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Enticing
entity – the Dead Alive in Barkur’s Nagarmut.
Believe it or not. He himself told the others
not to publicise and threatened to kill them or to burn the village. He
was youthful in his younger days and at the end of his days too. He was
the son of a leading land owner with a dozen plus children. Think of our
joyees (Nambiar) and he will
be remembered too. Not because he was a joyees
but because he carries the same term which is
close to the dead ones surname – Pundit. Yes, he was none other
than my younger days yeomen hero Late(?) R---- Pundit
!! . He was the last son in the family and was a student finished
his basic education with certain
necessary qualification to read and write in a rampant way. He was
different than his other family members. His brothers are doctor,
lecturer etc, and live a prosperous
life. The Pundit’s son was, as I have his version, once was angry with
his father and said, “I shall not return home”. In reply father
said, “never come back… go”. He went with a five batteries torch, to
the house of his relative,
which was about two kilometers in distance and told them, “I’ am
angry with my father and shall never go home back. They said, “come
son..have food”. He said, “no”. He returned home and it was dark
enough about Days passed by, and months too flew. Every thing
went on well. However, a person is dear to the family only when he
lives. He is most unwanted as soon as he is dead. He is rather ill
treated by pulling from the bed catching leg and dragged on the out door
as he may not come home and disturb in the form of bhoot (evil sprit) or
so. One fine evening when one of his sister-in-law
who lived with her husband in the near by plot as cleaning the fish
said, “oh, how lovely is the fish, if only brothe in law was there, he
would have eaten some pieces…..”
Ah, here comes the real hero who yelled three times and could be
heard at distance of three kilometers. She dropped what she had in her
hand and was silent in breakdown. Neither any one understood the
mysterious sound of a living dead. Next day when
his another sister-in-law when preparing Dosa, and oh, there
again, outside the kitchen window in the form of a shadow someone
begging, “ sis-in-law, give me dosa”. She yelled and rushed to the
other room as it was 4.48 in the morning as our people were to work in
the field early before dawn, and before sun would burn cream them in
black after Time passed by, as and at every Amavasya
and hunnime, he would scream thrice and it was audible till half way to
Moodhadu- 3Km distance. It
was repeated time and on. He would jog your memory by this gesture, it
is either amavasya (half moon)
or hunnime (full moon). It was
like a siren of the factory, or a church bell or that of a aazaan sound
of a mullah in the Musjid. Few incidents though sounds funny and a validly ordained inscribes it
then I’m not the one (handle with care). But what is exiting is the
reality bite. Those were the days spoken of ghost and pixachi. Now monis
denvchar zala!?. One: Three
childrens murder:
Loss of three lives! Should
the dead be forgiven? Three of his brother’s sons were cow grazing
daily. One was in the eighth other in ninth and the third in the Two:
Young girl raped on a broad day
light when cutting grass? – Likes of my age in those days in
eighth standard would not know what is sex all about. The Entity taught
me. He was silent for few days. Suddenly the
daughter of a certain Shedthi was cutting green grass who was
rosy in her youthful days and was to get marry to the first who would
come on his way to propose her. She fell down with a loud cry and her
dear ones found her half naked on a broad day light i.e. Three:
Justice Judge in air?
Tow achartis (women from vishwakarma Brahmin community
–generally carpenters and gold smiths) fought on a wooden log which
was cut and brought in their compound. The one claimed it belonged to
her and the other repeated the same. However, quarrel was never ending.
The village oxford dictionary words were well spelt to mean what they
didn’t. However, the living dead , the entity my friend went and told
them. “ Do both of you catch either side and bring and keep the wooden
log in my place – father’s residence”. They learnt it was my good
friend evil dead, and very next morning before breakfast the two
achartis began their day with lifting the log and pulling it to the
place of Pundith. The place distanced about 6 kilometers. Good Justice,
in closed eyes. Four: Fear not, I’m with you –Benthikere Chikku Gudi where daily prayers are offered, the
priest would take all that
is offered to Goddess Chikku and go home to Bairibettu from our
Entity’s home town. Aham, he wasn’t alone. He was accompanied till
home by our friend who would continuously ring the bell found in the
Bhatta’s basket along with rice and money mixed with panchakajjaya
and talk to him till he reached home. Mr. Robert D’ Souza’s and our
dogs did keep silence when Entity was at work in the late night when
Bhatta was kept simputer (simply) chatting with him. Five: Fire off when it isn’t your time
off? – “Oh, what a fire come Ma come out soon”. And my
Mom then rushed to see scrambled, “where , where”? I said, “See
there”. And both started us watching . A mega fire!. However,
all the brothers of Entity brought water in pots and buckets and as soon
as they reached close to the fire, the fire disappeared. What happened
to it? Ah, there was a mighty laughter. It was again my hero. I too
heard him laugh and smile. His brothers asked him, “Why did you do
this”. He said, “When I walk this tree used to disturb me. Hence, I
burnt it”. They went home
and that night I prayed one extra Rosary and went to sleep. Next day I
got up one minute early than other days to see the tree. Ah, and it was
there as it was in the last evening. Six: Catholic facets with devil dence? –
Then certain Mr. Andrade and our friend, yeah, this time a catholic with
Entity. It wasn’t tug of war or dog and the boon. But Late Mr. Andrade
the Hero as his brother jeni (John) came to Nagarmut from Seven: My mom saw it he took it – money
and Papad. Some weeks my good friend disappeared. He says at home, “I wanna
go to Eight:
My brother in those days was learning mechanics in Brahmavar and was
smart. He was repairing water pumps and was available only in the night
as he was working in Brahmavar, He was invited to repair the water pump
and as he was repairing, a dozens of coconut leafs and coconuts were
pulled down. The family member said, “worry not it’s our Entity. He
won’t harm you”. I would have smelled water stream around my toes
with urine smell. Ninth: I went to bring toddy and oh…. Never again.
I could see simply dry leaves run and run. I had my own fear and that
was again. Oops, never again. No toddy and no Entity to kill butter
flies in my stomach. I sigh, never again as long as my senses are
sensible. Ten: Day time I saw the light and it was
a light of the Entity. I could and often have seen light like just focused mirror
on something. I have at least observed it a two to three dozens of time
as our then house is just faced towards Pundit’s house where the
government well was only a peak center which would not disturb the valid
lively and fearful interaction of mine and his. Eleven: Every night he would walk with
torch on and he was there. It was clear that our friend walked the way.
We were eager to see his torch and were anxious to hear him scream.
Often he dismayed us. However, if he was angry he did award us with his
normal high volume, blood chilling Kooooi…… Twelve: Talking to a living old hag from
a tree of Banyan day out and day in. The tall man related to the Pundit family was
old enough to be kept in a museum for all the life that he worked and
lived in a village. He was wedded to the Entity and was talking from Thirteen: He would inform the people not
to publish or make known this fact to the other. Believe it or not. I speak the
truth, nothing but the truth. So what do you want? The truth or nothing
but the truth? I violated the Entity told his friends and family people.
Hope this news won’t work as a virus. Where is he now?: Fear
not. Virus won’t affect as the Entity is been caught and kept in a
Limbo (lime) and the limbo is kept in a tender coconut (bondo) and the
bondo is buried in a four feet deep pit
using black magic and mantra by a matra vadi.
Hence, if dug by finding the place,
he may reappear as he is in your website just now. I’m confident. Are
you? Keep a mini peg near to you to balance it. Fourteen: He used to get angry on his
father and pulls his little loin cloth the local casti.
Mud and soil was often put in his rice plate. He was really a member
without having body and nerves but sharp brain!. He would even eat in
the family except chastising the father rest all was good and sound.
Often he destroyed the tiles and roofs of the family where his father
lived. Fifteen: Sun goes down means people of
the place dead down in sleep under the pillow.
Yes, all were asleep even if it was to become slight dark. Perhaps those
days electricity company must have lost one fifth of their income from
Barkur’s Nagarmut. Sixteen: Did Pinto Travels paved the seat
to the Entity or Mahabaleshwara brought him back from Cypri
, MA.LLB.MSW. Barkur 05/10/12
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