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Wednesday, May 21, 2008

from the past to the present and back

I know it does not sound very interesting when i say that I love her. And it still is not interesting when i say that she loves me too. but then again, if you people knew me, as in really knew me, then you would sit back and take notice now. as in right now. because i happen to be a ghost. yes a ghost. not the fanged, horrible, blood thirsty gruesome creatures that you humans picture us, but yet a ghost...


i saw her in her backyard. reading under the mango tree. you wouldnt call her pretty. but you would certainly call her beautiful. decribing her would be futile. as i am not very good with words. but the thing is, i fell in love with her as i sat looking at her. we ghosts as you humans think, cannot become nvisible. but we can do a lot of other things. we are shape lifters. i can be a tree, a butterfly, an earthworm, a bird a snake...anything natural, anything with life...except ofcourse the human form. but we cannot forever dwell in these...as they say, we need to move on...


i do not have a past. no ghosts have. as soon as we are dead, our memories are wiped clean...we have no recollection of what we were, or where we were from...we are souls...with no memories. we roam around everywhere. in fact there are mosre ghosts than there are live people. but of course you will not know that. because you i presume is right now a walking talking breathing living human. but if you were slightly careful when you walked down close-to-empty streets, or sat under a tree, you would save us a lot of trouble. i for instance have been walked right into countless times. not that it matters much to us, but you admit that it is a bit odd when you find people walking right through you. sometimes, the more sensitive human-i must admit these are very few, do sense something when this happens. i've heard that walking into a ghost gives you a tickle in your neck. i dont know how this works, but that is how it works. but of course you humans would surely dismiss this. and consider this piece of trivia utter trash. sigh!

anyway, so i was on one of my shape lifting, shape hoppin moods one day. i became a grasshopper first. i thought it would be nice to go hop hop hop. but it was very tiring. i dont know if all grasshoppers are like that, but the one i happend to pick was unbelievably frisky. so i left it and became a blade of grass. i like green colour, in case you are wondering baout my choice. but being a grass is faced with a lot of risks. there are all kinds of bugs and insects around and they start eating you. again, it does not matter to me, as i cant die again you see, but you always tend to gasp in horror when an insect starts nibbling you.

so i decided. no more playing with risks. i'l be a flower. i wanted to be a diffrent flower. the kind no one notices and no one plucks. so i became this small yellow flower. mukkootti its called-but this i came to know later. so in anycase, mukkootti i became. but it was not long before i found myself being plucked. i groaned in dismay. so much for my big plans.

but the fingers that plucked me were gentle. i looked into the face that had spolied my plans. i couldn see the face properly, because she was carelessly twirling me in her fingers and looking the other way. but then she turned and looked straight at me and i swooned. she was so breathtakingly beautiful and i fell in love with her immediately.

it is not unheard of ghosts to fall in love. but i admit it is very rare. ghosts have no present past or future, we dwell in someone's past, someone's present and are sometimes someone's future. we never make choices. those are already made. by the seasons that change, winds that blow and rains that fall. we thus move on suddenly, without even us knowing and end up in a place, very different from the one we were used to. this constant change and our almost complete disdain for the human race stand in our way of falling in love with humans. but then you might have heard the term marriages made in heaven..well they did not come into being suddenly. some ghosts fall in love with fellow ghosts and become one-as in they become just start moving on together, forever.

and so i might be the first ghost in history to fall in love with a human. and to be loved back too. for i knew the girl loved mukkooti flowers and i loved her anyway...so isn this a perfect love story?

24 comments:

Kichu & Chinnu said...

Hi Vrindakutti...loved this piece...but think the end was a bit too abrupt...as if the ghost applied a suddenbreak:)wish the story had gone on a bit more...shall I hope for a sequel?...would love to know the developments in the ghost love story, since love stories are in itself interesting, and when there's a ghost involved in it..even more so..you know what i mean...

vrinda said...

@ chinnu and kichu

comment at last :) i thought this was one lame piece the first thing..i really wanted this theme to be BIG. but lost heart mid way, and came up with this...let me see about the sequel bit :)

Vinitha said...

hey even me wished the story moved on...so lovely..sorrie if i din comment on ur earlier posts...loved 'em all..
tis entry in particular is sweet...awww...c'mmon..u shld continue on..

vrinda said...

@ vini

thanks for coming back...if i can write more, i will :) as of now am not sure

Matangi Mawley said...

tht was such a sweet post! beautiful!

Abhinav Viswambharan said...

The very concept of ghost seems to arouse a negative feeling in the hearts of many, but the way you portrayed the emotions of a ghost, is something worth appreciation.

You have a gifted ability of thinking out of the box. Keep thinking and keep putting your thoughts into this space. :)

vrinda said...

@ matangi

thank u :)

vrinda said...

@ abhinav

i am scared of ghosts. though i dunno if they r for real or not. but then i thot, wat if they were...

p.s the inspiration for this came while i was watching an old malayalam classic movie-"Bhargavi Nilayam" which in turn was inspired by Vaikom Mohd Basheers short story "neela Velicham"

Shweta said...

Basheer's story. hmm... must be interesting. i wonder if the translation is available.

about your post. i am glad that you wrote something. used to check this space regularly. so.. yay! :)
i love the way this one is narrated. its almost like i am sitting with the ghost and listening to him talk. but yes, the end does seem a little abrupt.

anyway, the idea of a ghost with no memory is new... as far as i am concerned. and the 'shape lifter' thing is beautiful. and specially the way it has been put. :)

eagerly waiting for the next post. sequel or not.

love.
kinda miss you people. sigh.

James Michael said...

hey vrinda,
why don't you contribute one of your stuff to the writers' collective?
James.

vrinda said...

@ shweta

i haven read basheers work yet. i have jst seen the movie. will chk if a translation is available n get one for u if possible..

n glad i could come up with smth, and dint disappoint u too :)

missin u all terribly

vrinda said...

@ james
not tht am averse to contributing, except tht i am a very space specific person and i enjoy my blogspace here..

amritha said...

interesting story. i like your style.

vrinda said...

@amrita

thank u :)

MAN IN PAINTING said...

good post.Simple style.Good plot.Fine execution.
Expecting more.
Visit MAN IN PAINTING.

vrinda said...

@ man in painting

visited ur blog...u r too gud :)

thanks for liking my post :) keep coming by :)

Ajay said...

Nice Post Vrinda :). YOu know what - This could really be foolish, but that in mind, - You could try writing some songs you knw. :D

And btw,

What would happen to a ghost which turned into a blade of grass and in turn got eaten by a bug , i wonder ! :P

Ajay said...

Nice Post Vrinda :). YOu know what - This suggestion could really be foolish, with that kept in mind, - You could try writing some songs you knw. :D

And btw,

What would happen to a ghost which turned into a blade of grass and in turn got eaten by a bug , i wonder ! :P

vrinda said...

@ajay

songs??:D i'l be a shame to song writers if i do tht :)


and btw, ghosts cant die again..so if the blade of grass is eaten by a bug, the ghost has two options, he/she either takes the form of a bug, or it just acquires another shape before being gobbled up completely :D

hope tht satisfies ur curiosity :D

Anonymous said...

:)The theme....very nice...

narration...expected more ...am not telling the quantity..but i felt it started like a story...in between u missed smthing...still ...very nice...:)

i love to read u more...

Ammu said...

:)The theme....very nice...

narration...expected more ...am not telling the quantity..but i felt it started like a story...in between u missed smthing...still ...very nice...:)

i love to read u more...

vrinda said...

@ammu

u may be right..even to me it feels as if i've lost heart somewhere..will take care not to do so in future..pls do keep coming back :)

suji said...

it did gave me a tickle in my neck as i read along.. "shapelifters"..it really did..
i fell in love with ths ghost as well..second one in d history? thanks vrinde..:-)

vrinda said...

@suji

there now! u mite just have passed thru a poor old ghost now!! *chuckle*