Apparently, I have been
staying in a ghost house. I did not know. My roommates did not know. The owner,
the neighbours, or other loving people around either did not know or did not
reveal that there was a possibility for us to meet a post-human if we were
staying at this house.
All of these became
significant only during the last week of our stay at this place. Thanks to
corporate greed driven climate change that gifted us a troublesome heat filled
summer, and thanks to unplanned house construction that gave us a lot of light
and little of wind during the day time, we were living in a ho-hum incinerator.
This heat led to a lot of problems among us like increase in night rides and lack
of sleep, which further led to increase in consumption of junk food, resulting
in an increased production of flatus, further increasing the pace of climate
change, we decided that enough is enough, and started looking for a house with
better ventilation and less heat.
It did not take us much
time to find a house, like it and start dreaming it as our next rented abode.
The landholder was a gentleman and the lady was also nice, and we decided that
we would move out by the end of this month. This was in the beginning of March,
when heat had started affecting our lives as much as the other heat affected us
in our adolescence.
For the past 6 months
we have been staying here as happy roommates. Ashi, BC, Diego and Me. Four
people who have lived four different lives and experienced different people in
different places had as diverse opinions as four people could have. There were
conservatives among us, like BC, whose views were totally different from mine,
and the other two people’s opinions were in between ours. This was a good setup
as all discussions ended up in debates and all of us got to know that our own
experiences and opinions aren’t the only opinions available.
Coming from a protected
unwalled liberal zoological garden of a university, it was easy for me to
discard the opinions in the other side as fringe and not worthy of noticing.
Then after college, when I had to join the society as it is known, I had to
meet much more people who made me doubt that I was the fringe one. As we found
each other as roommates here, I got to understand that the opinions and political
stances were as diverse as the number of people we get to meet. But this did
not stop me from my college given habit of sidelining those extreme views. But I realized soon that this was not the case
as I was faced with my inability to answer pointed questions from the side. I
started to listening to BC in order to grasp what goes into their mind, and
inevitably failed.
What do I know about
religion and spirituality? Nothing. I only have the atheistic rhetorics that I
have been using all my college life. He had the religious rhetoric that he used
all his life. He was not religious, I should point out. But the rhetorics seldom
were dissimilar to those given by a staunch believer. He would look down upon
my lack of spirituality and I would look down upon his interest in it.
I knew that he would
gel well with the neighbours, with as strong belief in being conservative as he
has. Even the neighbouring kids came to our house and sensed negativity in this
house. I joked it was because of me being filled with negative non spirituality
and they just laughed.
In the 6 months that we
were roommates, all of us had our happiness, sadness, non emotions, emotions, frustrations,
interferences, let downs, celebrations and little nothings all of which we
either enjoyed or survived. Dreams, nightmares, reality, and fantasy came into
our conversation as we discussed our future plans and past coincidences as we
lived through day by day.
We noticed strange
coincidences and correlations like how when BC goes out, it inevitably rains,
if it is in the monsoon season. When the water supply guy fails to come to our
house, if and only if Ashi calls him and asks him, or scold him will he bring
water to our doorstep. That Diego with his non local accent, could get anything
from the neighbours, and would inevitably get beaten up in one stationary or
another one day. I fail to keep my head straight when drunk was something that
I found out when I was living here.
Life passed by fast and
then summer came. We realized how difficult it was going to be in the first few
days of summer. Ashi shifted to his own house due to lack of sleep. BC failed
to sleep well and started taking short walks at night. When asleep, he started
dreaming that people are attacking him, or killing him. To not have to face the
heat, I dragged one of them for rides every single night. All these
frustrations started affecting Diego too.
One day BC filled up
around 10 buckets of water and watered the terrace in order for it to cool down
and give us colder wind when we put on the fan. It did not work. Taking bath
right before sleeping did not work too as we remained sleepless, but a bit
fresher. Heads became heavier. Pockets became lighter. Dreams became
nightmares. Debates became wild. None of us made sense to any of us anymore.
Then one day, when we
were walking around, we saw a board which said a house was available on rent.
It did not take us much time to decide that it was a good option. We called our
landlady and told her that we would be moving by the end of March as the heat
was unbearable. She laughed. We had thought that this would be an unexpected blow
for her as she was not that well off. Her laughing made us a bit relieved and
much less guilty.
We gave the new
landlord two month’s rent as advance and made it official. Prospective renters
came to the house, looked around and went back. It became a routine for about 2
weeks. Then suddenly it stopped. We wondered why, but did not bother much to
think about the reasons. We were going to start living in the new house in less
than a week. It was exciting.
One day, when I was
going out, I met our neighbor uncle. I smiled, and he smiled back. And as my
bike was moving, he asked, “ Can I ask you something?” I nodded politely. He
asked, “ Why are you moving out?”
“Heat.” , I said.
“There is nothing else,
right?”
Thinking that he would
have felt bad about something he thought he had done, I said reassuringly, “No.
Just the heat.”
“ You don’t hear or see
someone walking around at night, do you?”
“No. Why?”
“What about nightmares?”
I said no to even that,
and then asked why he was asking all these.
“The thing is,” he
said, “someone I know asked me to ask you why you were moving all of a sudden.
None of the renters here have stayed as long as you people have. All of them
have said some story like this or the other.” I laughed, and said we had experienced
nothing like that as I went.
I told Diego all these
as I returned. He shared the laugh. But then I started thinking, why didn’t
they tell us if they had already known it. It also made sense why the children
could sense the negativity. When you hear something, it was easy to spot it,
especially when they are children. Then I told that we should tell BC and it
would be a fun to watch. We decided to see whether he would spot some
negativity, or that he would see nightmares, or if he would see someone at
night walking around.
I was not present when
Diego told BC about what the neighbor guy had said. I asked what his reply was.
“Check if him, or someone close to him, are renting this house in the future. I
believe he is creating this story in order to avoid prospective renters.”
I hope I will be able
to leave the ghost of my judging present in this ghost house.