Got indulged into discussions about ghosts after many years and realized that these horror stories have still not lost their charm and masala. One day we all friends started talking about ghosts with god knows what incident that kept enough of ghostly gossip coming in.
Nobody argued over the existence of ghosts. We listened to each other’s stories with such a respect as if ghosts are the ultimate realities of life. We started with personal stories, in between covering ZEE horror show, Aahat, Sshh.. Koi hai, Darna Mana Hai, fear flies, english horror movies and so on. One of my friend told me, how idiot she was, when she saw a hand hanging from her school’s Auditorium's roof with blood dropping from it and got dead scared. Later, her teachers discovered that some painting work was going on at the roof, using red colour.
Interestingly, pallu, shared that she also got frightened by the sight of somebody. Guess who?? No ghosts, atma, parmatma or anything... but a human being! she saw a girl in her pg, standing in the balcony at 3:30 AM! Although, she dint see her face, but the sight was enough to keep her disturbed for 4 to 5 days!
Well, piya did not have many stories, except that she is scared of darkness, which we all girls are and I guess will remain so for the next 100 years. That is feminine. Not getting scared of darkness, cockroaches, lizards, injections, blood etc means not being a woman.
The discussion came to an end, but it was kind of refreshing. I know, these Bhoot-Shoots do not exist and we are too mature to understand the cinematography behind all these movies and serials. But ghosts are a very significant part of any childhood. These are the first few things in our lives, where we get scared with our own imagination. When we force ourselves to choose between what we think, exists and what we know, exists. The first time, when we want to explore the reality and make a decision of what to believe and what not.
I know, every mom and dad would have told this to their child – “bhoot, kuch nahi hota. Yeh sab mann ka waham hai”. Believing on these lines, we kept that first step into the darkness without holding anybody's hand or when we had to sleep alone in the room, silently seeing our moms switching off the lights and saying goodnight.