GHOST MERA DOST

Ghosts are the souls of a dead people believed to be an inhabitant of the unseen world. It is not only about people. It is about things, thoughts, actions.
Everything from our pasts peeps into our present and escorts us into those ‘good old days’. Seriously .. ‘good’ old days.


It is important to burry the dead so that they don’t reappear. It is important to get done with things, get out of those thoughts and enact a new role. I could never do it.

There are a few ghosts haunting me day in and day out. And these ghosts are very friendly. They are real. No Caspers. They remind me of the wonderful things that I have been doing all these years. I did these things with a high intensity and low expectations. I did them cos I liked doing them. I chased them so hard that by the end of it I had forgotten who I was before I started chasing them.

But then, they had to die. Some were killed and some just passed away. I could not tolerate their non existence in my life. So I decided to keep them alive. Alive in my thoughts… alive in my character.

I had given them so much of importance that I just could not believe they were no more a part of me. And they deserve every bit of what I have for them. I started living with them. I knew they were present around me. I introduced them to everyone I met. And each one enjoyed their company. It was a special bonding. These ghosts around me were my new found identity. We talked. We discussed. We analysed. We studied. I got to know people around me through these ghosts and vice versa.

Even if they were a past, people in the present believed and realised they were real. Even though there was no record to prove their existence.

But then there were people who did not like them. They hated them when they were alive and hated them when they hung around me later. I carefully had to manoeuvre my way out of the vicinity of such people. I was happy with the ghosts.

As time passed by, many more things were killed; thoughts were lost… actions forgotten. And thus, many more ghosts. Almost everything I had been chasing turned up to be a ghost. Now I am encircled by ghosts.

These ghosts act as a camouflage. They protect the world outside from the true me.
Like make up man they dress me up to face any situation I am thrown into. Like body guards they protect me from any unwanted invasion. They have developed and inbuilt restructuring program. I can switch on and switch off in fraction of a second. A few moments with these ghosts and I am back to being where I was.

People who recognise the existence of these ghosts around me believe that they are the barriers to my progress. For me they are the one that make me go ahead. They are the one who give me the reason to wait for the sunrise in a cold frozen night.

I love this term… GHOST MERA DOST