Stories about the existence of ghosts and evil spirits have been an integral part of the stories told to us by our grandmothers, our literature and our folklore. Ghost Stories From The Raj by Ruskin Bond contains nineteen short stories which were written during the British colonial times. These stories give the reader an insight into the perspective of British soldiers and officers on the subject of ghost stories. Some of the stories which have been mentioned here are believable, some are humorous and others, like The Men Tigers, are unbelievable by any stretch of imagination. This story is about strange tigers that are said to exist in the forests of Central India. These tigers, after eating a mysterious root, could take the shape of man and after eating another root could return to their original form. Other stories like The Haunted Village, The Return of Imray, The Old Graveyard at Sirur, Chunia, The Summoning of Arnold, Panther People, Caulfield’s Crime and The Pool are also included in this book.Ghost Stories From The Raj was published by Rupa Publications in 2002 and is available in paperback. Key Features: The book was published on the fiftieth anniversary of Ruskin Bond’s first book. The author, Ruskin Bond, travelled across the length and breadth of India collecting these unique stories.
From the Publisher
Conversation with Ruskin Bond
THE RAISON D’ETRE FOR TELLING A GHOST STORY was probably best summed up by the Fat Boy in Pickwick Papers, when he said: “I want to make your flesh creep!”
But it isn’t always as simple as that, and not all ghosts are frightening.
The other night I woke up around midnight with bright moonlight streaming in at the window and lighting up the bedroom. Someone, or something—a vague, nebulous figure—was standing beside my bed, looking down at me. It could only have been a ghost. I waited for the spectre to say something but it remained silent; nor did it move away.
“Hello,” I said. “And what can I do for you?”
No answer. Not even a gesture, either of goodwill or ill-will. A most ineffective ghost.
“Do you have a message for me?” I asked. “Anything you’d like me to do for you?”
No response. It just stood there, shimmering in the moonlight.
“Well,” I said, “I’be got better things to do than just lie here holding a one-sided conversation.” And I turned over and went to sleep again.
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The ghosts in this collection are far more alarming. Most of them were observed, experienced or imagined by British writers during the period 1840 to 1940: a century of ghosts! The British are phlegmatic people, not given to displaying much emotion or excitement, with the result that their supernatural experiences are quite convincing when put down on paper. When C.A. Kincaid of the Indian Civil Service described people who turned into panthers (or vice-versa), and mischievous spirits who entered the bodies of straitlaced Englishmen, we have to believe him. As we believe those who found themselves in haunted dak bungalows, graveyards, villages, forests, forts…. Haunted India, in fact!
For the British, coming from a land where haunted houses and castles were the norm, were fascinated by the wonderful variety of supernatural manifestations that they found in India: churails (the ghosts of wayward women, whose feet always faced backwards), munjias (the spirits of Brahmin youths who died before marriage), bhoots who took up residence in peepal trees, or mischievous prets (Indian poltergeists) who sometimes entered the homes of living people and created havoc in their lives. When I was a boy, one such pret took up residence in my grandfather’s house and made life hell for everyone—throwing dishes around, knocking pictures off walls, pulling the cat by the tail, and tying knots in my Uncle Ken’s pyjamas—so much so, that we had to move to another house for a time. But the pret followed us and would not leave until it had been propitiated with the help of a wandering mendicant. He taught me the following useful mantra:
Bhut, pret, pisach, dana,
Shiv ka kehna, sab nikal jana!
(Ghosts and spirits in house or tree,
In Shiv’s great name we bid thee flee!) Amongst the writers represented here, two were keen observers of Indian customs and folklore: Lt. Col. Sleeman, an administrator who, in the mid-nineteenth century helped eliminate the menace of the Thugs, a sect who waylaid and murdered innocent travellers; and C. A. Kincaid, one of the more enlightened of British officials, who wrote sympathetic books and essays on Shivaji, the Rani of Jhansi, and other heroic figures. Kipling, poet of the Empire, wrote the occasional ghost story; as did Alice Perrin, wife of an Indian official; her stories were quite popular in the 1920s. In Caulfield’s Crime, she reveals the more arrogant, cruel aspect of the colonial official. In The Summoning of Arnold she demonstrates that the spirits of the dead recognise no frontiers. Ghosts require no passports. They are truly universal beings! Kincaid brings a touch of humour to his stories, but this does not lessen their dramatic impact. The stories of this period tell us something about colonial attitudes—ranging from the paternalistic to the cynically indifferent—but we must remember that they were written purely to entertain, to enliven a dull railway journey, a sleepless night, a rainy day in the hills, a long sea voyage, or a period of recuperation from a tiring illness. Ghost stories are meant to frighten you, but at the back of your mind you know it’s all a nightmare from which you are going to wake. In other words, it’s a “safe” fear and you can enjoy the process of being frightened.
Doctor Johnson once said of the supernatural: “All argument is against it, but all belief is for it.” Those of us who enjoy reading ghost stories are the people who half believe or want to believe. Those who are already convinced of the existence of ghosts usually look for ‘factual’ accounts are usually very dull and consist of “sightings” of unusual phenomena, rather like the sightings of UFOs, unidentified flying objects, whose reconnoitrings are singularly without interest or purpose.
The human imagination is a wonderful thing, and I shall conclude this brief introduction with a ‘factual’ experience of my own, which was certainly hair-raising.
Some years ago, a neighbour of mine, an old English lady who lived alone, died of heart failure and was laid out on her bed for the night, as it was too late for the funeral. A friend and I decided that we would take turns at her beside, and at about midnight I sat down on an easy chair in the bedroom to undertake my part of the vigil. There had been the usual power failure, but we had lit candles and I could see the features of the corpse quite clearly. For some reason I couldn’t take my eyes off her face. Her eyes were closed, but after a while I was sure I could make out a slight smile on her lips. This smile gradually grew wider until it became a rather menacing grin. I was frightened out of my wits. Was I about to see her rising from the dead?
As the grin grew even wider, I got up from my chair, ready to flee the room. Just then there was a loud report, like a pop-gun going off, and her false teeth shot out of her mouth and rolled off the bed.
We had forgotten to remove her false teeth. Rigor mortis having set in, the rigidity of her jaws had forced her mouth into that terrifying grin, ejecting the teeth with considerable force. Not a ghost story, but a ghostly one all the same.
Happy Hauntings!
Product details
- Publisher : Rupa (1 February 2002)
- Language : English
- Paperback : 188 pages
- ISBN-13 : 978-8171679928
- Item Weight : 181 g
- Dimensions : 12.9 x 1.17 x 19.81 cm
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