A Jinn with a Dream
Till he was almost fifty four, Ram Chariter lived
a contented life in a small village in Bihar. He wasnt
rich, but he had enough fields to feed his family of seven: two
aged parents, a wife whom he loved dearly, and three sons. They
had cattle too, and they never had reason to complain that God
or life had not been good to them. The sons were obedient, and
did as Ram Chariter had envisaged. Equipped with a school education,
they got jobs in the city, which was a milestone in the family.
Nobody before them had ever been able to get a job in a town or
city. Ram Chariter and his wife waited impatiently every week
for the postman to arrive and bring them news from their beloved
sons. Soon, they began thinking of the time the sons would
We have only one hut, they reasoned, so we must
prepare separate huts for our sons and their wives. It gave Ram
Chariter something new he could take up. He collected stones,
he collected timber, but the bricks he found were too expensive.
Ill make and fire them myself, he decided, and thats
when his life changed most unexpectedly. Dusk was falling, as
he lined up the brick moulds, when suddenly he felt a weight descend
on his back and felt somebody breathing down his neck. A thick
guttural voice informed him that the hut he was thinking of building
wasnt good enough. He must go to town and earn money for
it and he must leave the village before the day on the full moon.
Ram Chariter was terrified, but still managed to
stutter and ask questions. He learnt that he was dealing with
a jinn, who had been a human in this very village many centuries
ago. Unfulfilled desires which death hadnt been able to
snuff out remained with him and over time, he took the shape of
a jinn. But he had now got tired of floating around on earth.
The only way he could break away from earth was through fulfillment
on the strongest desire he had possessed in his life time, and
that happened to be the same as Ram Chariters, to build
a good hut.
Ram Chariter found over the next few days that getting
out of the clutches of a determined jinn was not an easy matter.
At an age when most people retire, Ram Chariter found himself
beginning a new career in a city, as a night watchman, all because
he had to earn enough to build the kind of hut a jinn wanted.
People ask me why I want to work at this age, he told
me, but if I tell them its because of a jinn who wants
a hut, nobody will believe me.
It took Ram Chariter almost two years of work
in Delhi to collect the amount of money needed to build
the kind of hut the jinn wanted. He left the security agency he
was working at and returned to his village, but was back within
a month. The jinn was more demanding than before, and wanted a
cemented roof for the hut instead of a plain wood and thatch one.
Once again, Ram Chariter collected the money, and
once again he returned to the village, and once again he
rejoined the security agency. This time, the jinn wanted a water
pipeline instead of a simple handpump or well. The jinn also wanted
an elaborate fencing around the hut. Ram Chariter was irked, but
each time he consoled himself with the thought that in the end,
it would be one of his sons who would get a swanky hut to live
in. At last, there came a day when the jinn was satisfied that
the hut which had been constructed was his passport to the next
world. Ram Chariter and his wife rejoiced. But that was six months
ago. Now, they are desperately trying to re-establish contact
with the jinn who has departed, because they find that they cannot
occupy the hut. They fall ill the moment they enter it and feel
so restless in any case that it is not worth staying there.
It turned out to be a bad bargain, says
Ram Chariter, but theres nothing I can do. The jinn
got his hut, and I? All Ive got is heartbreak.
© Veenu Sandal, Vedic Astrology.