a close shave with a beautiful woman’s ghost. 

   Sundar, in his early twenties was well built and was of dark honeyed complexion. He was a fun loving and jovial person.

  He planned to watch the horror film ‘The Exorcist’. Befitting his adventurous spirit, he chose to watch the movie on the second show that ended at 12 o'clock midnight. He gathered about six friends to watch the movie along with him.

  Sundar and his bosom pals were then living in the old city of Hyderabad and the movie in question was being screened at Alka Talkies.

  Sundar and his friends watched the movie ‘Exorcist’ which created intense fear in them with bated breath.

  They enjoyed the intermission of the horror movie with biscuits and tea and the refreshments relieved them of their tense feelings about the movie.

  As the movie was over, Sundar and his friends were a bit shaky while dispersing thanks to the horror scenes of the movie. Sundar volunteered to drop his friends at their houses, of course on their individual bicycles. Motor cycles were a princely luxury in the country in the 1970s. 

  It was half past one o’clock before Sundar saw all his friends off. Suddenly the power went off and it was pitched dark.  The tea-stalls at the narrow lanes were being closed and the tea-biscuit carts were being pushed away to the vendors’ homes. 

  Now it was totally dark but for the shimmering light from the kerosene lamp fixed to the bicycle. Suddenly there was a violent shake of the bicycle. Sundar experienced an eerie feeling that somebody occupied the seat of the luggage carrier of the bicycle. He turned back and was surprised to see a woman of matchless beauty on the rear carrier. She was dressed in a white saree and a black blouse. She was of fair complexion and left her jet black curly hair without braiding. “Hi” she said, her voice sounding as sweet as that of a cuckoo bird. “Sorry for taking liberties of this sort. “I missed my friends while coming out of the theatre. If you shelter me till day break, I will leave for my place.” It’s a sincere request out of my heart.”

  Sundar could not say ‘no’. He wanted to whistle for his good luck. But he checked himself for she might mistake him for a duplicate Romeo. “It’s no problem, miss,'' he said, ''Our house is spacious enough to accommodate you. Moreover you need not fear for your safety. I live along with my parents, sisters and brothers.”

  On the way she engaged him in a long conversation. She said that she was a graduate of
Government Women’s College at King Kothi. She also said a lot about her family. She told him that some matrimonial alliances were being considered for her. But nothing was finalized. Then she looked into his eyes, which spoke of many things.

  Sundar had almost swooned with excisement. Now he had grand plans. He would note her address before she left his house in the morning. Then his parents would meet her parents and finalise the alliance. He thought that he would be the envy of his friends for having such a beautiful girl as his wife.

  The bicycle ride was very smooth with the girl at the rear carrier even on the potholes of the lanes and bylanes of the old city of Hyderabad. Whenever the bicycle bumped against a pothole, the girl’s bangles and anklets jingled at the jerks. Since the girl was of feather weight, pedaling the bicycle was easy for him.

  As Sundar approached his house, he experienced an eerie atmosphere. He got off his bicycle. He was about to ask the girl to dismount and accompany him into his house. But to his surprise the rear carrier was empty.

  Till day it is a million dollar question as to who the girl was and how she disappeared.

  There is no chance for her disappearance in a split second. This goes without saying that she was a ghost.

  The paranormal expert Veenu Sandal says that the spirits of  men and women of unfulfilled desires would not leave the earth for astral planets. This beautiful girl must have died before her marriage. Hence her spirit chases handsome young men like Sundar.

  Though Sundar is happily married with two children, a boy Chintu and a girl Sphoorthy, he still could not forget that beautiful girl. For him the entire episode was a sweet dreamy affair.

  It was not an encounter with a spirit for him.

 A Student’s Ghost At My Uncle’s Study

The unfulfilled desires of a person are many. An unmarried person who always thinks about attractive girls but died an untimely death before marrying a girl of his choice may turn into a ghost and loitering about the wedding venues. Similarly a college fresher who ends his life before completing his graduation course, may find himself in the premises of a seat of learning in the form of a ghost.

I think that this was the case of a student’s ghost who visited my uncle’s study regularly.  My maternal uncle Sharma was a practising lawyer. He had his office on the upstairs of a century old building. His office room might be better described as an attic, connected to the ground floor by the wooden stair-case. The house was noisy with the clients who talked with my uncle in muffled tones and the sounds of their footsteps on the wooden steps while entering and leaving my uncle’s office room. My uncle’s office was closed for the clients around 6 pm. 

  He used to teach Maths to his elder, younger sons and daughter who were studying tenth, ninth and eighth classes respectively. I too joined the class as I was a dullard in Maths.

  My uncle placed a high rise wooden chair in a corner of the room. He used to say that he reserved the chair for a ghost student, who was interested in Maths. But my cousins and I were skeptical about his claim. Of course we did not contradict his claim for fear of being given a good beating under the pretext of poor performance in the subject.

  At the commencement of the teaching at 7.15 sharp at night, the sound tuk, tuk was heard on the wooden stair-case. Shortly, the atmosphere turned uncanny. There was a screeching noise of the chair being moved a little. My uncle looked at the chair.,”Oh! You’ve come!’ He said, “ I think I can begin the lesson.”

  There was a broad grin of approval from the ghost student, of course according to my uncle’s perception. 

  Our class ended by 9 pm and my uncle said, “The class is over. You can go.”

  We heard the screeching sound of the wooden chair again; Then the noise of tuk, tuk was heard on the wooden staircase again.

  This process continued till we finished our college education.

  Later on, the student ghost ceased to appear. So my uncle also stopped placing a chair for the student ghost.

  I was grown up and on a Sunday morning I reminded my uncle about our pet student ghost, sipping over a cup of coffee. 

  My uncle became very old by then. He smiled through the wrinkles of his face. “Rao,”he said, “the ghost student was an intelligent student of Maths. But somehow he couldn’t make it to college, while he was alive. He might have met with an untimely death. His interest in Maths impelled him to attend our class.

  “But uncle,”I said, “Anand, Sudhakar, Girija and I failed to see the ghost student. But you saw him (the ghost) without fail. Moreover, why did he stop appearing to you as well?”

  “Rao!” my uncle clarified patiently. “The mental frequencies through which we and the spirits operate are entirely different. My mental frequencies and those of the ghost student’s are the same. So we see each other. Your mental frequencies did not match with those of the ghost student’s. That’s all.

  “The ghost student stopped appearing to me because he might have been busy with the learning of advanced Maths at some other place - either on this planet or at any other suitable astral planet or he might have been born again.”  

  I thought that all my doubts about life after death were cleared.

When A Spirit Threw Me Off My Bicycle

It happened about four decades ago when I lived at Namalagundu near Sitaphalmandi in Secunderabad. I had a quarrelsome neighbour at the next door who was in his middle fifties then. I was in my late twenties and just married. Since my neighbour was always ready to pick up a quarrel with me without any provocation I was not on speaking terms with him.

 One fine morning, he approached me with a broad grin on his face. “Brother”, he said,”I am feeling rather breathless and a nagging pain in my chest. If you lend me five hundred rupees I will consult a cardiologist. I’ll repay your debt as soon as possible.”

  I thought that it was not proper on my part to think about our old enmity. Only the previous evening he entered into an altercation with me about drawing water from the common well. After all he is a fellow human being in distress. So I made up my mind to help him.

  Five hundred rupees was a big amount then and my salary was very meagre in those days. But I was moved by his appeal. I asked him to give me some time. I rushed to my bank and drew the required amount out of my small savings. I returned home in no time. I knocked at my neighbour’s door. When he came out, I gave him the amount and wished him all the best. He thanked me profusely and left for the cardiologist with his wife.

  I prayed to God that he should get well soon.

  It was my habit to take a nap at noon. I was startled out of my sleep at the sound of women weeping at the next door. My wife and I rushed into my neighbour’s house. My quarrelsome neighbour lay dead on the floor, surrounded by his wife and other women weeping bitterly. The men assembled there were urging them to control themselves.

  Tears welled up in my eyes. I forgot all the insults meted out to me by my neighbour all these days for no fault of mine. My wife and I joined their relatives in consoling them.

  By evening the body was shifted to the crematorium at Namalagundu and consigned to flames according to Hindu rites. 

  I also waited there along with the others till the skull broke in the fires (kapala moksham) and returned home.

  I bathed, had my meal and started for my office at the Lower Tank Bund Road.

  My job at the office demanded working on the night shift on alternate weeks.

  After finishing my shift at 2 AM, I left for home on my ramshackle bicycle. I had to go through Lower Tank Bund Road, Kavadiguda, Chilakalaguda and Namalagundu finally.

  The chain of my old bicycle often came off while peddling. I had to get down and fix it at least four or five times during my travels. 

  My heart pounded against my chest as I neared the open crematorium. The pyre of my neighbour was burning. I got down from my bicycle and stood at a distance to the pyre. I prayed silently that my neighbour’s soul should rest in peace till his rebirth.

  I got onto my bicycle and began to pedal with a heavy mood. All of a sudden my bicycle shook. I lost my balance and fell down. At first I thought that I was feeling giddy. I got onto my bicycle and again there was a violent shake as a result of which I fell down once again. I sustained bleeding injuries. I did not dare to get onto my bicycle again. I pushed it home.

  I could not sleep that night properly. I had nightmares that night in which my neighbour laughed wildly and said “It is I who felled you from your bicycle. I can harm you though I have no physical body.”

  My wife was alarmed when I narrated to her what had happened to me. My friends and relatives advised me to stay at the office till day break during night shifts.

  After the first annual ceremony was performed for the well being of my neighbour’s soul

I ventured to go home after my night shift was over, crossing the crematorium. But nothing uncanny happened to me.

  I reasoned to myself that my neighbour’s bitter feelings about me had died by then and his soul was atoning for its past sins and preparing itself to take another birth. Hence it stopped troubling me.

 

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 My Encounter With Ghosts

  I have some strange and unbelievable encounters with ghosts. I happened to see the ghosts only when they wanted to appear before me but not when I wanted to see them. Many times I tried in vain to see them.

  I had a nightmarish encounter with a ghost when I worked at a newspaper office.

  That day I was on the night shift. As soon as my shift was over, I switched off the lights and reclined on the desk. I would go home only during the day break. It was 1 AM. and I fell asleep quickly.

  Then a woman in her early twenties hugged me. Her hug was not warm and pleasant. It was very cold and suffocating. The smell of the perfume which touched my nostrils was nauseating. I thought that I was wide awake. But I was in a semi conscious state only. As her arms were tightening round my neck, her face pressing against mine,  I began to struggle to free myself from her hug. I was only feeling the touch but could not see any solid form of a human figure. I was sweating profusely. I had lost the sense of time. I did not know how long it lasted.  At last I could extricate myself from the hug of the invisible woman with great difficulty. I walked to the switch box with an unsteady gait and switched on the lights. A few colleagues who were

sleeping on the desks nearby, woke up as all the lights were on suddenly in the dead of night. They were alarmed on seeing me. My neatly combed hair was falling on my forehead, covering it completely. My shirt and trousers remained unbuttoned without my will. I was gasping for breath. One of my colleagues offered me a glass of water. I gulped down the water and composed myself gradually.

  I explained to my colleagues about my ordeal at the hands of the unseen woman.

  They concluded that it might be the ghost of a young woman with unfulfilled sexual desires. They said that such ghostly experiences were not uncommon at the office. One of them cracked a joke laced with black humour. He said he wished that the ghost of the woman in question, hugged him. 

  Near our office there was a lake, notorious for suicides, mostly of youngsters with unsatisfied desires of sex or job. The ghost of the woman who hugged me might have been one of them.

  It was the last time I fell asleep at my desk after my shift was over. I kept awake and read books or newspapers till day break when I started for home.

 The Paper Tiger That Proved Fatal

A weird incident which science and logic could not explain, happened at Amalapuram long ago. It all happened when one of my wife’s cousins, Anil, constructed a beautiful house according to his aesthetic taste. By the time when Anil and his wife Anita moved into the new house after performing the milk warming ceremony, the couple had no children. Anil’s mother lived with her son and daughter-in-law. They began living in the house comfortably. 

  On a fateful day when the couple went out shopping at a supermarket, they chanced upon a huge paper tiger. The paper tiger was ferocious to look at with its mouth open. It was a beautiful toy with its back teeth (carnassials) which it uses to shear the meat of its prey whether human or animal. Anita let out a scream of fright when she looked at the wide open mouth of the paper  tiger. She stepped back from the toy and urged her husband to leave the mall immediately. But Anil did not move. His gaze was fixed at the frightening but enticing toy. “Dear” he said to Anita, “we’ll buy this beautiful toy.”

  “No Anil,” she retorted,” Don’t buy it. The paper tiger looks at me menacingly. Let’s leave the mall immediately.’

  Argument and counter argument followed. Anil was adamant that he would buy the toy and Anita was against his wish. Anita begged him to buy any other toy at the mall. She said that she was afraid that the toy tiger would transform itself into a live one and kill her. 

  But Anil somehow convinced her and bought the toy tiger. The manager of the mall got it packed neatly.

  The couple brought it home. The next day Anil called a carpenter and ordered a big glass case.

  When the glass case was ready in a week, Anil put the toy tiger in the case.

  Weeks passed by. Now Anil and Anita settled down in their new house along with Anil’s mother.

  On that night, Anil and Anita were sleeping in their bedroom and Anil’s mother in her separate room. 

  Suddenly the couple woke up in the middle of the night to the cries of agony of the old lady. The couple rushed into the old lady’s room and found to their horror the old lady bleeding at her throat and groaning. 

  In the matter of a few minutes, she lay motionless with her eyes wide open before she was rushed to a hospital.

  A doctor next door was informed who checked her pulse and declared that she was dead.

  Anil performed the last rites to his mother and returned home from the crematorium with a heavy heart. He sat on an easy chair and looked at the paper tiger vacantly.

  He was shocked to see blood in the mouth of the paper tiger. He got up and walked to the glass case. He opened the door of the case and touched the mouth of the paper tiger. To his horror it smelled blood.

  The sad end of the real life account was that Anil and Anita burned the paper tiger to ashes.

  Till today it is an enigma as to how it had happened. Had the paper tiger transformed itself into a live tiger, charged out of the glass case and attacked the old lady fatally? But the glass case was intact with the door closed.

  Could it be a supernatural happening? Maybe!

All Medical Systems Have Their Own Importance And Limitations Too

  All medical systems have their own importance and limitations also at the same time. So I cannot agree with Baba Ramdev that Allopathy is a stupid science and other systems of medicines like Ayurveda are great.

 It is true that the Allopathic system of medicine has not yet found any cure for certain chronic diseases like Arthritis, back ache etc.,

  Allopathic medicine, despite its tremendous advances in research, has its limitations in curing certain chronic diseases. Here the other systems of medicine like Ayurveda, Homeopathy, Siddha and Unani come into picture which can cure many chronic diseases permanently.

 Yet one cannot deny the truth that contagious diseases like malaria, cholera, plague etc,, could be controlled thanks to the Allopathic system of medicine only.

  The discovery of penicillin by Alexander Fleming saved many lives from bacterial infections like pneumonia, strep throat, respiratory tract infections, scarlet fever, ear, skin, gum, mouth and throat infections.

  Dr. Yellapraggada Subba Rao, the Indian Biochemist lost his elder brother and younger brother due to tropical sprue in a span of eight days and it prompted him to discover folic acid as a cure for tropical sprue. He also discovered methotrexate, a chemotherapy drug for containing the spread of cancer, which is still used today. It is also used for rheumatoid arthritis. His discovery of diethylcarbamazine in treating filariasis is notable. Most of his career was spent in the United States. His research work was carried out in the Lederle Laboratories, a division of American Cyanamid, acquired by Wyeth in 1994, now Pfizer. A fungus zenus has been named Subbaromycin in his honour.

  There are many more renowned biochemists who have revolutionised the treatment of infectious diseases with their discoveries of antibiotics.

   In Spite of the allegations that Allopathic medicine is controlled by the pharmaceutical mafia today, as a result of which the prices of the Allopathic medicines are skyrocketing, this system of medicine is essential to control umpteen diseases.

  When it comes to the other systems of medicines like Ayurveda, Homeopathy, Unani and Siddha, all these systems have their own importance.

  Ayurveda: Ayurveda is thousands of years old and this ancient system of medicine has wonderful cures for many chronic diseases. Charaka Samhita and Susruta Samhita (900 BC-700BC) are the important and standard works on the treatment in Ayurveda. It is said that emperor Nimi, grandfather of Sita performed cataract surgery. The great Ayurvedic physician Sustruta mentions rhinoplasty (nasa sandhana). Nobody disputes the fact that Chyawanprash improves immunity and Saraswati Lehya improves memory and other cerebral functions. Saraswati leaves are widely available on the fences in semi urban places and villages.

  Aada thoda vacika (addasaram in Telugu) is used for fencing. Its leaves have wonderful curative aspects for coughing and congestion in the lungs. The leaves of the plant are cut, dried and boiled in water. Then sugar is added and made into a syrup. The Allopathic and Ayurvedic doctors may put their heads together and see whether this syrup is efficacious in clearing the lungs of congestion in the backdrop of Covid=19 pandemic.

  Two decades ago the Government of India started a program titled ‘Catch them young.’ to shape young, brilliant boys and girls into scientists. A scientist of the program, whose name I do not remember, chanced upon a twelve year old tribal boy, grazing his cattle in the fields, near a forest. Suddenly one of the buffaloes collapsed and was unable to move. The tribal boy plucked a few leaves from a plant in the forest, crushed the leaves and poured the juice in the buffalo’s eyes. After half an hour, the animal got up and joined the herd.

  The scientist was amazed at this incident and inquired about the medicinal aspects of the leaves. During their conversation, the tribal boy identified about three hundred plants and explained their medical values.

  Till today it is a puzzle for me. I am at a loss to understand as to how the juices of the medical leaves travelled from the eyes of the buffalo to its internal organs and cured its illness.

 Homeopathy:Though Homeopathy is just four hundred years old like Allopathy, it has made rapid strides in the treatment of many diseases including diabetes and hypertension. It works on the theory ‘Like cures like.’ If this system of medicine is not efficacious, a number of patients would not visit the homeo clinics. 

  Unani: Unani is a Perso-Arabic traditional medicine. It is based on the teachings of Greek physicians Hippocrates and Galen. It was later influenced by the Chinese and Indian systems of medicine. Like Ayurveda, it is also based on the four humours - phlegm, blood, yellow bile and black bile. Many Muslim physicians practice this system of medicine in India today and patients say they are cured with the Uninani medicines.

  Siddha:According to the Siddha system, there are five elements that exist in nature: earth, water, fire, air, and ether, all of which form the original basis of all corporeal things. It is believed that there is an intimate connection between the macrocosm of the external world and the microcosm of the corporeal being. In the human body the element of earth is present in the bone, flesh, nerves, skin, and hair; the element of water is present in bile, blood, semen, glandular secretions, and sweat; the element of fire is present in hunger, thirst, sleep, beauty, and indolence; the element of air is present in contraction, expansion, and motion; and the element of ether is present in the interstices of the stomach,

 These three components—vata, pitta, and kapha (representing air, fire, and water, respectively)—are known as humours, and their inharmonious interaction produces various pathological states.

Herbal and mineral treatment

The siddhars did extensive research on plants and devised methods by which plants could be harnessed medicinally. They also described the poisonous nature of some plants and the antidotes for them and classified plants based on the way they affected the body.

Unlike Ayurveda, which is another traditional system of Indian medicine, but which gives topmost priority to herbal treatment, Siddha medicine gives importance to the conjunctive use of plants and minerals. For simple ailments, the Siddha practitioner advises the initial use of herbs. If this does not prove effective, the judicious use of plants, minerals, and animal products is advised

  Siddha treatment has helped to successfully treat 5,725 patients at 11 exclusive Siddha COVID-19 Care Centres (CCC) in Tamil Nadu during the first phase of Corona. There is also a Kabusara tea concoction that was given to Covid positive patients which helped them to regain their lost sense of smell.

 According to the Siddha medicine system, diet and lifestyle plays a major role, not only in health but also in curing diseases. The Siddha System is effective in treating chronic cases of liver, skin diseases especially psoriasis, rheumatic problems, anaemia, prostate enlargement, bleeding piles and peptic ulcer.

 Personal: I crave your indulgence to go a bit personal and tell you how Allopathy, Ayurveda and Homeopathy worked wonders in my personal life.

  That day I was reading my class book at my father’s clinic downstairs from our house. Then a handsome middle aged person rushed into my father’s clinic. He was howling wildly. He fell down and began to roll on the floor still yelling. His wife who accompanied him said that her husband was a drug addict and he became restless since he could not get drugs. Then his wife and my father held him tight. My father administered pethidine injection to him. He became calm within half an hour and the couple left the clinic after thanking my father profusely. No other system of medicine could have made him calm so quickly. That is the greatness of Allopathy.

  When I sustained a massive heart attack, it was Allopathy only which saved my life through bypass surgery.

  Coming back to Ayurveda, the curry leaves (Karivepaku in Telugu) is a good stress buster. Crush a handful of curry leaves, mix them in half a glassful of water and drink it. Just in half an hour you will be relieved of your mental tensions and it keeps your mind cool. Moreover the chlorophyll in the curry leaves whitens the teeth.

  If you munch a few black pepper granules at evening four O’clock around 8 O’clock you will find your vision brighten.

 Long ago we had a manservant named Balakrishnan, who was a habitual drunkard.  He damaged his liver due to excessive drinking. My father admitted him into the Government General Hospital, opposite to Central Station, Madras. After a few weeks of treatment, the doctors gave up hopes and declared him terminally ill. The doctors at the hospital advised him to go home and have a peaceful death.

  Balakrishnan was in his early forties and did not want to die. He began to cry. His wife Chinna Ponnu, father Annasamy and  mother Govindammal brought him to our house. He fell at my father’s feet and promised not to touch liquor again if he were saved.

  My father, who was AMISC (Ayurveda Bhishagwara) and LIM (Licentiate in Allopathy) took his case as a challenge and treated him for forty days with Ayurvedic herbs. After forty days Balakrishnan’s liver began to function normally. After a week he returned home at Motukuppam which is six miles away from Madras on a bicycle. 

 Postscript: LIM was later merged with M.B.B.S after a refresher course. But my father, who was in his late seventies by then, did not opt for it.

  When I developed dementia in my early seventies, the herbal preparations of Ayurveda for improving memory and other cerebral functions worked wonders for me.

  I approached an ENT specialist when I suffered from a dust allergy. She prescribed oral drugs for a fortnight but the medicines were not effective. Then she advised me to go for nasal surgery which would cost Rs. 12,000 approximately. It was quite a big amount for me during the 1990s. Then my daughter-in-law suggested that I should consult a qualified doctor of Homeopathy. 

  The Homeopathic doctor concerned, treated me for a month, which did cost me Rs. 250/- only. I was completely cured of my dust allergy thanks to the Homeophy system of medicine.

  I do hope that my endeavour of proving all systems of medicines have equal importance and limitations too at the same time have borne fruit in my article.

  My friend Krishna Rao’s article on the medical mafia inspired me to pen this piece.