When in Jog, I heard two ghost stories as can be heard in most Ghat regions. A place called Mavinagundi at the start of the Ghat. And a spot of many accidents and deaths. And, of course, said to be the haunt of many ghosts. A car driver who feared travelling the route at nights, had to go on that road one day at night. After some time, he saw a woman waving for lift. He stopped, fearing. She climbed behind him. After some time, he turned back only to see a headless body sitting behind him. In his fear, he drove very fast without looking back, reached home, stopped the car and ran inside only coming out the next day with fever.The car driver's friend, who also came on that route alone one night, started hearing conversations from the back seat of his car. Some times the talk was muffled, some times louder. He too drove his car in a frenzy without once looking back and reached home only to wake up the next morning with fever. The locals don't travel that route alone at night, they either take someone with them or travel with other vehicles. Our driver said he was not afraid when he came to pick us up because of the presence of children (us) in his car.You may believe it or not...
'Caught in a strange land in a net with other butterflies, I'm a caterpillar yet undecided to remain a caterpillar and perish or turn into a beautiful butterfly and live a life full of joy.' Readers don't laugh. But I came up with this one night recently when I was travelling in a train. I tossed and turned, not being able to sleep, upset over unexplainable things and frustrated over events not in my control. Then it occurred to me that our life and its usefulness depends on our decisions -- whether to remain a crawling caterpillar whose existence otherwise is either ignored by all and sundry or who is cursed for just being there and thrown out with a stick, or to develop wings of life and metamorphose into a beautiful butterfly whom everybody adores for its beauty and colour, for its flitting liveliness, for its service to the flower's pollination... I thought that I should be a butterfly, of service to others, but then again I thought, anyway, who really cares?
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