The unfiled note

11th February 2014
01:45 am

I was having a brief look at every channel, the button on the remote was sinking every now and then I pressed. Suddenly a blink on my phone stated a ‘whatsapp’ message from an old friend. I had to put the ‘flipping channel business’ into forbearance and it unintentionally stopped where a Hindi horror film was tele-casting. After I replied a text, I set my eyes on the television.

‘SHIT’ I uttered. A woman with grey hair and multi colored eye was gaping at me. My throat was too dry to swallow my fear. I was unable change, operate or unset anything. I hastily reached the point and unplugged the wires. I couldn’t catch my breath, I felt like I just had a halt after running a mile or two. I thought a glass of water could calm my chaos from within, I emptied the half liter bottle and I had to recline as I was too tired after a day’ work, I don’t have a habit of sleeping with the light on so I recklessly stretched my arm for the switch, time too unfavorable Bipsy (my dog) started growling. Things seemed too connected, one after another awful episodes with an appropriate timing made my heart beat faster. I still don’t know if the entire night was an illusion, hallucination or just my perception, I could hear a rough drag of feet, maybe Bipsy was barking at that ‘someone’ (it could be a ghost, a thief, a murderer, damn it! It could be anyone) I started wondering. I was too afraid to check my phone which’s always found under the pillow least at night. I kept on uttering ‘our father in heaven…………’ A voice in my head said turn on the light; another devilish conscience No, No, No, don’t. A helpless situation with a crappy dilemma..

I was hundred and ten percent sure that I’d die that ominous night, either I’d be killed or I’d die a natural death accompanied by a panic anxiety attack or a heart attack.

My sympathetic nervous system was activated and had no clue of appeasement. I was seriously praying for a pacification to interrupt and ice the total circumstance. The wind was whistling outside and a sharp shattering sound of my room’s breaking window was clear to understand that the only hindrance between me and the unidentified subject outside is no longer abridging me.

The black blood damped hand was by the broken pane. Damn it! I was literally spooked; I turned the light on and wore my specks to clear my blurry vision. The current of the air was too strong and with the rapid motion my alternative visibility cracked on the floor. And I don’t know what happened after that, I felt a huge lightening on my forehead and it slowly darkened into micro dots like mist in the atmosphere. My body loosened at a snail’s pace and my lid turned heavier and was nauseous, after that I fell on the arms of the earth.

Everything was dark, calm and cozy, perhaps that was the first time I got unconscious, ever! I was awakened with a loud bark again, I felt goose bumps on my antibrachium, it was too cold, I stood up to grab my pullover which was lying on my bed.

‘Ouch’ my body was aching, like a cramp we get after a first day’ workout. I was supported horizontally on the floor for four hours. The sky was preparing for a dawn, the breeze was quite tantalizing and I could forget everything for an instance but what happened the previous night was Irrevocable and genuinely paranormal.

I don’t remember much.
Had to unfile the note!

When he arrived, everyone stopped talking…

In a pub everyone was drinking and people were already under the influence of a strong drink, few who were tipsy were dancing in a recent hit trying to forget their strains of life. While intoxicated, many groups who weren’t on the floor started talking about the heinous crime which occurred a week ago, repeating their shots of Magic Moments.

I’ll briefly sum up the story which is lingering on my mind after hearing many unattended yet audible conversations, ‘a young man of 27 who looked amiable, brutally murdered a woman of 30 for reasons unknown.’ That’s what I constantly heard that evening. I was on a sting operation, trying to get sober to find the accused hidden somewhere behind a mask. A mole on his chin was a prudential identity. Few law enforcers were trying to investigate the case, ready to slap 302 of Indian Penal Code. Wanted posters were glued on the entire stretch of the town and reasonably, absconding Kancha was incanted by everyone in the hamlet. The pub was too synchronizing the vibrations of Kancha along with the beat.

In the other side, couples were drenched in alcohol hence in the dance floor rhythmically swaying their hips along with the beats. I don’t know but I had an assumption of Kancha’s psychological obsession towards homicides. But it could be anything, personal enmity, revenge, anything! Four days after 23rd June we heard that the manslayer was seen in the outskirt with a sharp knife like, blood stained weapon in his hand. The houses made out of mud’s aren’t strong in busties; that’s when I made a call to the Police, for immediate investigation and for a troop of village-police for public’s safety.

But He (Kancha) randomly appeared in an anonymous place and before the intellectuals reached the spot he used to vanish like an invisible beast that would possibly be sitting on the edgy branch of a tree, with his feet hung, moving forward and backward and having a gala time beholding the perplexed constables. ‘He is a fearless man’ everyone said.

The evening in the pub was 15th July, 23rd day after the murder and few days after many attempts to murder, the noisy uninteresting genre of music and drunkards pretending to dance was annoying me in a literal manner. I continued with my role in the bar, more than the operation I was there as an inquisitive observer. An amiable man with a mole on his cheek was holding a can beer, standing against the pillar, in the corner of the bar. I was confident that I traced kancha, the hidden camera on my dress was capturing every move in the arena and before I could utter a code-word to call my team, the loudest music suddenly stopped and I saw few sparks of fire glittering down the wire, like someone quickly chopped it off with a blade or knife.

The light was already dim to understand the chaos occurred 4-5 yards away, few stroke of glimmering disco light hit the object, damn it!! it was a blood damped knife, another stroke of purple light on his face, amiable man with a mole on his cheek was there. Weapon replaced the can beer now. Someone was to be guillotined there.

He trudged towards the dance floor and when he arrived there, everyone stopped talking……………

Back in the nest

Studies suggest that emerging economies of parents’ homeland may encourage the children to make a frugal investment. Studying in big cities has become a tradition for the young and aspiring ones from the hills. But will one be rooted out forever? It is perhaps the biggest question to ponder upon. Proximity is the best word to describe the homecomings, they want to develop or progress their own town (small though) rather than developing the knowledge acquired places. Helping the people of geographically related areas is what the adolescence wail with the maturity of thoughts.

On the other side there are awful set of problems or challenges that the returnees suffered, ranging from linguistic barriers to the inability to find jobs. One may even feel like they’re on a roller coaster—one minute excited to be home and proud to share all they’ve learned, and the next bored or frustrated and feeling out of sync with those people who have always been closest to them. Having ups and downs is common and being able to think optimistically about what one have learned outside not only help them feel better as they process their feelings about coming home, but it can also help them articulate how different they are to family, friends, teachers, mentors and current and potential employers of the hills.

Experienced often explains ‘coming home is tremendously more stressful and difficult than leaving home. Employees also experience unmet expectations and adjustments. They are a different person professionally. Many complain the organization doesn’t value or make use of their qualitative experience. They may offer no formal recognition of one’s contribution or invite them to share what they’ve learnt. They often get stuck in a job where the organizations feel they are not growing. They may have missed the opportunities for promotion while they were out of sight and out of mind. The reenters probably feel a profound sense of professional loneliness which makes them wonder about working with the like minded people of their own small nest. There are indeed many people who’ve started working in Kalimpong, Darjeeling and Sikkim after completion of their studies in cosmopolitan cities. Their respond or reaction to the ‘returning home’ scenario is- they had left home in their teens where involvement and influence of their friends were of higher priority, steadily the maturation of thoughts and mind along with their age made them responsible enough to think about the parent-child relationship where returning home is mandatorily possible. Workers or reenters of widened district of Darjeeling and Sikkim on the other hand are satisfied with what they earn whereas parents seem to be happier than staying isolated The environment of the birth place of the outgoing students always remain ever lingering and the emotional bond towards their native make them develop the place by putting the knowledge acquired into practice, like wise we can see many interior designers, engineers, business tycoons, etc working in the hills after having inherited from the cities.

Starting a job at the initial stage seems arduous than imagined, gaining proficiency is certainly a matter of gradual process. The reenters feel blessed to be back at their place and work without concerning about the pay they receive. Some returnees feel wrenched and stressed realizing the fact that their quality wasn’t counted worth but accepting the assertion, they move on and work back at their belonging natal land which people may perceive to be brilliant in practice and considering few things the common populace have to return back to their nest and returning is not an embarrassment it is perhaps an opportunity to develop the birthplace

The counterfeit of studying in cities have different circumstances sometimes. A society doesn’t send a child to other places like Delhi, Bangalore, Pune or Chennai without giving a second thought, as mentioned, the time students wind up with their ISC or CBSE they’re probably at their enthusiastic teens and the preferences opted are naturally friends and forsaking the class mates are seriously perceived as a sin.

No ‘body’ wants to be a victim in an alien’s place and no one wants to be another Nido Tania or Richard Loitam. Going outside with a dream is easily stabbed into fragments today, why live a petrified life when we can enjoy our bachelors’ at our own place? It is as thoughtful as “ABC and D” but what requires in the list of hills goes on and on. The career has widened to a weird extent that the hills fail to provide, for example students of this generation wants to pursue fashion designing, clinical psychology, mass communication, engineering, etc as their degree but the hindrances here are a lack of such institutions and organizations. The authorities could grasp the reasons for children leaving a place best compared as a paradise and flying to cities where the migrant stands aloof and a social relationship reflected there is in a minimum degree. Had the authorization developed the hills educationally and considered adding the courses as the prerequisite or a compulsion, the scenario of scholars going to the neighboring state would never come into practice. Moreover the fluctuating political affairs in the hills are directly or indirectly compelling the icons to walk off or follow an ism of escape. The social life too gets curtailed as language becomes a barrier when one opts for a place in southern part of India. Linguistic is not only a thing that hinders but cultural, political, economical as well as culinary differences have to be tackled.

Now sketching the problems faced in Bangalore, Chennai and Pune, rewinding back to 2011 where huge issue occurred concerning the north eastern citizenships in the south where our people had to flee immediately for the hoaxes heard. Totally unrelated but corruption enters in a chaotic situation as such. When interviewed, Abhinandhan Pradhan said “I had to spend 10,000 k’ to get back home safe, luckily I got a cheaper ticket for the fateful moment as the cost of an one way air ticket from Bangalore to Dimapur reached 40,000 k’ (approximately) I could rather reach Dubai with that amount.” We’d be shielded if the government had given us the similar facilities which other states have been giving. That could positively persuade the upcoming batches to stay back and study their dream subject in Sikkim and Darjeeling. Referring the political agenda as staggered as a wave the un-voiced students silently wishes it to remain stagnant, for another peculiar episode could change their future forever.

Addition likeness, if the case politics is equal to the students moving in to other states for acquiring their qualification, then who will hold the future in the hills? Is hand full of doctors, engineers, technicians, lawyers and reporters sufficient in the entire space here? Unbiased to everything, the indigent support aren’t yet reaching the needy’ hand; is it still worth waiting for? If the perception is affirmative then a day will come when the population decreases to a minimum number and the remaining shall only be trees.

A disadvantage of working in other cities is- people always discern the employees with the region they belong to and favor the one with the same region, which would sometimes be very difficult for the performer to be glued at one particular job, a racial discrimination might pop in and a simplicity-personified character can become victimized. To avoid the arduousness facing by the people who are not in the hills, the concerned heads should at least try to resolve the expanding problems from the initial stage and create a working space and environment with multiple opportunities by establishing an appropriate career based institutions.

Nisha Chettri