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Date: Wed, 17 Feb 2010 19:24:17 +0530
From: Pandu Lampiao <pan...@gmail.com
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Subject: [Goanet] Of Coffins and death announcements.....
Reading Pandu's above post reminded me of an incident that happened during the
mid seventies, while I was in college in Bombay. I lived in the Goan Society
bldg at Tadwadi, as usual we had a lots of Clubs in the building and we had ours
on the first floor while I lived on the fifth floor and I had this habit of
always having a look in our club while I came into the building or as I was
leaving, those day we did not have a lift.
If legs and hands falling out of a coffin is were enough to make Padu's mouth go
dry wait till you read this. A dead man walking.
We had a member in our club for a long time, during his sea working days, who
was from Betul, during one of his visits to Bombay after retirement, one night
after dinner, he put his dentures in a glass and kept the glass on the grinding
stone (fatoer) and went out for a stroll around 9 PM, probably might have gone
to visit some Auntie's joint around Sonapur, nobody realized he was missing and
as customary the lights were switched off at 10, it was only in the morning the
next day that people started getting worried as the dentures were still on the
grinding stone and the person was missing. In evening our Club members started a
search for him, calling and visiting all his relatives and places he frequented
but surprisingly no one saw him that night, late in the evening we logged a
police complaint of the missing person, It was getting serious and questions
were popping up in all directions with different magnitudes and we were running
out of answers. As is common practice some of our members became suspects and
soon rumors started making their rounds, that some of club members killed him
and put him in the gutter. After all the pains and trouble we went through for
the search of this person we were very much disappointed with the reception.
As days and weeks passed we had covered all the hospitals and mortuaries but to
no avail, finally after a month or so the son and his wife lost hope and went
home with the dentures, which were then buried in the cemetery, this was
confirmed by a resident of that village, it must be the only funeral where
dentures where buried for the person as his mortal remains. I still have my
doubts about this but most people say it's ture.
All this happened in June, six months later as usual after playing carom in the
Club I was proceeding for my basketball practice, kitbag on my shoulders, as I
was walking, I had this habit of taking far away glance to see if any familiar
young ladies coming my way so that I could be walk straight with my chest out to
impress them but on this particular day my glance had an utterly adverse effect
on me, I suddenly felt like a deflated balloon, a bit weak in the knees, was
stunned more than scared, there is very little that scares me and ghosts are
certainly not on that list, I do not believe in ghosts, a couple of
unexplainable phenomena's I have experienced, but ghost ? Nhey !!!!!
The man who was suppose to be dead six months back was walking towards me, this
guy was very fair but now he looked very very fair and very pale too, for a
moment I looked at his feet, as I had head those funny stories that ghosts have
their feet 180 degrees to the normal, but legs were fine, so I reversed my self
to the Club, called all the guys to the window and said "Hi guys look what we
have on the menu for tonight" when they saw him, all were stunned, one guy went
straight into the toilet and just wouldn't come out, probably he was suffering
from ghost-o-phobia !!
As he entered the club, we did not know what to ask him, gave him tea and then
the questions started pouring, apparently while on a stroll he was knocked down
by a cab and since then, he was in coma for more than six months at the GT
hospital next to St. Xavier's School near Crowford market, we had covered all
the hospitals and his photographs had appeared on all the Bombay news papers but
surprisingly nobody noticed. This is a true fact as it happened, his immediate
family members were informed and called to Bombay and after all the legal
hassles he was finally taken to Goa, he was around 70 years of age at that time.
Six months later at the end of May while plucking cashews from a tree near his
house, he fell and died but this time was probably buried minus his dentures !
What say Pandu ?
Freddy Agnelo Fernandes
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