It was a chilly winter night Mr. x was sleeping a half-awake sleep in his makeshift hut which he had built with the help of Oryza sativa plants and many pieces of bamboos. It was exactly the month of December, the last rice procurement time in many parts of India. During this time small and mediocre farmers used to spend most of their time in the open field surrendering to their “khalla” which translates to mortal in English. And yes it is right they regard their paddy field as god with all the following norms and rituals. One among them has to sleep in that Khalla at night to protect their crop from the attack of stray animals and sometimes from the cluster of the henchmen of the landlords. As I go by the words of my late grandfather this is often the time they take revenge to teach one their crony lesson as per his words they believe if they can’t defeat someone then destroy one. So they will certainly go after him to destroy him.
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Mr.X woke up to a bizarre sound and promptly picked up the bamboo stick which was right beside his hand and shouted in a laude voice who is this scoundrel? Get out of my place. I am awake while searching for the lantern lamp amidst the little flashing moonlight inside his hot. The sound slowed down. In between Mr.X managed to get that lamp and lit it, made his head out the hut door while looking here and there, and confessed himself no one is here, the sound I heard probably was just because of the irregular sleep. Nothing else. He then looked upon the white sky of the dark night and said there is no “Sindura” (redness). The moon is just above my head so it might be around 2 p.m and went on to sleep again without dousing down the lamp.
But he was having a strange feeling and it was almost impossible for him to sleep again so he started singing to the flock lyrics of devotional songs. After a while, Mr.X suddenly stopped singing to those lyrics. He sensed something was not right. His eyes then caught up on the rooftop of his one-man adjustable hut and asked himself is it vibrating but why? He then realized someone or something was actually pushing the hut from outside. In no time before the hut could fall upon him he started shouting and promptly ran away from his hot with the bamboo stick in his hand but he had no time to take the lamp with him this time. A terrified Mr.X now out of his hot, looked here and there of the surrounding of his hut and shouted again in vacuum in a hushed tone, who is this scoundrel? Who is this? But no answer.
A tired Mr.X took a long breath and sat on the grass. He was anxious and needed some water. He looked here and there again but no one was there. The chilly drop of winter snow was wobbling the nerves all around his body. He was feeling unstable all of sudden his eyes leap through the mango trees. Mr.X now whispers to himself, something is there. What is that? And marched on his toes silently near that object. Mr.X now screams violently, oh it's a wild bull, and ran near to beat that bull. Mr.X whispered to himself again, oh no you escaped how fast will you go. He continued to run after the bull in the open paddy field for a while and stopped back where it went? I can’t run anymore. It is going to be morning and I have to get back to my “Khalla''.
He was about to step back but soon he heard another sound. But this time he could sense the sound was familiar to him. He turned backward again, the wild bull he was running after was just in front of him. What he could see was beyond his sensibilities, that was a black Bullock. He affectionately rushed towards that bullock and tried to capture him with his “gamucha” (towel) but it mesmerizingly vanished from his eyes. A regretful and depressed Mr.x looked all around the open paddy field and melted into tears while uttering only one word “Nandu”.
Every object in this giant universe is formed accidentally but how you survive that accident is what defines you. But it is also a great question mark: if this is indeed true, why are we so terrified of an accident, and more importantly how will one survive an accident? The answer is very simple. Have you ever felt isolated in your own house?
Recall the moment in your life when it was a lonely night and you were alone in the house and suddenly the lights went on. What happens next is that you can't see anything rather than the darkness but you never felt terrified and searched for the backup lighting instrument and finally made your way out of that situation to a lighter world.
Yes, it was an essay task because your life is always in an arrangement in a specific place. So you get that backup lighting instrument easily because you were aware of the presence of that instrument in your house. But are you aware of the uncertain lighting failure as well? For some people, it is yes but it might not be the same for all. Despite that, they also managed to get out of the situation without being terrified. How, because the darkness is the essence of our life. We are all accustomed to it in more ways or less.
But why do we get terrified of the same event when it occurs in an isolated place which is far away from our home. Here too we had an arrangement but despite knowing that you need to search for the emergency light your mind got boggled and you got terrified. The answer is we do not know that place exactly so you get out of your vision so quickly and even don't realize that we had an arrangement.
If so, there is yet again another puzzle. Do we indeed know the place we are living in? Have you ever asked yourself how much you know about a place you are living in, probably from certain years? Yes, you might not have known much about the history of that place but you are living in a space called appearance which is quite not disturbing.
If one goes by this logic the elements which are visible to our eyes are not terrifying. Does that mean they are not frightening at all? Yes, they are when there is a sudden occurrence of the holocaust. But how one defines a holocaust or any such natural or unnatural events is the reason for the fear.
So the conclusion is that one knows what is going to happen is not frightening. Even thus it sometimes unnerves this mankind; they never come to haunt anybody because one will learn to tailor with those circumstances. It is when you know your ancestors are all dead and will never come back again after hundreds or thousands of years, you chose to celebrate them as mortals but what we always forget is there are many other living species whose presence collaboratively makes this world a beautiful paradise. But we neither sorrow their absence nor celebrate their memory leaving them to the painful sore of darkness and the same darkness haunts the human being.
In this process, one gets frightened by a ghost, to whom a normal person assumes as an invisible form of someone. Who was alive on this planet a few days back and this human world is testimony to his/her death but one never assumes a dead animal as a ghost. Because we did not have a business with that. If it is indeed true then the ghost of a dead animal might be a holocaust which will terrify not one human but destroy the whole human race all along.
Therefore the next day you wake up, make sure you will fix those colossal holes of your mind, and make a promise to yourself that you in your life will never hurt an innocent creature either wittingly or unwittingly to have a feel of that beautiful unseen paradise. It is inside every human being.
So in a clear and concise word let's embrace the darkness, it will never terrify you yet again! But I can assure you that we will come back with our full team of Bullock Cart again.
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