Revenge

That fat boy, Nitin Agarwal, used to bully with me untill i decided to do
something about it.
Just as we had visited the cemetry (Read Previous Post) my mind was asking for more, and
this time it was personal intention.
We used to have Optional Kathak Classes in St James in those days.
I was having ghungroo's for practice!!
I called upon my gang and floated my idea...







Bang, the Vampires agreed for that, and not even Suharsh, the studious of us all, denied one iota for it, scoundrel!!
Next morning, as usual, our bus reached earlier than other buses.
Our school has a huge playground and a small space behind the buildings, usually no one goes there and
neither was any one allowed. Kritashva was more friendly amongst us,and he volunteered to fetch Nitin
closer to the wall behind which we stood waiting for our prey..
As he came with Nitin, I started clinging ghungroos as if someone was walking wearing them..
Kritashva made it more pronounced by telling him a story of somebody murdered few years ago at that place.
My revenge was on right track, Nitin started to panic.. He ran away screaming Ayaji...Ayaji...
We thought Ayaji would console Nitin that there is nothing such as ghost or something but things took a turn
for worst.
As Nitin ran away, Kritashva, who proved to be more daring, put a sliced lemon, red cloth and sindur at the
same place, the idiot has left no stone unturned from our asses being chopped.
Ayaji with her 6'3" husband came rushing.. Slowly and steadily the whole school began to collect there as Assembly
was just about to begin.
No one should touch it - - Ayaji screamed. Now as we three were hiding behind the corner, had to come out
from it, we took the longer route, near the rear toilets and joined the lot, expressing fear and appreciating
our success. My heart was not normal untill i reached home and secured the ghungroos.

The Kabristan

It was July of 1992; the new academic session had just begun.
As always, he was performing among top best of the class. At the end of
first term exams as we were shown the copies of our toils and spoils, he was
filled with joy of achievement.
Suharsh was becoming a top eye catcher of the class. Although a bit short on height, but fairish somewhat, he was admired by the both the sexes of the class.
Our Gang of four, Kritashva Verma, Puneet Pathak, Suharsh Dixit and I, were very happy in ourselves. Kritashva, a jack of all, Puneet, too long to analyze in one go, Suharsh showing his newly acquired knowledge of desi slangs, and me, used to meet regularly in the park adjacent to my house.

For the age of students of class vi we were quite curious and explorative.
One day, as we were gossipping about ghosts and witches, we got the idea of exploring a kabristan(graveyard) nearby for its haunted guavas.
A suitable date was decided and we went off for the trip.
Hiding from the gatekeeper and passers of road, we jumped in one by one..
kritashva been more ecstatic, pounced upon a loaded branch. Plucking one each we came out and suddenly someone screamed...
Tum Log kya kar rahe ho? (What you people are up to?)
We were not in a position of looking back for the source of voice..
We ran away at the maiximum of our speeds.
There was a Teela (a hillock) nearby which had some devastated buildings. We stopped
on the grassy meadow and looked back.. No one was there. Now what was to be done
of the guavas. It was our victory against the dark powers and we were going to
celebrate it..