I am going to write here are those which I have heard from elderly people..... Most of these will be based in Bengal (state of my ancestors) and Chhattisgarh (my home state)............and I will try reproduce them as authentically as I can. I will post in English Please ignore my spelling and grammer errors
Sir used to live with his parents and siblings in a locality named Sati Bazar in raipur. His house was a 2 storeyed house with one room in the attic. The attic room was the study room cum bedroom of Sir. As a teenaged boy he used to study there and sleep after that. In those days there was electricity so Sir used to study with the help of a lantern.
This incident happened at the time of Holi (festival of colors)..
In those days people living in neighbourhoods (called mohalla in Raipur ) were very well connected to each other. So everyone shared their happiness and sorrows. And also at the time of festivities anf crisis the whole mohalla stood united. Sir's mohalla was no different. There were about 25-30 homes standing close to each other in Sir's mohalla....
In that mohallah there lived an onld lady named CHAMRIN DOKRI (literal translation -- CHAMRIN = A female of the Chamar Caste and DOKRI = Old Lady ).. She lived all alone. She had no husband and no children. Although she didnt have any constant source of income , she had enough wealth just to support her own life and also her brothers' children used to send food items and other stuff from the villages. She lived alone but considered the whole mohallah as her family......
She had a strange habit... Every morning she used to get up very early and brush her teeth and cleaned her throat in the gali . By doing this she used to make a loud sound which the whole mohallah could hear. She was the morning alarm for most of the people living there.. No matter how late it would be at night befores she slept , she was always the 1st to wake up.
So that night it was the night of Holika dahan .. the whole mohallah gathered and 1 pyre for Holika was burned with religious rites. It all continued till mid night. Chamrin Dokri was very happy that day. She was saying that she didnt know how long would she live so every festival is like her last festival. Sir being a naughty boy told her that she has 2 alive till he is married
After the ceremony when people started going to sleep , It was decided that the like every year the whole mohallah will play Holi together on the next day..
As everyone went into their homes and it was silence all around , Sir was sleeping in the attic with the window open. From the window the home of Chamri Dokri was visible. But as it was Amavasya Night and there were no street lights that time , Sir couldnt see anything out of the window which could make him feel suspicious that night
The next morning Sir was still in sleep as most of the people when his father came into his room and woke him up. He told him that today Chamrin Dokri hasnt woken up today yet. She didnt make her throat cleaning soud today.She is not this late any day. So my Sir's father asked Sir to goto her house and see whether she is well or not.
Sir went to her house. It was still early morning (maybe 7 AM) when most of the people were inside theior homes. Sir knocked at Chamrin Dokri's homw but there came no responce. He knocked again and again and then suddenly found that the door was unlatched. So as the dorr opened , Sir went inside her small house . He saw things scattered here and there i the 1st room.. Before he could understand anything , his eyes landed inside the bedroom
What Sir saw was just enogh to take out his breadthe. He saw that Chamrin Dokri's head was chopped off her body and lying just near the bedroom door. Her eyes were still open and there was blood flowing like a river.. He could alse see her body lying 5 feet away from her head. Sir was so horrified that he ran out of the house without being able to shout. He straight away went to his father and just dragged his father with him to Chamrin Dokri's house without saying anything. His father saw the scene and informed everyone in the mohallah. Police was informed and they took the body off. It was supposed 2 be a robbery . But the question was wat would any robber find in a poor old lady's house........
It was nas no moon (Amavas) night....Sir was feeling reely sad as she liked the old lady very much.. Sir somehow finished his dinner and went into his room in the attic. His exams were closing in so he tried to study for a couple of hours..
Then he decided to sleep. He dimmed the light of the lantern and tried to close his eyes..
It must be around midnight when suddenly he heard a 'thud' sound. He opened his eyes and tried to locate the source of the noise. He increased the intensity of the lantern light only to see that the Window in his room was open and the window panes are getting hit by wind and making that sound..... It was strange to have a wind kind of a thing in the month of march so sir got irritated......... he thought of closing the window and sleep. But again it was going to very hot ad suffocating so he decided to avoid.
But again after 10 minutes the window made the 'thud' noise. This time Sir woke up and went to the window and decided to close it.. while trying to close the window his eyes fell onto the house of Chamrin Dokri where he had seen her bodu beheaded that morning... Suddenly out of nowhere Sir started getting an errrriiii feeling. He just slammed the window and went into his bed. He dimmed the lantern again and closed his eyes
Sir didnt remember for how long did he sleep when he again heard the 'thud' noise.......... He woke up again in surprise that how could the window get opened by itself. Sir tried to increase the intensity of the lantern............. but instead it went off........
Now it was complete darkness in the room............and there was the noise the in window....
Sir searhced for the Match Box which he used to keep under his pillow ad somehow got it...
Now Sir tried to light 1 match stick....... It failed
He tried second match stick......... and it failed tooo..
On 3rd attempt Sir was able to Light the match stick........................
And what he saw was that Chamrin Dokri was standing just in front of the window inside his room and staring at him...... Her head was intact on her body but her there was blood coming out of her mouth................. for about 4-5 seconds Sir got his heartbeats stopped....... and then He burst Out with a very loud shout.................
Sir didnt tell us what happaned after that coz he lost his conciousness...
He was told that his loud cry was heard in the whole mohallah that night.....
After that incident He was unwell for about 2 weeks and didnt sleep alone in the attic room for many
Sir used to live with his parents and siblings in a locality named Sati Bazar in raipur. His house was a 2 storeyed house with one room in the attic. The attic room was the study room cum bedroom of Sir. As a teenaged boy he used to study there and sleep after that. In those days there was electricity so Sir used to study with the help of a lantern.
This incident happened at the time of Holi (festival of colors)..
In those days people living in neighbourhoods (called mohalla in Raipur ) were very well connected to each other. So everyone shared their happiness and sorrows. And also at the time of festivities anf crisis the whole mohalla stood united. Sir's mohalla was no different. There were about 25-30 homes standing close to each other in Sir's mohalla....
In that mohallah there lived an onld lady named CHAMRIN DOKRI (literal translation -- CHAMRIN = A female of the Chamar Caste and DOKRI = Old Lady ).. She lived all alone. She had no husband and no children. Although she didnt have any constant source of income , she had enough wealth just to support her own life and also her brothers' children used to send food items and other stuff from the villages. She lived alone but considered the whole mohallah as her family......
She had a strange habit... Every morning she used to get up very early and brush her teeth and cleaned her throat in the gali . By doing this she used to make a loud sound which the whole mohallah could hear. She was the morning alarm for most of the people living there.. No matter how late it would be at night befores she slept , she was always the 1st to wake up.
So that night it was the night of Holika dahan .. the whole mohallah gathered and 1 pyre for Holika was burned with religious rites. It all continued till mid night. Chamrin Dokri was very happy that day. She was saying that she didnt know how long would she live so every festival is like her last festival. Sir being a naughty boy told her that she has 2 alive till he is married
After the ceremony when people started going to sleep , It was decided that the like every year the whole mohallah will play Holi together on the next day..
As everyone went into their homes and it was silence all around , Sir was sleeping in the attic with the window open. From the window the home of Chamri Dokri was visible. But as it was Amavasya Night and there were no street lights that time , Sir couldnt see anything out of the window which could make him feel suspicious that night
The next morning Sir was still in sleep as most of the people when his father came into his room and woke him up. He told him that today Chamrin Dokri hasnt woken up today yet. She didnt make her throat cleaning soud today.She is not this late any day. So my Sir's father asked Sir to goto her house and see whether she is well or not.
Sir went to her house. It was still early morning (maybe 7 AM) when most of the people were inside theior homes. Sir knocked at Chamrin Dokri's homw but there came no responce. He knocked again and again and then suddenly found that the door was unlatched. So as the dorr opened , Sir went inside her small house . He saw things scattered here and there i the 1st room.. Before he could understand anything , his eyes landed inside the bedroom
What Sir saw was just enogh to take out his breadthe. He saw that Chamrin Dokri's head was chopped off her body and lying just near the bedroom door. Her eyes were still open and there was blood flowing like a river.. He could alse see her body lying 5 feet away from her head. Sir was so horrified that he ran out of the house without being able to shout. He straight away went to his father and just dragged his father with him to Chamrin Dokri's house without saying anything. His father saw the scene and informed everyone in the mohallah. Police was informed and they took the body off. It was supposed 2 be a robbery . But the question was wat would any robber find in a poor old lady's house........
It was nas no moon (Amavas) night....Sir was feeling reely sad as she liked the old lady very much.. Sir somehow finished his dinner and went into his room in the attic. His exams were closing in so he tried to study for a couple of hours..
Then he decided to sleep. He dimmed the light of the lantern and tried to close his eyes..
It must be around midnight when suddenly he heard a 'thud' sound. He opened his eyes and tried to locate the source of the noise. He increased the intensity of the lantern light only to see that the Window in his room was open and the window panes are getting hit by wind and making that sound..... It was strange to have a wind kind of a thing in the month of march so sir got irritated......... he thought of closing the window and sleep. But again it was going to very hot ad suffocating so he decided to avoid.
But again after 10 minutes the window made the 'thud' noise. This time Sir woke up and went to the window and decided to close it.. while trying to close the window his eyes fell onto the house of Chamrin Dokri where he had seen her bodu beheaded that morning... Suddenly out of nowhere Sir started getting an errrriiii feeling. He just slammed the window and went into his bed. He dimmed the lantern again and closed his eyes
Sir didnt remember for how long did he sleep when he again heard the 'thud' noise.......... He woke up again in surprise that how could the window get opened by itself. Sir tried to increase the intensity of the lantern............. but instead it went off........
Now it was complete darkness in the room............and there was the noise the in window....
Sir searhced for the Match Box which he used to keep under his pillow ad somehow got it...
Now Sir tried to light 1 match stick....... It failed
He tried second match stick......... and it failed tooo..
On 3rd attempt Sir was able to Light the match stick........................
And what he saw was that Chamrin Dokri was standing just in front of the window inside his room and staring at him...... Her head was intact on her body but her there was blood coming out of her mouth................. for about 4-5 seconds Sir got his heartbeats stopped....... and then He burst Out with a very loud shout.................
Sir didnt tell us what happaned after that coz he lost his conciousness...
He was told that his loud cry was heard in the whole mohallah that night.....
After that incident He was unwell for about 2 weeks and didnt sleep alone in the attic room for many
