Be aware of the black cat crossing your path, it reckons to be unlucky for you!! Splitting of milk can bring bad luck! There are witches and warlocks who can cast a spell on you and compel you to respond mechanically to their nevertheless dark desires. Do you dare to go on a promenade around the spooky villa at the end of the boulevard on a new moon night?
Isn’t the eerie silence of the moonlit night with the howling of the jackals at intervals a source of consternation for you? Or the chill that runs down your spine when you hear someone narrating a story of the spirits which hold a tryst every night under the pine trees. Ever felt Thanatos (The Greek God of Death) claw at your heart and then occurrence of serendipity rescues you? The clouds suddenly appear to eclipse the queen of the night sky. A presence of someone beside you is felt. You look around, who’s there? Nobody! You move towards the balcony crossing a belle (a beautiful woman)…in the mirror…? Yet when you walk back to the mirror you find none, but yourself. Laughing at your self, as you turn around you freeze. A lady stares at your face. Her pulchritude fascinates you. Unlike the horror movies she is not a wraith with pale skin, hollow eyes with a predatory look or not at all a corpse like creature but feels like a complete mortal. You yen to touch her, to confirm that she is not a part of your dream. Suddenly, she evaporates into the thin air and your ears ring with her grotesque laughter. Cold drops of perspiration gather on your forehead as you discover, to your inexpressible horror, the very object of your pursuit, the unknown. Her mysterious reoccurrence as mist casts an incantation upon you. She walks towards the spacious openness of the balcony bathed in silvery moon beams. Her hypnotic power draws you towards her. You see a wonderstruck young man following her and she floats out into the air holding his hand. The man disappears from the balcony and falls into the dark womb of the valley, his heart clenching screams echoes in your ears. I still remain there in my own solitary room, my body having been lost in the unfathomable depths of the forest valley. I feel lonely at times, not a crumb of companionship in my life. The lady has floated away in the air, she came quietly and simply, on tiptoe leaving me behind in seclusion and my soul trapped in the darkness and silent of the eternal night. Do you want to give me a visit? Can anyone help me to discover myself from a shackled state to a long desired flight of my soul? I am sure it creates a vicarious thrill if not fear amongst many of you and arouses a keenness to unearth the truth about my existence.
In Shakespeare’s words;
“The night has been unruly: where we lay,
Our chimneys were blown down; and, as they say,
Lamentings heard i’ the air; strange screams of death,
And prophesying with accents terrible
Of dire combustion and confused events
New hatch’d to the woeful time: the obscure bird
Clamour’d the livelong night: some say, the earth
Was feverous and did shake..”—- Macbeth
Does this power of the invisible dark wishes ever fascinate you? A power whose invisibility hides a secret and unimaginable strength. A power, unnameable and unknown whose presence sparks fear in the minds of the sinners of the night. That insatiable thirst and hunger to rule with nobody to interrogate you? Let those who hunt feel the fear of being haunted! The existence of such power is incredulous to a vast majority of the populace yet there remains no dearth of those who not only believe in their existence but have been fortuitous enough to face occurrences which were beyond their realm of reasoning and scientific understanding. Yet this cannot be an excuse for certain sections of our society to resort to illogical practices that insult human intelligence. Unawareness, illiteracy, ignorance still rules over a vast domain of our country hence giving rise to tyranny caused by the whirlpool of superstitions. These believes often leaves the scientific, rational man in a state of bemusement and thus they still exist with a dominance in the “educated” society. A man has a major accident on a Tuesday which leaves him with a profound conclusion that traveling on Tuesdays can bring ill-luck to him. At other times you are about to step out of your home when a wizened maid can make your journey rather difficult with a single sneeze of her. You try to develop an explanation for the misfortune that has suddenly struck, attempting to know the incomprehensible will of God. Ridiculous yet alluring, and we often follow these practices with blind eyes and vacuity. Most people’s lives are a series of strange coincidences which spring from uncontrollable impulses and give rise to incomprehensible justifications. Let’s leave aside the artful astrologers out of the scene who often milk the fear of the individuals with the most lucrative consequences. Nobody can deny that the wily weirdoes sitting at the corner of the streets with a paraphernalia of necessary things and a woebegone parrot in a cage has been used by unscrupulous individuals to insult the trust of an umpteen number of vulnerable individuals who think that a particular stone or an amulet can decide our destiny and help us to become a wunderkind.
We are each of us our own chiaroscuro, our own bit of illusion fighting to emerge into something solid, something bona fide and our journey for the inexplicable is ever lasting. Life is a balanced system of learning and evolution, thus make usage of proper discretion to judge a situation and don’t fall prey to any such fallacious myths and pretentious soothsayer.