Ghost of His Brother
Sundar! Many women trembled at the very mention
of the name. He was broad shouldered and strong and his presence
was quite intimidating. But that was not the only reason why a
hush fell every time he walked to a different section of
the bank. Part of the reason was, of course, the authority he
enjoyed by virtue of being the bank manager. The other, more pertinent,
reason was that he was a known womaniser, and one who didnt
wait for a womans consent. His lust had to be satisfied,
and his prospective partners wishes were immaterial. He
fancied women with big, firm bosoms the age didnt
matter so much. Judging by the number of women who cursed him,
he must have got his way pretty often. Sundars wife had
long ago run out of patience and often explained contemptuously
to visitors that he couldnt be trusted even with his own
In time, Sundars sons got married, but their
wives soon discovered that even they were considered fair game
for Sundar who was now retired from the bank and well
into his sixties. Wisely, one by one, the sons moved out with
their wives, much to the chagrin of Sundar. With almost everyone
in the neighbourhood aware of his propensities, and unwilling
to satisfy his strong urges, Sundar had to fall back
on poor women whom he trapped with the lure of a good job and
outright cash payments.
A day came, however, when nature took a hand and
Sundar became impotent. Doctors, hospitals, hakims, vaids
Sundar tried them all but drew a blank. It then occured to him
that perhaps he could check out with someone who knew astrology
whether he could ever regain his virility, and thats how
I met him.
The desire is still as strong as
ever, he confided, but my body doesnt respond
even though Ive tried both internal and external stimuli.
Will I ever be able to perform again? His chart showed that
a particular planet was debilitated. But Sundar wasnt prepared
to write finis to his lecherous career.
Ive heard youve done research
on remedies. Surely there must be something that I can do!
Ill keep checking out with you.
He did keep in touch for a while, and then his visits
stopped. Hes either found a remedy or hes given up
hope, I thought to myself and forgot about it.
Almost a year later, Sundar called again. He had
indeed found a remedy, he told me. The remedy was enough to make
anybody sit up. He had been told that he should go to a cremation
ground, obtain a coal from the burnt ashes of a corpse, and write
down certain figures and mantras on a piece of paper with that
coal. It wasnt easy to walk into a cremation ground and
obtain coal, from pyres which were still smouldering. And he had
almost given up when his elder brother died of a heart attack.
Sundar used the opportunity to pick up a coal. The priest and
other grieving relatives observed him doing so, and though they
didnt know the purpose, they protested. But Sundar wasnt
going to give up his only chance on obtaining that prized bit
of coal which would bring back his manhood. He was my brother,
he argued, and refused to put back the coal. But now he was in
deep trouble, in danger of his life in fact, which is why he had
turned to me for help.
I brought the coal home, he told me,
and put it reverently in a drawer. But that very night,
my dead brother appeared before me, yanked me out on bed and almost
thrashed me to death. Hes given me twenty four hours to
dispose off that coal from his ashes in the appropriate
manner, otherwise hes going to kill me. What should
I do? The answer was obvious: do as his brother wished,
and forget about his own need. I suggested that he could take
the coal to the Yamuna river, and immerse it in the water in much
the same way as you immerse the ashes from a dead body. But even
though the twenty four hour deadline was closing in, Sundar decided
to gamble till the very end.
Ten minutes before the deadline, his dead brother
arrived and tore off his clothes. But Sundar still pleaded, What
use is that coal to you now? It can be your parting gift to me
and Ill be grateful all my life.
The moment he said this, his wife saw him cringing
from what were obviously blows. Left with no choice, Sundar pulled
on a fresh pair of clothes, pulled out the coal from the drawer
and immmersed it in the Yamuna. He hasnt been bothered by
his brother again, but he hasnt given up his quest for a
© Veenu Sandal, Vedic Astrology.