Spirit takes Revenge
My blogs are completely based on my own experiences, the real life stories that I get to hear from people who — in some way or the other — have undergone them. And since there is no intention of hurting anyone’s interests and sentiments, so I have concealed the actual names of the people and the places linked to them. Comments from only those who are serious about esoteric and paranormal/ parapsychology are solicited.
It has been seen and believed by the wise and the experienced ones that by being casual, lying, showing disrespect in some way, not showing enough empathy and laughing at the spirit world — can invite the wrath of the spirits for any individual. Unknowingly, if one challenges the spirit world, then the person should be prepared for any consequences that may shake up one’s life in some way or the other, in the long run. I remember Ipsita-di (High Priestess and Wiccan Brigade Chairperson, Ipsita Roy Chakraverti) trying to pacify the spirit of Mukta after the first spirit communication session during our Shillong expedition, when on seeing her growing aggression, we had to conceal my knowledge about Kathak dance.
I had heard about a similar real life situation, at some company showroom selling sewing machines and other electronic appliances, at a prime location in Kolkata. I go there on Saturday mornings, and spend 3.5 hours learning sewing and cutting. It had always remained an unfulfilled interest of mine to design and create my own outfits. So since the last monsoon, my wish is now getting manifested after I had purchased a high-end professional sewing machine. The back to back two classes there at the showroom, followed by another 3.5 hours drawing class closer to my home in the afternoon, at times become physically tiring in the hot and humid weather but nevertheless, the classes revive me. And Ipsita-di’s classes on two to three Sundays every month act like an icing on the cake! My weekends are usually hectic but add lot of value to my small inner world. I feel rejuvenated when I go to office on Monday mornings unless there are some major health hazards.
On one Saturday, while learning something new in the sewing class, I heard my teacher, Tanaya, a talented young girl who had been a knowledgeable guide for years, to her students (customers going to the showroom), asking me some questions regarding the paranormal world. I answered whatever I knew and have learnt till now. Then she suddenly asked me if could go with her and take a peep at the storeroom. I agreed.
It was a cold and shabby room with windows tightly shut and strewn with boxes. Naturally, the atmosphere was heavy and had a dampened smell. The adjoining room to it had some light switched on but it was difficult to go inside and take a look due to the boxes that were dumped all around. The moment I looked that way — a shudder ran through my entire frame. There was something eerie about it and I took out my mobile camera to click pictures. The light looked diffused and hazy. The other parts of the storeroom seemed fine except for that one section. I found it odd and felt uncomfortable. Tanaya led me back to my seat and asked me if I had sensed something. I shared my feelings. It was then she came out with the story:
About 10 to 12 years ago, one afternoon, a mechanic of this showroom was fatally hit by some police vehicle and was declared dead when rushed to the government hospital, just across the road. The exact time of the year remains unknown as Tanaya who was present during the incident could not recollect it. The last rites were done and the story was forgotten till some strange things started happening over the past two years during every spring. The staff members of the showroom — one by one — would meet with accidents and it would lead to heavy loss of blood in some form or the other. Not only this, Tanaya even said that there was another mechanic, Somnath who has now been practically turned into a pauper even though he is working in another branch showroom of the company. He had to shift his base from Kolkata to some village from where he commutes to his workplace on a daily basis. This intrigues me and I wanted to know more about him. This seemed to have some connection with the story that was long forgotten and maybe the trapped soul wanted his story to be shared with all of you, readers.
I asked her if there are any remains of the deceased mechanic in that adjoining room because the remains of the person would make his spirit reside in that section. She thought over it and nodded ‘yes’. A framed photo of the deceased individual remained hung on the wall till one day, it fell down when Somnath threw something inside and accidentally it had hit the framed photograph. He could not cross the boxes and the other materials dumped inside the adjoining room to the storeroom and restore the photograph back on the wall. Never could he think that his casual attitude to the entire episode could pose a threat to his financial stability in his immediate future, and within a few days’ time it would make him leave this showroom forever.
The accident that took place in February 2018 had reminded Tanaya of the 10–12 years old incident. None of her students (I was away for my Shillong psychic expedition) were there in class that day and the staff was gearing up to wrap up early for the day. It was a Saturday, and a mechanic working in the showroom was about to leave after the shutter was pulled down, between 2:00 and 3:00 pm. He was hit by a big vehicle, and was bleeding in the same way when he was rushed to the same government hospital where the other mechanic had been taken to, many years ago before he had finally passed over to the other dimension. Tanaya — who instantly got reminded of the old story — was accompanied by another staff member, and thankfully this mechanic survived. Another accident had happened exactly a year ago, again on a Saturday noon/afternoon. This time, another mechanic met with a severe accident. While pulling down the shutter, it fell down on his fingers resulting in heavy bleeding.
The strangest part was that both the accidents had happened on Saturdays probably during baarbela. Eastern Indian astrology describe this time of noon transiting into the afternoon of a Saturday as inauspicious. Probably, this is a time when auspicious deeds are carefully avoided in most of the Bengali households. I remember meeting with a weird car accident in 2016 while going from Quest to Au Bon Pain, Park Street outlet on a Saturday, at around 1:30 pm. We all have heard about the witching hour or the devil’s hour when the spirit world comes alive and we at times find ourselves suddenly waking up for no reason. It is believed that paranormal activities take place during that time of the night. Similarly, I myself have seen and heard from a many that during the time between 12 noon and 4 pm, especially on Saturdays, one has witnessed unnatural things happening — something that has got no explanations.
The framed photograph still lies there — unattended — amidst the piled up mess in that adjoining room. It needs to be restored back on the wall or be given to one of the elements. Not all did or would believe the link of these strange accidents to the old forgotten story but it seems that this unresolved issue needs to be redressed esoterically else for no reason, this episode of bloodshed may lead to another in the next springtime too! Who knows!
