On life and its vagaries


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He went berserk just then.


He shrieked

Huh …huhuh …….

He was panting and shivering all over.

There was something startlingly inhuman in the voice. It had  a steely and ethereal timbre to it. It rent the skies open and sent tremors into our very hearts. We quivered, startled into a senseless terror with a sudden foreboding of doom, something unseen was happening. We had never seen him in this mood before.

It had begun just like any other day in our village. It was the season of festivals and our patroness Durga was being taken out of her small enclosure for a tour of her lands. We were an unhappy people. But we could not desert our patroness and her festival.

She was the Bhagavathy, the one who carries the the symbol of mother goddess. She brings fertility to our lands.

We were celebrating the day of her fertility.

The priest had shouldered the three edged lance as her replica and the procession was getting ready to take her out to her people.

The Komaram had obstructed the way. He was the goddess when he goes into  trance and becomes her.

He screeched and planted himself in front of the procession and thundered:

The Mother ………wants to say……… something to her children…….

It was mostly incoherent.

Then without warning he rushed in on the procession and it scattered.

The priest shouted at him calling him by his name.

Ramunni, it’s no time to be funny. Allow us to pass.

We were  chilled to our souls by this unforeseen scene. The procession of the goddess had never been halted before. We felt a terrible apprehension entering our souls.

It was a murderous day even otherwise, the heat had caught us by the throat and the sun was striking like a lunatic on our bare heads then, we could visibly see particles of light and heat shimmering like crazy and darting around us.

There was grime everywhere. The day had dawned after a terrible night of cold rain as if nothing had happened, blazing and fierce.

We have been seeing something else too. We were aware of presences unwanted amongst us. We had seen ill omens, storms raging, wind, dogs and jackals howling through the nights, wells disappearing and new ones being generated out of nowhere, landslides swallowing everything up, earth quakes, rivers overflowing. We had seen stars falling, fires booming. There were diseases, they took our dear ones away……….

It had been a terrible year. There were strangers among us; some of us even had become strangers to ourselves.

The Komaram screeched again.

….huhoho… hiye ………

We stood silent and stupefied. The mother was in terrible distress, she cried and sobbed and beat her breasts through the Komaram. He was dancing, dancing, pirouetting, swaying and howling. Shivering like in an epileptic fit sending his long hair bouncing crazily. He swirled the rusty sword around as if trying to dispel unseen evil forces from our midst.

My children ……

The voice came in a high squeeling pitch and then went on halting and spluttering.

My …chil… ……uhuhuh… dren  ahah ah …..My own……huhuho………. mother ‘ll….. ahhuhuh……    look after you ……… …my own …..

He struck his brow near the hair line with the rusty sword, the flesh parted and blood streamed. One of his helpers tried to throw ginger paste on the wound but he struck him away.

… I can’t. I can’t……

He screamed striking at his forehead.

Now pieces of flesh flew from his head.

Enough, someone loudly  called, enough, don’t do this to us.

The Komaram began striking at his forehead again with the sword. He wailed and snatched a handful of  grains which was carried in a platter behind him by one of his men and pressed it on his bloody forehead.

He coughed and spluttered.

Evil away……thoothoo

He spat on his hands and again pressed it on his forehead.

…my children to safety … …mother knows everything …….

And then he threw the grains at us with force, it struck us everywhere, spattering us in his blood.

Send the little children away, the priest said urgently.

– And someone restrain him. What’s with him, he never used to cut himself.

I won’t be restrained, the Komaram roared, threateningly turning towards  the priest.

I won’t be restrained…..hah ha…… my children have been cheated. ….. ……. I am thirsty……I am thirsty…..

It’s not like of old. The priest cautioned though losing a bit of colour.

Would you deny me drink? Would you deny it to me…. ……huhuhuuh……

The wail was heart rending.

He ran in a frenzy around the small temple

Would you deny something to me to save yourself…….

There was a general murmur now.

I haven’t seen her this angry before. Its only killing some chicken after all.

No sacrifices in this place. The priest said. Not while I am here.

The Komaram was tiring and showed signs of swooning.

I am thirsty……. I have been thirsty for a long time… Bring it to me….hai  hai….

No Ramunni. The priest said. No drinking of blood here.

Mother is unhappy……

the Komaram cried

No drinking of blood here. The priest repeated firmly.

I will withdraw from you……hahhah …. ungrateful lot.

Then the  Komaram rushed into the enclosure.

Block him, the priest ordered, he will defile the Kovil.

But before anyone could move the Komaram had disappeared into the enclosure.

Damn, the priest cursed. Some of you  bring him out, I need to purify the Kovil.

It was noon when the Komaram had disappeared into the Kovil. He never appeared again.

Those who went in search of him also did not come back.

The priest went next.

It’s getting dark and we  are waiting for him still…….


Written by Sam

September 17, 2009 at 4:13 pm

6 Responses

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  1. a really gory story 😦


    September 18, 2009 at 11:37 am

  2. I agree. Even I can’t read it without shuddering 🙂


    September 18, 2009 at 2:37 pm

  3. i could not finish it i went half way and my hairs started to raise up and i stopped reading.. 😛

    what a scary story.. you can contact ramsay brother


    September 18, 2009 at 5:13 pm

  4. Its a surge of the underworld I know. Its dark and startling. It came just like that. I had to write it.

    But it has some power I think. Let the tough tackle it if they dare 🙂


    September 19, 2009 at 5:08 pm

  5. it certainly did had a power of raw violence 😦 i could not muster the courage of reading it half way through..


    September 20, 2009 at 5:27 pm

  6. I know 🙂


    September 20, 2009 at 5:58 pm

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