TO BELIEVE OR NOT TO BELIEVE?
WHAT IS THE SCIENCE OF TANTRAS?
India once considered as land of superstitions,still has some reminiscences of Ruth Prawer Jhabvala's heat and dust ,wrapped in a blanket of mystery .Mysteries which still attract people to come and breathe here and seek peace,solace and discover new meanings of life.
But the incident which took place with me shook the roots of my life and almost uprooted it.My educational background i.e. graduating from prestigious Carmel College and equally renowned schools like Notre Dame and Loreto Convent never permitted me to venture or even think about the"relished unbelievable of human mind".
Due to some unavoidable circumstances,I always had to move places in India-in a way it was very traumatic as being an emotional person, it was very difficult for me to make friends again ,connect and adjust in a completely unknown environment, etching a place of survival....traversing this unavoidable journey, almost thirteen years ago I reached a small town, Moradabad in Uttar Pradesh-the town which could not boast of anything but filth, dirt, and money.
The people there were mainly involved in Brass Businesses minting money, bragging about their lifestyles, though their palatial houses were situated in places where pigs would love to inspect day and night but yes the"items produced in their factories were definitely breathtakingly beautiful in contrast to their places of survival."
After a few days of my stay,in the heart of the city known as Civil Lines,I began to suffer from bouts of depression,which people thought was pure fabrication of my ever active and creative mind.But my plight did not stop here,I recurrently started falling sick and finally was down with "typhoid",which again was considered to be a very common ailment amongst Indians! So after all there was nothing which I was facing, new!
IS ANYTHING BURNING?
How can I forget the evening when I went berserk, searching for "the element" burning in my house and producing foul smell-I looked each nook and corner of my house but lo as nothing was supposed to be found-hence nothing was found.Now you may ask why am I making a statement like this?I am making such a statement because somehow the stories narrated to me by neighbors were now making ways into my mind....that a woman in the house in which I lived was burnt to death!Well no one was however able to tell ,who burnt her and exactly what had happened.But she died in the very house in which I was living was sure.
When my God-fearing superstitious neighbor Mrs. Kamboj, first told me about all this, I had simply laughed it away.But gradually my problems and pain increased leaving me to languish in a pool of extreme misery. My heart wanted to consent to the stories heard but my educated,sophisticated mind just ruled out any such possibility of any spirit or "atma" harassing me.The smell of something burning, unbelievingly but true, however persisted in a stubborn manner in my house day after day hallucinating my existence and harrowed my family.I became unimaginably pale and weak-a rickety structure with sunken eyes and high fever which would never leave despite the best of medication provided.
IS ANYTHING BURNING IN YOUR HOUSE?
The final blow was given by the family which had come to live in the house next to ours.One fine evening,their fourteen year old boy came rushing,panting and literally barged into my house to inform that something was burning,and the obnoxious smell perforating had made their existence a hell!I assured him that everything was alright but the truth was that I was shaken out of wits and this finally pushed me to take a weird decision!
ARRIVAL OF THE SHABBY BABA OR TANTRIK
My official "chaprasi"(attendant)Nagina who was continually pestering me to get treated by a Baba of his village, had his way when I asked him to call the said Baba, as in any case,by hook or crook, I wanted to be fit ,wanted to defeat my maimed existence and once again stand on my feet.
The old dangerous looking Baba came late that evening clad in a loose sack like brownish dress with a "jhola" (cloth bag),slung over one of his shoulders.He gave me an intent serious look and a streak of spontaneous fear ran across his saggy, shriveled and wrinkled face. Instantly he took out some herbs,powder,asked for an iron container and burnt those in it after moving it all over my body.While doing all these, he was chanting some odd "mantras" too.
Though I did not have much faith in his activities but somewhere in my mind, Nissim Ezekiel's poem,"The night of the scorpion" was trickling. Sometimes more than scepticism and rationalism, age old beliefs help-with this notion I let him to do his job.After a while he sprinkled few drops of holy water on me and asked me to close eyes and beg forgiveness to the mistress of the house,who was no more, for unknowingly hurting her space of existence! WHAT????MY throbbing head throbbed more but I did as he said,my hands reaching out to some hundred rupees notes pushed inside my pillows."NO,NO MONEY","MY POWER WILL VANISH IF I TAKE MONEY",HE ANNOUNCED WITH PRIDE GLORIFYING HIS OLD FACE.
Nagina quickly made a glass of Indian "sherbat" with sugar and lime juice and offered him,which he gladly consumed and left my house assuring that from next morning I will be free from the bondage of pain.
MORNING OF RADIATING RAINBOWS
The next morning did come and believe or not all my ailments were doomed.I was able to walk,breathe without difficulties and live my life! Now though,still I would not advocate people to resort to such things BUT CAN ANYONE GIVE AN ANSWER IN MY CASE- WHERE DOCTORS FAILED A BABA SUCCEEDED.
INDIA,CERTAINLY IS A LAND OF AMAZEMENT WRAPPED IN LAYERS OF UNDUG SCIENCES!!!!
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