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Jaichander Varma could not
sleep. It was past midnight and the world outside Jaichander Varma’s room was
fairly quiet because he lived sufficiently far away from the city. Though that
entailed a tedious journey to his work and back, Mr Varma was happy with his
residence because it afforded him the luxury of peaceful and pure air. The city
is good, no doubt. Especially after Mr Modi became the Prime Minister, the city
was the best place with so much vikas.
‘Where’s vikas?’ Someone asked
Mr Varma once. Mr Varma was offended. ‘You’re a bloody antinational mussalman
who should be living in Pakistan ya kabristan,’ Mr Varma told him bluntly.
Mr Varma was a proud Indian
which means he was a Hindu Brahmin. He believed that all others – that is,
non-Brahmins – should go to their respective countries of belonging. All
Muslims should go to Pakistan and Christians to Rome (or is it Italy? Whatever.
Get out of Bharat Mata, that’s all.) The lower caste Hindus could stay in
India, of course. The lowest caste, well, Mr Varma didn’t want them really but
he was willing to keep them back. The untouchables and all don’t have any right
to live, according to Mr Varma’s ancient wisdom which he is very proud of as a
loyal nationalist.
Sleep eluded him tonight for
some mysterious reason. He turned this way and that, tried to curl up in bed
and then straightened up… No, nothing worked. His wife was snoring away. His
children were studying abroad, the boy in Canada and the girl in America. Mr
Varma – he was very proud of that surname because it proclaimed his caste loud
and clear – was affluent enough to own a villa with a huge garden. He was a
manager of a nationalised bank which gave loans to rich people who left the
country with it and lived happily in some western country.
He got up, drank some water
from the PET bottle kept beside the bed, and then walked out without making any
noise. He opened the main door and stared into the opacity outside. A few
electric lamps shone feebly outside some of the neighbouring houses. Mr Varma
walked to the banyan tree that stood at the edge of his garden and sat down
leaning against the enormous trunk of the tree.
A few yards away, outside his
boundary wall, stood a half-built house. The construction was abandoned halfway
because the owner lost his job unexpectedly. He was working with Ganatantra TV
and when he was promoted with a transfer to Dubai he started the construction
of this big house. Then he lost his job all of a sudden. In fact, he had to run
for his life from that satanic country in which everyone is a terrorist. He did
his job honestly and called a spade a spade – that is, called a Muslim a
terrorist. Isn’t that what a Muslim is? And they wanted to kill him just for
that. These Muslims! ‘If I had the power,’ thought Mr Varma, ‘I’d have
exterminated the whole race.’
‘Hello Varma ji,’ someone
called him out from the banyan tree.
‘Who is it? Varma
ji was a bit scared though he didn’t believe in ghosts and so on.
A misty shape
materialised beside him as if from nowhere. ‘I’m Abraham,’ the shape said. ‘What
are you doing here at this time of the night which belongs to ghosts like me?’
‘Ghost!’
Varma ji mumbled. He was scared. ‘Are you a … ghost?’
‘Hmm.’
‘Abraham is
your name?’
‘Hmm.’
‘Christian?’
Abraham
laughed like ghosts do in certain Indian language movies. ‘Arey yaar, do ghosts
have religion? Aren’t they citizens of the cosmos?’
Why can’t
these bloody Christian ghosts go to Italy at least, if not to a Christian hell?
Varma ji wondered to himself. He had no guts to ask that to a ghost anyway.
Just then a creature
wrapped in a sheet was seen walking towards a house on the other side of the
wall.
‘See that?’
Abraham said. ‘That’s one of your godmen around here going to screw the lady of
that house. She gave sleeping pills to her husband after dinner instead of his
usual tablets. Were you also on the way to some lady, Varma ji?’
‘No, no, no,’
Varma ji protested vehemently.
The ghost
laughed again. ‘If you walk around at this time of the night you’ll see a lot
of truths that you wouldn’t like, Varma ji. You should be in your bed at this
time with your loving wife.’
‘Are you
really a ghost?’ Varma ji couldn’t believe that a ghost could be so benign. And
that too, a ghost belonging to Sonia Antonia Maino’s videshi religion.
‘Well, if I
tell you the truth you won’t believe me,’ the ghost said.
‘So you’re
not a ghost?’ Varma ji asked. Is this the devil himself? Who knows? All
Christians are children of the devil. They eat mleccha food, fuck their neighbours’
wives, and drink alcohol.
‘If you look
carefully you might see me inside you,’ the ghost said. And then he
disappeared.
Varma ji’s
terror intensified. He could feel his heart becoming heavier as if something
had entered into it. That something had the shape of the ghost, he could see
faintly.
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Nice story..
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DeleteNice sarire.. I hope this isn't the ending though.. There's more to it?
ReplyDeleteGlad you liked it. There's no sequel however.
DeleteNow that's such a nice fiction story. Just loved the way you have penned. Hope to read more fiction stories
ReplyDeleteThanks for the visit.
DeleteVarma ji & Ghost :( .. Glad I started my day with this story .
ReplyDeleteWelcome to this space, dear friend.
DeleteMy goodness such a wonderful fiction story. I liked the Muslim & Christian part.
ReplyDeleteBut what does the end portrays ? As I couldn’t understand it well.
Every ghost is a part of ourselves so to say. The ghost is not out there, in other words.
DeleteThat was an interesting work of fiction, but I believe that there is also a sequel to it?
ReplyDeleteNo sequel in plan. Varma ji will have to grapple with the ghost that has entered his heart.
DeleteI hope that there is more to it!!
ReplyDeleteGlad to hear that. It's always heartening for any writer to hear this sort of a comment.
DeleteLoved the build up and the way you have highlighted the deep-seated prejudices that a man nurses. You had me gripped till he meets the banyan tree. I would have loved to read more about their interaction and I believe that the end was a bit rushed. But then, that's my opinion, every writer has the freedom to write and express the way they believe is best for their stories. All the best!
ReplyDeleteThanks for your detailed observations. I didn't want to moralise. Let the protagonist deal with his own ghosts.
DeleteOh, this is brilliant! Brave writing and loved the tongue-in-cheek tone you have used! Waiting for more.
ReplyDeleteHappy to hear this.
DeleteWow this is so beautifully written. This work of fiction is par excellence.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Yogita.
DeleteWonderfully written with a good message.
ReplyDeleteThank you.
DeleteWondeful! I wish it had more and didn't end so quickly.
ReplyDeleteGlad to hear that.
DeleteThis is an interesting story and I love the way the conversation flows between the the ghost and Varmaji. Great story-telling!
ReplyDeleteThank you.
DeleteNice story telling. Is this the end or is there more to come?
ReplyDeleteSatire should be brief, right?
DeleteNow thats we call a wonderful story, I like how you narrated a perfectly drafted story.
ReplyDeleteGlad you enjoyed it.
DeleteGreat piece of satire. You're good at it. It comes across in your fb posts as well.
ReplyDeleteThe sociopolitical situation now encourages satire.
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DeleteI enjoy reading your posts. And this satire was excellent. Looking forward to reading more throughout the series.
ReplyDeleteWelcome to the space though i don't intend to write a sequel to this.
DeleteSuoerb post, really enjoyed reading this one
ReplyDeleteNice to hear this.
DeleteEnjoyed reading your work of fiction, though I would say it's a fact. The ghost is within us. Keep writing.
ReplyDeleteSometimes enlightenment comes from the inner ghost!
DeleteWe all have a ghost lurking in and d ghosts have a religion I wonder. Unusual tale though.
ReplyDeleteI love to provoke 😅
DeleteReally so true such people and their believes are even worst than a ghost 😂😂😂😂😂
ReplyDeleteSuch people give us bizarre tales!
DeleteTrue😊
DeleteSimple narration and a tale with a lot of spice, whoa
ReplyDeleteThanks
DeleteGreat work of fiction, loved how you connected it with what's happening around us.
ReplyDeleteGlad you liked it.
DeleteVery well narrated facts in form of a fiction. Liked it. I generally do not like to write to talk about religion or politics surrouding religion, but I liked your approach to sharing your thougths through a story.
ReplyDeleteIt's difficult to talk about religion and politics in India today especially if you belong to certain communities.
DeleteYou narrate so well. Simple language and to the point. Happy Alexa month to you
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DeleteReally enjoyed reading the story. Wonderful narration.
ReplyDeleteThanks.
DeleteI really loved reading such simple yet powerful filled message story!!
ReplyDeleteWelcome to this space where serious stuff is posted always.
DeleteHaha! This was a fun story. enjoyed reading it. Hope there is more to it!
ReplyDeleteNo sequel since the story has to continue in VArma ji's heart.
DeleteThis is such a good piece of writing. With a message too. #tmmreads
ReplyDeleteHi, welcome here. Look forward to more meetings.
DeleteA great post indeed, I like the way story is building up.
ReplyDeleteYou make me want to continue with many more sequels...
DeleteI liked the way you left it open in the end and not fitting amoral to the story. Let the reader decide what he wants to know more out of it.
ReplyDeleteYes there are ghosts in all of us and we have to deal with it at some point of time.
Yes, ultimately the reader has to decide what the ghost means to her/him.
DeleteAhahaha... So. Many. Satires! You really do think quite incisively!
ReplyDeleteMy country makes me sharp!
DeleteVery well written Sir, glad to visit your blog after long time. This post has so much to say with its underlines. All the prenotions of the society are very aptly covered in it.
ReplyDeleteGlad you visited after a while.
DeleteLoved the climax
ReplyDeleteGlad you did.
DeleteDefinitely interesting and well-written. I especially liked the story flow and build up!
ReplyDeleteThis is so good! A wonderful piece of satire which I believe something that this country needs more than ever! I just hope that people won't ignore the underlying message because of the simplicity and flow of your language.
ReplyDeletePeople understand, I believe. But they may choose to ignore.
Deleteso you've left us to decide the ending?? is there more to it?
ReplyDeleteOver to Varma ji and you 😅
DeleteYou spoke my mind.HaHa...nice story.
ReplyDeleteThat's nice.
DeleteGood story
ReplyDeleteThank you.
DeleteI want to know whether story ended here or there is a second part because I think here is someone against Christians.
ReplyDeleteHa ha ha...
DeleteThe story is going on in India. It won't end in near future.
Nice story Sir. Liked reading it. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteGlad to hear this.
DeleteSuch a nice story.
ReplyDeleteThank you.
DeleteI want to read more about it. Such a nice intriguing tale.
ReplyDeleteMy next post will be a book review, something more on this definitely.
DeleteGosh... so many comments, i feel that this ain't no fiction, most of the things described do happen and for real except with people like Mr. dump Varma, cause people like him are way low in our side of the country.
ReplyDeletePeople like him run this country. My post tomorrow is a book review about that...
DeleteEnjoyed reading the story. Is a second part coming?
ReplyDeleteGlad you liked it. I leave the sequel to you.
DeleteNice to read such stories, something different but very relevant in todays world...
ReplyDeleteYes, our world has become a rather bizarre place.
DeleteManisha - Nicely written, do we have a part 2 coming too?
ReplyDeleteNot planning.
Deletequite a allegory!
ReplyDeleteThank you.
DeleteNice write up. You should think about a part two because we are all waiting for it.
ReplyDeleteMany have suggested it, but I'm not sure I can continue it...
DeleteNice work of fiction, loved the end. Finally, Varma ji came face to face with his inner devil.
ReplyDeleteYeah, that's it, the inner devil and the devil has no religion really and it may not be all that bad either :)
DeleteYou will find me inside you - what a blow to poor Mr. Varmaji and his superiority.
ReplyDeleteWhen Varma ji confronts his real self, a lot of problems will just vanish.
DeleteNice story. Specially when the ghost said I am inside you. Lovely fiction though I did not like or connect much with Mr. Varma on his thoughts.
ReplyDeleteWe have many Varmas around us these days.
DeleteVery well written article.
ReplyDeleteThank you.
DeleteWell written post highlighting prejudices of human mind.
ReplyDeleteGlad you liked it.
DeleteWhat an imagination loved the story, ha ha Who is Vikas?
ReplyDeleteDo write a series on this loved the take
Vikas was one of our PM's many promises.
DeleteNice story.
ReplyDeleteThank you.
DeleteI loved the satire, the way you addressed so many issues through this story. Beautifully written
ReplyDeleteObliged for the compliment.
DeleteSo vermaji faced his inner devil. Beautifully written story, must say.
ReplyDeleteEnlightenment is confronting one's own inner devils.
DeleteGlad you liked this.
The story is penned down well. I like the satirical way of writing. But why did you have to bring in the religion into it? Isn't your writing like Mr. Varma now?
ReplyDeleteI wish I had the genius to write about religion without bringing religion into it. Religion is the protagonist of this story. It is both the hero and the villain. Varma ji is both heroic and villainous like all of the others in his species. It's his choice to be which. That's the issue.
DeleteI used religion here also to highlight the problem of stereotyping on the basis of religion.
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